Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1908-04-03


me to snatch away nv hands and hurry
the few remaining steps into the house.
CHAPTER V.
Miss Tremaine. here is a little bit of
bog myrtle I picked for you"
1t is month later and l am seated
halfway up the mountain on rock
overlooking the Tough talking to Capt.
Ryves.
During that month I have quite set
tied down at Coomakesta, and the charm
that Ireland possesses has thrown its
spell upon me. love every inch of the
place, and every day it grows more ro-
mantle and delightful to me.
l have made the acquaintance of some
of the neighbors, Mrs. Craigh especially.
saw a great deal of her during the
three weeks of Chrissie's illness, as /
went nearly every day to inquire about
him.
The twins are my devoted admirers
now and join me every available spare
minute
Lady Ryves has called too; think
she did so at the instigation of her neph-
ew, but | do not care for her because she
is stiff and formal. She has invited me
to an afternoon party next week, but l
am not sure if shall 60
| take the piece of bog myrtle Capt.
Ryves holds out to me-
where did you get it from?'
"Off the bog there"
What, down in the dangerous part ?"
yes, would do more than that for
youl"
you might have been killed; that bog
is like quicksand"
"Poof! l am not coward. If YOU
tell me to l will cross the middle of the
bog now"
Il don't think shall ask you to-" /
reply with smile. Il am not particu-
larly anxious to see you drown before
my eyes"
who told you it was dangerous
my cousin!"
ooh, Fitzgeorge!" he says, a little con-
temptuously. II don't think he is spe
cially remarkable for bravery. was
surprised when l found you at Gonna
kesta"
"Why?"
ooh, because it was so unexpected, and
besides it is hardly the house for you
to be I'M"
"Why?" 1 repeat again.
81 don't know" he says evasivelv, "but
it is so quiet and dull, and / should
hardly consider Fitzgeorge an entertain
ing companion"
TASTES differ l remark, and not lik-
ing the turn the conversation is taking.
| change it. when do you go back to
India, Capt. Ryves 2"
II have only three months more leave,
worse luck, and then / go to Malta. not
India. Miss Tremaine, will you miss me
when l go?"
81 suppose l shall" say meditatively.
pulling the bog-myrtIe to pieces as l
speak. "In lonely place like this one
would miss the butcher or even that
wood cutter there"
Don't be cruel" he says sentimental
ly; "that is not the answer | want.
Why, when l went to look you I'D in
London and found you had disappeared
tore my hair with grief, and did not
have moments happiness till l found
you here"
Really" l said quizzically. 'T heard
you put in a very good time at Lahinch
golfng."
"Who told you THAR" he cried. ~
believe it was Oh, can't this fellow
ever leave us in peace?"
The interruption is caused by the sight
of Mohun, who comes down the noun
tain carrying his gun and brace of
pheasants.
aren't you cold, Annette? The wind
is getting very chilly now"
Mohun throws down the pheasants as
he speaks and sits opposite to me.
NO." | reply, 1T never seems really
cold here; it is so sheltered l mean to
come as long as ever / can"
You are getting to like the place ?"
he inquiries eagerly.
Every, very much" / answer dream
lily, and note the look of pleasure that
springs into his eyes. look from one
to the other of the two men and com
pare them.
Capt. Ryves, tall, fair, good looking,
light hearted, and amusing; Mohan, dark,
broad -shouldered, scowling, and plain
and yet-and yeti know in my heart
that one glance from Mohun is enough
to set my pulses tingling, while Capt
Ryves is absolutely nothing to me-
I do not know when l first began to
care for Mohun, but / do know that
when l realized it 1 fought against the
feeling to the utmost of my power.
upbraided myself for my foolishness in
loving a man unattractive and insult
able in every way, man who was--so
argued to myself-vacillating purpose
less, and lazy, and moreover a man sar-
rounded by mysteries and secrets which
he owned to but could not disclose.
But in spite of all this l love him,
though my fear that he will discover the
fact is so great that ] conceal my real
feelings by fippant words or rude
speeches.
/ think sometimes he loves me-cer-
tainly he dislikes my talking to Capt.