Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1907-05-01


stared at the hack 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 the ;
things. and let us get up to the
house
They shouldered the easel and
things and climbed the beach. talking
as they went, and Jack noticed that
Cyril talked continuously, as If he
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!"
That's nice. In absence the heart
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
Ienough. | always knew you'd be
famous. The paper saw the review
OF your book in said you were the
coming poet, and for once a paper iIo
not lie. And l suppose you are the
zion of the on season, and will roar all
through the next one. Dear old
jack"
Not much of lion. I expect you'll
do all of tie roaring. and none of he
rest of US will be able to make our
selves heard
My roar viii be whine I'm good
for nothing; a failure of the very
first magnitude. But go on"
Instead of going on, Jack. after y
glance at him, looked ro'lnd the room.
which was furnished like fashion
able hunting hox, but lined with pic
lures, among them being some of
Cyrirs earlier ones, showing that
Lord Newall had taken very ioli1
fancy to Cyrtls work.
Comfortable quarters you've got.
But, by the way, where is Lord NewaI,
for of course this is his place? I beg
his lordship's pardon for not thinking
Of him before"
on, he's gone. He was to hav-
stayed for a month. but he found a
week of my genial society sufficient.
He fed the festive scene which my
CHEEKY presence was rapidly trans
forming into third-class funeral.
And how did he like the pfctureo.
asked Jack.
4 don't think he liked it at all. if
may Judge from his remarks He OBJ
served that it wasn't up to my usual
form, and I could have forgiven him
if l hadn't felt til he spoke the
truth"
"A little off coIor?" said Jack.
Yes, but I 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
see.
And when do you come back?"
Never. That is, I'm not sure. I
shane hurry; like Brittany. 1t suits
re; lists lonely and quiet and"
Better than SdntIeigh?" pus m
Jack, quietly.
Yes, better than sautleigh. jack
If you love me, don't mention the place
not tonight at any rate There are
chords in the human heart
What's the matter with SantIefgh2
thought the presence of a certain
young lady beautified it and made & a
distinct and precious paradise"
For Gods sake, dofs chaff me-
Jack" he said, and his voice shook
II you knew all"
Tell me ALL" said Jack, quietly.
Man. I can't broke out Cyril in
smoth.red voice. TITS bad enough to
think of; impossible to put inte
words "
What has happened? Is she
dead?"
That's a good word. Jack. Yes.
she is dead-dead to me. at any rate.
Jack. I've been almost mad. think
II you had not turned up this evening,
really should have gone melancholy
silly. Don't say a word, and III tell
you've lost her
Jack was silent q moment as he
slowly rehlled his pipe.
You've lost herr" he said, quietly
That bears rather wide significance
What do you mean?"
DO YOU want the proper word in All
its vulgar brutaity?" asked Cyril, al
most savagely. Have It, them She
has Tilted me- There, now you know
what's the matter with nse, and why
YOU can't find any heart in my pic
ture. I've no heart to put into It.
Yes, she has Tilted me, thrown me over
as she would cast aside worn-out
glove. and I'm such miserable imita-
ton OF man that I'm wearing my
self into a shadow over her"
He laughed bitterly.
You know what the Spanish
proverb says. that man was made FL
woman, and woman was made for her
self And it is true, by Heaven
For If she is false-and she is--there
is not true. unselfsh woman in the