Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1907-01-10

great things for them / should like
to go to the earl and say: 1 an all
unworthy of your daughter: claim
to be more than an artist. but have
made good that claim, and"
Yes, we will wait How clearly
you see things, Cyril. My fatl.er will
consent them
We'll. dearest he said. IF he
should not?"
Nothing shall separate usl" she
murmured
Surely If the gentle wind among
the leaves echoed their former love
VOWS, it echoed this tender, resolute
declaration of her; but it found no
echo in the heart of Guildford Berton.
who, covering behind huge oak,
listened to every word. He stood close
up against the tree. one hand thrust
behind him. the other stretched up
and grasping a branch with a con-
vulsive. painful clutch. His face was
white, and his lips so tightly com
pressed that he seemed scarcely to
breathe.
From his hiding place he could
not see their faces, but he could
imagine the JOY and rapture that
glowed in them, and the mental vi
sion tortured him as acutely as If he
had actually seen them. He longed
to fling himself between the two and
tear them apart, and his limbs writhed
in impotent rage, SO that the branch
which he held shook and trembled.
Presently he peered ronnd the tree
and saw Cyril gather together his
painting materials Norah helping
him with a proud tenderness dis
played in her every movement and
glance and then he watched them as
they walked slowly away, side by
side, their eyes meeting, their hands
touching. Once. as they were near
" out Of sight, he saw Cyril bend his
head and kiss her. and at this, the
last straw as it seemed, Guildford
Berton flung himself on the ground,
face downward, as IL to shut out this
remembrance.
Five minutes passed, and chen, as
ii with an effort, he got up and began
to pace up and down.
Let me thinkl' he muttered. LET
me think" and he pressed his hand
to his forehead as il with an effort to
gain composure. After "a time calm
ness seemed to come back to him.
and, with something of his usual i'm
passive manner, he sat down at the
foot of the tree. and. with his hands
tightly clasped, sank into deep
thought
Lord Ferndale had said to Norah
that he did not understand Guildford
Berton. Few people did. He WAS a
mystery to all save himself, and that
a young man, generally accounted
clever, should give up his profession
lin which he had shown promise OF
distinguishing himself-and bury
himself in country village seemed
to all who thought OF it the widest
folly.
But Guildford Berton was no fool.
Even at this moment he was wise
enough to crush down the mad pas
sion which whs always ready to rise,
like an evil genius, and master him.
and to review his position.
Am going to loser he muttered.
After all! ! was winning. slowly,
but surely! Slowly, inch by inch, l
was getting that proud old fool under
my thumb. Sooner or later his vaea-
bond nephew, the viscount, would
have sold his birthright, and the earl
would have made me his heir! Then
this girl turned up. But had reck-
oned on that She Is woman. and
to be won, and would have won
her! Yes. | feel itig"fl llowIy and
surely would have siped the us-
cendancy over her, as ! liave gained
It over her father. Everything was in
my favor. She would have been
thrown into my society every day.
would have won her. |. the stewards
son, would have been the husband OF
an earl's daughter. should have
ranked as an equal In the place where
my father WIS servant! But now!"
---he looked at the spot where Cyril
had sat. and gnawed at his lip
now, this wandering uagabond, this
scamp. steps in between me and
her'" His hand opened and shut con-
vulsively. He will marry her in
spite OF her father, and all that should
have been mine will be his! All,
Even Norah,v The word dropped
from his lips with an intensity which
seemed to startic even nimself. Eyes.
! am a fool" he muttsrsd. IL love
her. That is my mistake! II is that
which has made me weak and set
my brain on fire! love her. But
for that | could be cool and play the
garae care fully. but--but my love
confuses mc--driyes all the thoughts
out Of my headi" He sprang IN and
paced up and down. And she. she
hates me, or is near to hating me,
And ! feel ii whenever I am In her
presence; read It In her face. in
her voice when she speaks to me,
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