Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1908-01-31
CHAPTER III.-( Continued.)

spiration; only you can give it to me.
# YOU are hard-hearted and deny me 1
sbalI get no work done tomorrow. T
need your fresh ideas artistic in
stincts."
We'll, I'll come back for a minute"
Honor cried. and ran off.
An hour ago or so she had offered her
sympathy, her interest, to one man and
had received courteous but unmistak-
able snub. Here was another pleading to
her for something less than she had of
fered then. Her little ladyship was not
wholly unspoiled nor without a touch of
wilfui capriciousness. She tossed her
head and set her lips firmly.
Il do not continue to offer what is not
wanted" she said to herself.
Perhaps the touch of bitterness in her
heart made her impatient with Miss
ChaIIis' demand that she would leave
that very insufferable young man and
come indoors.
"IIe is not insufferable. You make no
allowances for the artistic temperament
and the consciousness of power, Aunt
Bertha. He is ii most interesting person,
aid he has great future before him."
lie will do nothing great alone, mark
ny words, Honor He has no staying
power or sincerity"
"He is developing; he doesn't know
his own mind or his own views vet. Pm
going to give him helping hand" she
said defantly.
Miss Challis' sharply cut mouth shut
with n snap.
You'll regret it all your life if you
do" she said between her teeth. "You
will lower yourself if you encourage that
eonceitea and ill-bred young man. He
has none Of his brothers dignity"
NO, perhaps not. They are not broth
ers, you know"-forgetting she had used
the same term herself few minutes
ago; "but dignity isn't the only quality
worth having, nor, maybe, the most low
abe"
Nevertheless" said the old lady
shrewdly, "a man without dignity is a
poor creature, and would not long retain
the affections of a Challis Don't be
headstrong, Honor. If your uncle had
listened to my advice"
Her first sentence was well enough.
and startled the girl into reflection, but
her second undid all the good of the
first. Lady Avrill's endurance had
reached its limit.
He never did, did her" she interrupt
ed pertly. II don't blame him. Advice
is not thing to listen to-"
And with that she was off again to the
twilight tennis -court, the seat under the
trees, and the handsome young author.
Vincent gagged correctly the mood in
which she returned to him, and the con-
the fates were propitious. He put forth
ms best powers of charming, he appealed
10 all that was tender and womanly in
nor, ne lay Eare his heart, his aspirations,
ms lonely strivings after all that was
pure and beautiful. He dwelt on his ig-
norance, bis need of guide, guardian,
and then, when he felt her quivering
beside him IN an overwhelming rush of
sympathy. and eager, generous anxiety
to help, he spoke
And you-you alone are the mate nv
soul hungers after. And l dare not ask
you 10 come His voice died away
In inarticulate murmurings.
Why not 7" she exclaimed hurriedly.
Why not? Why, because of your
rank and my insignifcance."
"A great writer is never insignificant
nor is anything above his reach"
You say that And l know you mean
1t, for you are truth itself Oh darling
-beautiful-pure and sweet-take pity
on me; make of me what you will-only
give yourself to mel"
His dark face glowed with a fervor
snat made him bewilderingly handsome;
ms voice thrilled and quivered, and his
hands caught hers in grasp that sent a
strange tlngling through her veins. Love
was new to Honor She did not compre-
mend her own feelings Somewhere in
ner heart throbbed and ached a sore spot
70 which these passionate words seemed
as balm. Not staying to discovr what
the soreness meant--nor why she well
coined the ointment of his devotion-she
yielded, leaned little towards him, and
let him draw her INTERESTINGLY into his
arms
You love me 2" he cried ecstatically.
oh, my beautiful queen! You lift me
u.p-l am another man! Honor, what
nave you done for met / am a con-
q9eror. am strong And it is you
who have made me So"
Some half hour later Lady Avrill
marched defantly into the drawing room
where her aunt sat waiting for dinner.
l have come to tell you, Aunt Ber-
ina, she exclaimed, "that | am going to
marry Vincent Dene / suppose you
Wlil hardly congratulate me, but / do
not expect that"
The old lady put up her eyeglasses and
scanned her niece's glowing countenance
and dishevelled hair.
NO, viii not congratulate either you
OF him." she said Jelly, "for | think you
would ruin each other if you were ever
married; but you won't be, nv dear l
pm my faith to your hot temper and his
nsolent conceit. And meanwhile will
you dress for dinnerf"
CHAPTER ".
Vincent walked home in a curious
state OF mingled triumph and doubt. He