Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1908-02-05

| nut IL out. This room Is dellclously
DOL, Lii; it is treat to come into IL"
as it?" she said. with glad eager
,ess. You really think it IS. I like
heag you say that"
Eyes, it's the pretties! room in the
louse. What . = smells SO sweet?"
"La4c.' she said, and she pointed
a bunch on the table.
file started slightly, and. stretching
1ut his hand, took a spray out of the
pergne.
81 thought is was lilac" he said,
quietly 81 noticed it when | came
, n"
She took The spray from him and
astened 1t in his coat, against which
1pr hands looked white as the driven
now.
"You shall take It to your own
room, Ley she said. You shall take
Them all"
mot for worlds. Lii" he said.
This will do"
"And what are they doing?" she
asked.
"The usual thing" he replied; play
ing, singing, rubber at whist, and Dor
ng each other to death generally"
She smiled.
And what have you been doing?'
Assisting in the latter amusement
he answered, lightly.
"They told me you had gone out,
she said.
He nodded.
yes. took the chestnut for a
spin"
She laughed, soft hushed laugh.
and left them the first night!
That was like you, Leyl"
"What was the US Of staying? It
was wrong, / suppose. l am unfor-
tunate! Yes. went for ride"
1T was lovely evening watched
the sunset" and she looked at the WIN
dow. III had known you were going
| would have looked for you. | like
to see you riding that big chestnut
You went across the meadows?"
Yes he said, across the mead
ows."
He was silent for a minute, then he
said. suddenly, Lii, have seen a
vision tonight"
"A vision. Ley!" she repeated, look
ing up at him eagerly.
He nodded.
"a vision. The most beautiful CIR
1 kare ever seen, excepting you. Lii!
She made no protest, but smiled.
Ley! A girl What was she like?'
Il can't tell you" he sa d. 81 came
upon her in a moment. The chestnut
saw her first, and was human enougt
to be struck motionless. l was strucl
too"
"And you can't tell me what she
was like?"
NO; If / were to describe her Will
usual phrases you would smile. Yol
women always do. You can't hell
being woman, Lii"
was she dark or fair7'
Dark" he replied 81 did no
know 1t at the time; it was impossible
to think whether she was dark or fail
while one looked at her, but l remem
bered afterward. LII, you remember
that picture sent you from Parasitic
picture of the girl with the dark eyes
and long, silky hair-not black. bu
brown in the sunlight, with Ions
lashes shading the eyes, and the lips
curved Ia half-serious smile as sAt
looks down at the dog fawning at hel
feet?"
q remember. Ley. Was she like
that?"
YES; only alive Fancy the girl IL
the picture alive. Fancy yourself tht
dog she was smiling at! I was th<
dogi"
"Ley!"
And she spoke as well as smiled
You can imagine the voice that CIR
in the picture would have. Soft ant
musical but clear as a bell and full
of subtle kind of witchery, half ser
ious, half mockery. 1t was the voic,
of the girl met in the lane this even
ing"
Ley! Ley, you have come to make
poetry to me tonight, am very
grateful"
Poetry 1t is truth. But you are
right; such face, such voice would
IIaKe poet of the hardest man thai
lives"
And you are not hard, Ley! But
the grl! Who is she? What is her
name?"
Her name"-he hesitated nom
ent, and his voice unconsciously grew
wonderfully musical lis Stella
lStella."
"stella!" she repeated. 1T is .
beautiful name"
as it not? Ste'la!"
and she is-who?"
The niece of old Etheridge, the
artist, at the cottage
Lillan's eyes opened wide
Really, Ley. l must see her!"
His face flushed, and he looked at
her.
She caught tna eager look. and her
Town paled suddenly.
NO" she sad, gravely. 81 will not
see her. Ley--you win forget her by
tomorrow.
He smiled.
You will forget her w tomorrow.