Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1906-08-08

A NE, ueat MISS A-cola, Sdlu
Mrs Tibbett
Then the door was opened. and
Mrs. Tibet entered.
oh. Miss I.eola. she exclaimed.
aghast. for Leola stood with her I'm
gers upon the handle OF the door.
her face white and drawn, and her
dark eyes looking Wild and swollen.
What is the matter? Why have
yoV Gomez she asked, almost breath
le. sly.
On Miss, he's come back!7
Leola started and turned away.
who" she asked, hoarsely.
Why, Master Cyril, replied Mrs.
Tibet; he's come back, looking so
i'll and tired, and-Ion't look at
me like that, Miss Leola, dear. He
says that he never went away with
her; and l believe him"
And Mrs. Tibbett sank into a chair,
and clasped her hands emphatically.
Leola stood over her, white and
painting. What did the woman say?
You believe him." she murmured,
almost inaudibly.
Every word" responded Mrs. lib
betr emphatically.
I'D believe Master Cyril against
all the world, And, oh, Miss. SO
would you if you'd seen him, /
thought he would have killed me
when-when l told him how we all
thought that he'd gone off with her.
1t was dreadful. dreadful TO see him;
and he called me such names, and
looked so!' and she sobbed. But
deserved it," she exclaimed, the next
instant; q was a fool to believe that
he'd ever do such a thing-lirn as
true gentleman as ever lived Miss
beola, dear as sure as you're stand
ing there, some foul plays been at
work, and he's as innocent as the
babe unborn"
Leola stood like one in a dream.
then covered her face and sank into
chair without a word.
I have doubted, betrayed him-I-I
i who loved him so, and should
have known him, am not fit TO live!
Oh what have [ done?-what have
done?' and sha wrung her hands.
Then she sprang to her feet and
made a step toward the door but
turned again with her hands held out.
Bring him to me: let me go on my
knees TO him, and pray him to forgive
me! Bring him to mel"
Mrs Tibet drew back with dis
ray.
MY dear, my dear, he's gone-he's
gone!"
"Gone!" echoed Leola
Mrs Tibet began to sob again.
Yes" she cried. Didn't you send
him away YOURSELF"
Ieola WINGED
Didn't you send Mr. Dyce to tell
him to leave the place at once?
Didn't you? Because he came and
he did it. All. and said such things
to him thai mortal man couldn't
bear. l heard him. Miss Leola, and
they made my blood run hot He
he insulted Master Cyril, and called
him "a thief
Don't tell me any more; can't
bear it," sh moaned.
All and Master Cyril couldn't
either" caught up Mrs Tibbett, with
a savage catch in her voice, ''for he
knocked him down; he caught him up
and flung him against the door"
All said Leola, bolt upright, her
face on fire, her eyes flashing.
Master Cyril flung him down as if
he had been a dos" said Mrs Tibet,
proudly,
We'll, well, go on-quick, quick"
she gasped.
And then-then Mr. Dyce went.
He was afraid to stay any longer,
and Master Cyril went, too; and,
OH dear, he'll never come back,
now"
Leola covered her face with her
hands. The whole of that fearful
scene rose before her, she could
imagine it all so clearly Philip Dyce's
insults and scorn; but, far worse for
Cyril to bear, that cruel dismissal
written by her own hand.
If it were not thai she could also
picture Philip Dyce PROSTATE at his
foes feet tie vision would have
driven her mad.
Suddenly she sprang to her feet
and clasped her forehead
What is 10 be done?" she cried
What is to be done? He must be
found: he must come back"
Mrs Tibbett shook her head.
Master Cyril isn't the one to come
for nod after he's been sent off
with blow"
Cruel, cruel! You torture met"
moaned poor Leola. Don't you see
how | love him?'
Mrs. Tibbett stared-this was plain
speaking.
Il love him!" cried Leola, holding
up her head proudly, and he-he,'
she sobbed, loved me until I proved
myself unworthy of his love, and
wronged and insulted him"
Mrs. TibbeJt started up.
There's some one at the door" she
said.
1t was Leola's maid. Mary.
"Mr. Dyce is in the drawing-room.
Miss"
Send him away" said Mrs. Tib-
bett wrathfully; but Lcola. starting.
said:
No; I will see hint
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