Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1908-04-17

A1rs' mart comes In looking tired and
weary.
THE mistress is ILL.," she says. "WilI
| be after bringing your breakfast up
stairs ~
! hail the suggestion with delight, as
l feel | cannot meet Mohun at present,
and Mrs Hart departs after assuring me
l can do nothing whatever to helm.
Blddy comes up and makes my fire
and brings the breakfast, and then re-
main in my room all day
write my note to Lady Ryves, and
then occupy myself in selecting the
clothes | shall take to Castle Glasbicura.
but l do everything in alf-hearted
manner, for nothing seems to matter
now,
The day passes at last, and the next
morning | again breakfast in my room.
Blddy tells me Cousin Elizabeth is bet
ter, but wishes to remain very quiet. |
come downstairs after lunch and 90 out;
shall stifle if / remain anv longer
mewed up in my bedroom.
will not go up my favorite mountain
path; cannot bear the pain OF that vet,
SO turn to the little pine. wood make
my way to a fallen tree that | know of
about half mile away and, to nv cha
grin, come face to face with Mohun, who
is leaning against a tree, his face as
drawn and haggard as | know mine must
be- His expression changes at the sight
of me, and he comes eagerly forward.
Nan, dear little Nan!' he SAYS. 81
have been looking for you; am in great
trouble. | want to tell you about it, for
need your comfort and help"
My heart leaps at the sound of his
voice, but the thought of what / saw in
the garden comes back with rush.
L am afraid you must find some other
eonfdante today" l say coldly. 81 am
in hurry"
Nan, what is the matteri" he says
quickly.
Nothing
Nan, what is it? / know there is
something. When l parted from YOU on
the night of your birthday you were not
cold like this
Il am in hurry; please let me GO"
Il will not" he says. Nan, you shall
tell me. l have a right to know. l
swear you loved me on your birthday.
What has changed your"
81 do not love you'll"
Mani" he cries again, Selling me in
tight grip, Look me in the eyes and
tell me you do not love mel" And be-
fore | can stop him he has me in his
arms, kissing me passionately.
! "You coward!" | cry. 81 hate you!"
81 don't care" he says, you love
mel"
81 do not, hate you, and / wonder
knowing everything that you dare to
speak to me like thisl"
What do you known
II know everything"
| am flushed and painting with excite
ment now, and even as / stand there con
fronting Mohun in flash it comes to me
that the miniature | saw in London was
Miss Lattimer, fattered, no doubt. and
almost unrecognizable, but still know
it is she.
"Well?" he sayE
Well Z" repeat, my indignation in
1 creasing at his quiet manner Can YOU
honestly tell me that you know of no
reason why you should not ask me to be
your wife?"
IF you truly loved me there is no real
reason"
Perhaps your idea of honor and mine
differ slightly" l say sarcastically
"Were you in the garden last night ~
"Why do you ask?"
81 saw you"
Man." he says, 'let me explain. I
have great deal to tell you, if you
would listen, and | ought"
NO" | interrupt, 81 have stayed here
too long already. | wish for no explana-
tions, and | win listen to none"
leave him there standing pale and
haggard under the pine trees, and al
though my own heart is breaking | let
nothing of it be seen.
| 60 to Castle Glashicura the next day,
and do not speak to Mohun again before
leave. see him once looking desper-
ately i'll and worried, and Miss Lattimer
too is pale and wan.
There is evidently some trouble in the
house beyond Cousin Elizabeth's illness,
but | do not ask what it is, as I have
refused to hear Mohun's explanation.
l am received very kindly at Clash.
cura, but am almost sorry / came here
when I see the evident gladness of Capt.
Ryves. He interprets my presence as o
mark of special favor to himself, and his
spirits rise accordingly. l know he ad-
mires me, but / have never encouraged
his attentions in any way.
There is a pleasant and amusing party
assembled at the castle, and / try by
forced high spirits to deceive people into
| thinking | am enjoying myself.
The talk runs almost entirely upon
hunting and shooting, and many zmoan
! the unusual cold weather which has
stopped the former sport.
But / believe we are going to have
change" says Capt. Ryves hopefully;
"the glass is going down, and weather OF
this sort never lasts long in Ireland"
II hope we shall have it fine for Thurs
day" says Lady Ryves, cas- the shoot is
on the Lac-a -eisg that day and we have
arranged to bring luncheon up there II
/ is such a bad road if the weather is
wet"
/ The hopes OF the hunters are destined
to disappointment, for an unusually har2
/ frost continues until the eventful Thurs
day.
1t is nine miles to the top of Lac-an-
eisg, nearly all the way uphill. The
road is fairly good until you come to the
last three miles, and then it is a mere
cart track filed with unwary ruts and
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