Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1907-02-20
CHAPTER XIX.

lucky chances which favor ardent
lovers.
On the morning of the 14th he had
called at Lord Newall's in a state OF
desperation which almost prompted
him, in case he should find that that
cratic nobleman had not returned, to
leave a polite message to the effect
that Lord Newall must, find some one
else to paint his picture. He had
haunted Moses shop and Harley
street every day, and had worked
himself into a frame OF mind which
rendered him a nuisance to himself
and to Jack, as that candid friend did
not fail to inform him.
But it is the unexpected which al
ways happens, and to Cyrirs inquiry.
rs Lord Newall at homer" the foot
man replied in the affirmative.
Lord Newall, little suspecting that
the young artist was Viscount SAINT
leigh, an heir to peerage compared
with which Lord Newalls was mere
mushroom, treated Cyril with that mix
ture of cordlality and condescension
which is SO exasperating, and eS'
pressed his desire that Cyril should set
off at once-that is, the next day, the
T5th-for Brittany
Il am going there tomorrow, and
shall be glad if you will accompany
me- he said
Cyril felt sofely tempted to decline
the offer and the invitation, but it &C.
CURED to him as he hesitated-much
to Lord Newalls astonishment-that
he could run down to Santleigh and
see Norah before he started; and, full
of his resolve to make himself famous
before he presented himself to the Ear
Of Arrowdale, he signified his accept
ance of the proposal.
you won't start until the night mai,
/ suppose?" he said, not quite so re-
spectfully as Lord Newall was accus-
toned to be addressed by his ''inferi-
ors," Because / don't think could
manage it if you started any earlier .
4 will go by the night mail, Mr..
Burne," nd his lordship.
"AH right, then, I'll be at the sta
tieQ-my lord
He jumped into a hanson, and, dash
ing into Jacks room, informed him all
in breath. of the arrangement he had
made with Lord Newall, and that he
Intended running down to Santleigh
at once.
Cant you writer" asked Jack, and
Cyril had colored.
Write? No, you know I can't Be
sides, IL may be kept over in that
beastly place for months. What, &C
without seeing her? I'd rather let the
picture slide"
Brittany is anything but a beastly
place" remarked Jack, with a smile
But so down and bid your lady-lovt
adieu, by ali means. You'll look il
here as YOU come back?'
Cyril caught train, and arrived a.
The Chequers at sunset, and consider
ably fiurried Mrs. English by telling
her that he was going to leave The
Chequers the next morning, ana De
handing clean shirt. hot water, and
his dress clothes.
While he was dressing which he
did in q kiYd of mental abstraction
thinking all the time of how Norah
would lool, vixen he entered the bdjL
room-he missed his ring. and on
coming down, asked Mrs. English if
she had seen it.
A ring, sir?" she eaid. getting fur.
ried instantly oh dear me sir,
You don't mean to say that you've
lost"
Oh, no. never mind. broke in
Cyril promptly Il dare say I've eft
it somewhere about the rooms. I've
dropped it somewhere else; I'm al
ways losing something. Don't be
alarmed, Mrs English, but If you fnd
my mead lying about some day, please
put 1t on the mantel shelf. Don't
worry about the ring" and he hur-
ried out to his ny, which he had order.
ed as he came through the village and,
was driver away, leaving Mrs. Eng.
fish in a nice state of confusion. and
muttering:
Bless me, what wild young gen.
ueman he bel But there, he's a har-
tbs. and he can't help ii"
Cyril was driven to the park, and
entered the anteroom of the ballroom
TO leave his dustcoat, and while he
was being relieved of 1t by the foot
man, peered through the opening intg
the big marquee.
1t was brilliantly lighted, and locke
indeed like fairy scene, with its flow.
ers and flags and its myriad of vari
coiored lamps. But he could not see
the one person for a sight of whom
his heart ached Then he entered
and looking round with scarcely c,n
cealed eagerness, saw her-saw her
dancing with Guilford Bertonl She
was smiling at something he was say
ing, and her loneliness. heightened By
her simple ball dress, bswildered ana
overwhelmed him. To the lover The
beauty of his mistress is always chang.
Ing, intensifying always a sacred mvs
terry and subject for wondermeny.
Hitherto he had only seen her in or
binary walking attire; tonight she was
aTrayed for conquest: a queen In splep.
dor, though he~ dress was only q sim
pie one-her arms cleaning like
ivory, her red-brown hair shirra
like FURNISHED gold, her be2ptifui owes
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