Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1906-04-28


ago to wheedle from him the details of
boyish troubles and wrongdoings.
But she asks no questions. After a
snort, dlsmayed silence she crosses the
room and lays firm, kind hand ON the
averted shoulder.
GU will think have grown poetical."
she says, with little tremor in her low
voice, but 10 be wroth with one we
love- you know, doth work like mad
ness in the brain Don't you know that
nothing moves Us to such bitter wrath as
when we see some one we love falling be-
low the ideal we have formed of them?
we chate and rail most at our friends
mlsdolng, because we hate to find them
less perfect than we fancied"
She cannot see whether any sudden
CLEAN of hope has fashe,. into his ewes.
! Tor the long thick lashes are pcrsistentlv
lowered, but he seizes the consoling hand
and carries it to his lips. and his voice
when he speaks has quite new ring in
its subdued cadence.
1T would not be like YOU, Eleanor. to
send me TO certain defeat"
No" she says softly. with a cheerful
acceptance of any and every responsible
lty, II would never do that And when
| are you going to Devonshire, Jerry?"
Gerald laughs as he releases her hand
| but declines to answer the mischievous
question, and Blair Munro. when he calls
for his wife, finds her in the midst of an
uproariously merry luncheon party, con
sisting of herself and her host and his
small niece and nephew.
Blue sky, blue sea, the warm glow of
golden sunshine smiling alike over land
and water, mighty cliffs clothed with
verdure and crowned with over-arching
| trees, and close at hand tile intense green
| of the waving ferns, the deep, cool shade
of dense and varied foliage, the crimson
OF the budding heather, and the soft
humming of great bees in the pink bells
of the tall foXgloves. Such weather and
such a scene should surely teach a wound
ed, heartsick wayfarer that life is after
all worth living.
So Sister Jean is idly thinking as she
lies back luXuriously amid heather and
ferns, and lets the sweet warm air fan
her pale checks till the old healthy color
begins to glow in them. Her eyes, as they
look up at the far clear sky above or
down to the blue, restless water beneath
or at the lavish green loneliness on either
side, lose their anxious, strained EXPIRES
sion and regain their old steadfast and
CHEEKY light.
She has been very i'll; she has broken
down ANONYMOUSLY in the midst of her
| summers work and been compelled to
leave the busy streets and come away
to try whether nature and solitude will
restore the health she has so ruthlessly
oyertaXed.
She starts so violently as to overturr
her luncheon basket when just as she is
drifting into unconscious delicious slum.
Der mans voice pronounces her name
and its owner leaps aside from the road
and, plunging reeklessly through branches
and ferns, lands close beside her
Il startled you, he says remorsefully
II am so sorry. But / have been looking
for you so long that when | saw you
was forced to sing out"
Looking for me-" she say stupidity
sitting upright and staring at him.
yes, may | sit down? Have l dam
aged anything very precious in that
basket"
ooh, no. it contained my lunch, which
I finished long ago! Don't trouble about
it."
As he gives it to her their eyes meet
and her lids droop as the hot blood rushe:
into her face and gives her back the sem.
blance of her lost youth.
Are you better, Miss Carlyle?" he asks
gently.
Yes, quite well, thank you"
"You could hardly be i'll in a place like
I l.
around. How long have you been here 2
"a week"
"And / have been tracing you from
! place to place ever since last Saturday
| heard of You at LyntOn, and Combe
martin, and Ilfracombe, and Bideford
and was almost in Despair, when they
said you had come on here to Clovelly"
as anything the matter? ?" she asks
apprehensively. To her great relief he
seems for once to have forgotten that she
/ is implacably offended with him; he
offers no apology for intruding on heI
privacy, and seems to think it only nat
ural that he should have secured tn,
/ Devonshire coast to discover her where
abouts and have tracked her, like a de
! tectiye. by means of landladies and hote
keepers.
| NO, there is nothing the matter" hc
/ says gravely. You heard about poor lit
| tie Keith's accident? He is almost a.
we'll as ever, and they are both staying
down at Hazeldene with Rose and hen
youngsters. Then Mrs. Munro wants t.
! have them for little while. | wanted Il
! tell YOU about Cissy Dunstan--"
Her color dies away again, leaving hel
very pale and cold. Has he come to tel
/ her that she was right. after all? That
| he is going to marry Cissy, and that she
must keep for ever his secret about that
| fatal review!
where is Cissy?" she asks abruptly
"In Switzerland; | promised as soon as
| obtained your address to send it to her
/ Her mother came to London in answer
! to one of my advertisements, and insisted
on carrying her o.. at once. Her father
| is dead, and it seems it was he who re
/ fused to allow any communication viii
her"
Poor Cissy!" Jean says tenderly. "a
wish had seen her before she left. Was
she happy"
/ "Verv. She sent her love, and | vas tc