Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1907-01-02

sage for Norah. He must see h9r
lagain-must lay his heart bare to her.
DO you think you can take a message
to Lady Norah for me, Beccsa ?" he
said.
You trust me. sir" she said, con
cisely
Yes said Cyril, q think 1 win.
VIII you tell Lady Norah that l shall
be in the glade where l painted Cas-
per, and say that beg her to meet
me there tomorrow at five o'clock.
He put his hand in his pocket and
found hals-a-crown and gave it to her,
and Beccas brown little paw closed
over it eagerly.
"I'!I be careful and tell her | ne very
words" she said, and now I'll go and
get something for you from the
lodge!"
NO. no." said Cyril. 81 viii wait
another minute till my head feels less
lleady You run home, Becca,"
'IIl stay till you're all right. You
might faint again"
Guilford Berton waited only till he
had heard the message given, then he
gltded on quickly and still in the
shadow Of the lodge. As he did so
the door opened and Jobson, the lodge
keeper, came out. He was in his
shirt sleeves, and was smoking a Ions
clay pipe. with which he touched his
forehead as he recognized Mr.. Berton.
Good evening, sir" he said 4
thought l heard voices and just slip
iped out to see who it was. Them
harmed tramps be about sight lately"
An inspiration flashed into Bertons
mind
He stole up to the man and, laying
a hand on his shirt sleeve drew him
forward.
'Hush!' he said, with an amused
smile. you did hear voices, but it
isn't tramps.' and he pointed to the
two figures seated On the bank.
Why, whe is it," he said in sub
dued voice to match Guilford Berton's.
All, it's that young Becca--''
| Yes, it's pretty little Becca and her
sweetheart I suppose was the an
swer, good-naturedly spoken. Gust
the night for lovers. eh. Jobsonr"
| "Ay, sir" he assented "Lor', what
a lirt that girl be! She have turned
the heads of all the young fellows in
the village, and there1l be mischief
among EN- presently, do think.
That's the worst of a pretty girl, Mr.
Be~ton"
she appears to be able to turn a
London head as well as a country
one. said GuiIford Berton, with al
most a paternal smile THE young
fellow who is with her is the artist,
Mr.. Burne, who is stopping at the
inn"
You don't say so!' exclaimed Job
son, under his breath. why, he's
gentleman. bean't he, sir?'
ooh, we'll, gentlemen admire pretty
girls, you know, Jobson. We won't
disturb them; we've all been young
once, eh?''
You're young yet. sir. But thai
Becca's fiirt, she bel"
Good night" said Guilford Bert IN.
Good night, Becca!" said the I'D
man, slyly, as she fitted past, a mo
ment later.
She returned his greeting in a
voice of the sweetest innocence and
sped on; but Jobson waited, and pres
Iently Cyril walked past
Jobson was toe respectful to ad-
dress him. but took a good look at
him as he passed, then went down and
Hooked the gate.
Gutlford Berton had drawn ba,k
into the shadow Of the trees beside
the horse pond and waited until Cyril
came slowly up to him, then he step
ped into the light.
"Oh, it's you"
Yes was the quiet answer. 4
tth"ught you would pass and I waited
! 70 ask you whether you were hurt
Cyril looked rather surprised ut tn i,
friendly tone of the speech. The msn
had maintained a sombre silence at
the hall 1oor,
How did you pass me? I came
down the drive"
And was tempted by the fine
ness Of the night to walk round by the
birdie path" said Guilford Berton
But you haven't answered my gu
ton. Are you hurt? Can h.,
Eyou?"
well, don't know" said Cyril
YEARLY. He was worn out with the
pain and excitement. i've done some
thing to my arm and he touched it.
Il thought you looked rather pale
land done up said Guilfor1 Berton.
YOU'D better come to my place and
let me see what's the matter with it.
Pm bit of a doctor, you know"
All, yes. so you said. Very well.
It's very kind Of you"
Guilford Berton led the way down
the gloomy lane and unlocked the
door in the wall and motioned Cyril
TO enter A lantern stood behind the
door and he lit it, and holding it above
his head unlocked the door of the
house.
If it had seemed cold and dark and
grim to Cyril on his first visit, it APP
peared dodbly so now, and faint
lshudder ran through him as he
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