Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1907-04-25

Anu now unWell you look, CyrlIs
he retorted, smiling still, but with =
sneaking suspicion of tenderness il
his voice, for the flush had died out oil
lCyrips face, and 1t looked pale and
harassed. What's the matter, lad
Brittany air doesn't suit your"
oh. I'm all right"
"And this is the picture?" said Jack.
standing before it.
Yes. What do you think of itT'
Pretty, very. ! like the compost
ton. That piece OF grsy-green Is good,
decidedly good"
Then he stopped and looked hard at
lit. and went behind the easel AMI
stared at the back of It,
| What on earth are you looking
for?' asked Cyril
The heart in it," replied Jack,
ironically.
you may look all day and not find
| it, he said, Bitterly, because there is
no heart in 1t. But never mind the
picture. Here, help me with these
things, and let us get up to the
house"
They shouldered the easel ard
, things and climbed the beach, talking
as they went, and Jack noticed that
Cyril talked continuously, AS II h :
were afraid of pause.
| They reached the house, and were
soon seated at the meal which served
Cyril as dinner and supper combined.
| And now tell me all the news, old
man. he said. TRY some of these
cigars; they are not bad. Lord, now
you are here, know how | have
missed you'll"
That's nice. In absence the hearl
grows fonder. Yes, not bad cigar.
News--there is zone. The House Of
Commons
| Hang the House of Comons! I've
heard Of your success, but though |
haven't written. you know I'm glad
enough. always knew you'd be
famous. The paper saw the review
of your book In said you were the
coming poet, and for once paper dIa
not lie. And l suppose you are the
lion OF the off season. and will roar all
through the next one. Dear old
jack"
Not much of lion | expect you'll
do all OF the roaring, and none of he
rest of us will be able to make our
selves heard
MY roar will be whine. I'm good
flor nothing; failure of the very
first magnitude. But go on
Instead of going on, Jack after 4
glancs at him, looked round the room
(which was furnished like q fashion
able hunting box. but lined with pic
lures, among them being some oil
lCyrils earlier ones, showing that
Lord Newall had taken a very solid
fancy to Cyril's work.
! Comfortable quarters you've got
But, by the way. where is Lord Newali
for of course this is his place? | beg
his lordship's pardon for not thinking
ief him before"
on he's gone. He was to hav-
lstayed for a month, but he found q
week of my genial society sufficient
He fed the festive scene which my
Icheery presence was rapidly trans
forming into third-class funeral"
| And how did he like the picture o
asked Jack
/ Il don't think he liked it at all. Il
| may Judge from his remarks. He OBJ
served that 1t wasn't up to. my usua
form. and could have forgiven him
lif | hadn't felt that he spoke tn;
TRUTH"
"A little off color?e said Jack.
Yes, but | shall be all right now
wanted a glimpse of YOU old man
that was what wanted. There will
be some heart In the daub now. you'll
lsee."
And when do you come back?"
Never. That is, I'm not sure
shan't hurry: like Brittany. 1t suit
me: lists lonely and quiet and
Better than Santleigh?" put :,
Jack. quietly.
Yes, better than Santleigh. JAG
II you love me-. don't mention the plac,
mot tonight at any rate. There ar,
chords in the human heart
What's the matter with Santlcisb
= thought the presence of a certal,
Young lady beautiAed 1t and made It
distinct and precious paradise"
For Gods sake. don't chan me
Jack he said. and his voice shook
I'If YOU knew ALL"
Tell me ALL said Jack. quietly.
Man, | can't" broke out Cyril, In
smothered voice. It's bad enough b
think Of; impossible to put int
words
What has happened! Is sh
. ldeadg"
That's good word. Jack. Ye.
she is dead--dead to me. at any rate
Jack. I've been aimost mad. l thin
/ X you had not turned up this evening
II really should have gone melanchol
. silly. Don't say word, and I'll te
4 lyou--Ive lost her.
Jack was silent a moment as h
2 slowly reflied his pipe.
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