Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1909-12-29

and Vane was waiting for her, dressed
/ in a loose travelling suit and sur
rounded by Uncle John and Mr.. Lamo-
and apparently experimenting the
placing of the luggage. To see the
reverential airs with which Mr.. Lamb
ton watched Vane-the mafquis-ho"
he listened to every word he said with
the most profound eagerness, was
amusing. And when Jeanne ap-
peared, the worthy gentleman came
forward, bowling and smiling very
much ike his own butler
But Jeanne had no eyes just then
for any one but her own people, ana
if was not until Vane glanced at his
watch, and H., declared stoutiy
that they couldn't possibly catch the
train, that she could tear herself from
/ he embrace OF the only mother she
had known
Are you sure your Iordship hasn't
any commands for me? reiterated
Mr. Jambton for the hundredth time.
EFF there is anything | can do, any 81
MS can do, please remember that we
shall be only TOO humbly delighted 70
be Of service. James"-to the coach
man--"be very careful. be extremely
careful, sir, how you drive. My lord
he's very steady man, and you can
RELY upon him, Good by, your lady
ship"
"Good-by, Jeanue," exclaimed Hal
pokins his head through the window
at the risk of being run over. Good
by. Jen, Goodbye" and tho blue eyes
suddenly dlmmod with tears, as
Jeanne reluctantly loosened his
chubby hand.
.'Good-by, HAL" cried vano, lean
ing forward IT'S not for long. re-
member. I'll take care Of her. Good
byl"
"Goodby, Vernon! shouted Hal,
who not once had called him my
lord.
Jeanne kept her head out of the
window until the excited group was
lost sight of. then Nano put his arm
around her and drew her ,oward him.
well, darling" he salt, and now
have YOU quite forgiven me, or not?'
81 orglyen your said Jeanne, softly;
"for what?" and she looked up shyly.
For my deception" he said, with a
quest 'oning smile.
Jeanne dropped her face upon his
breast
"Why did you do III" she asked, in
low voice.
Il have to tell you that?' he an
swered, and Jeanne, quick TO note the
slightest infection of his voice. re-
marked the sudden, half-pained gray
ity.
DO not tell me" she says, quiz KY,
Yes" he says. II must. From
this moment there must be no conceal
ment. not the shadow of a shadow be-
tween us, my darling; and | must
tell you But weren't you surprised
Jeanne3"
This question made Jeanne's heart
leap.
Now is the time for her confession;
now is the time to tell him OF the
| breakdown on the Newton road, and
! Lady Lucelle's visit; now is the time
to whisper meekly, couhdingly of her
/ doubts and fears which led her to
keep from him the discovery OF his
! secret. why doesn't she speak!
| Why doesn't she say: knew IT.
| Vernon, last night; l knew 1t was the
MARQUIS of Ferndale whom / married
this mOrning!"
But Jeanne is silent Jeanne, the
proudly candid, and fearlessly frank
breads the confession.
So precious is the touch of his hand
so sweet are his loving words and
voice, that she dares not risk losing
| them. So Jeanne, alas, is silent.
He wa,t; moment, then laughs
softly.
"Of course you were; how could
YOU be otherwise. 1t was my fault;
| ought to have taken Bell into my
confidence when l gave him the II
cense. but | chung to my secret as
long as | could preferred being
Vernon Vane TIL the last moment
and no wonder. Was it not Vernon
V..ne you loved, and not the Marquis
of r'erndale?"
Jeanne opens her lips to rush upon
her confession, but he goes on, and
! his next words decide her forever
Yes, Jeanne, it was cruel, 1t was
unkind to keep you in the dark, and
let them spring mine upon You al
the last moment, and before them all
But. Jeanne, listen, and confess that
have some excuse"
He pauses a moment and gently ca
resses her hand. and, lover-like, lets
his eyes wander over her graceful
form longingly.
Jeanne" he says. at is too true
unfortunately am the Marquis OF
| Forudale,"
Uufortunately?' murmuvs Jeanne
lie mods. and musingly divides the
slim fingers and entwines them in his
own.
unfortunately" at last he repeats
Jeanne. il is better for man who
has an honest heart to be born peas
ant than peer-be,ter TO be a newer
of wood and drawer of water than to
wear a corouet and peers robes
Your peasant gets the truth some
times. and wins true friends and true