Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1909-05-26

turned sharply to the right, and they
emerged on second clearing.
"Now!' he said, handing her the
glass again.
Lucille's eyes trembled as she
raised it, but after a moment she got
the focus and looked steadily.
Marie Werner was still on the ter
race, and seemed to be searching for
something with her glass; then it APP
peared as if she found them, for the
glass was still for second; the next,
as IL moved by clockwork, so it
seemed at that distance, she lowered
her glass and drew back behind a
pedestal.
Lucille was perplexed and vaguely
| troubled.
"Well?' he said, gently.
81 do not know what to say! 1t
seems absurd. Why suddenly and
hopefully, "she might as well say
| that we were watching her!"
$50 she might. Shall We ride on,
Miss, or are you tired?'
But why did she hide behind the
pedestal?'
"Ddi she do that?" he said, me-
chemically. "She did the same the
other morning.
| He was sorry that he had said it a
moment afterward, but it was too
| late.
Lucille pulled up her horse and
looked at him, her beautiful face
| troubled and anxious, her dark
brows drawn together.
What does it mean?" she demand
ed, her lips tremulous. What is it
you think, and fear-why should she
watch me-if she is watching me-?
Oh, I seem to be living in an atmos-
! phere of mystery! 1t makes me I'M
happy! I, who was so happy her
voice faltered "Is there no one true
and to be trusted? Why should there
be any mystery and concealment?
You" she said, addressing him sud-
denly, almost angrily-"you are keep
ing things from me! Why did Lady
Farnley implore me TO send you
away? | don't believe Miss Werner
was watching u.s.
Miss Darracourti"
"Well!" said Lucille, half turning
her head.
"You said just now that Lady
Farnley had advised you to send me
away?''
''Well!" repeated Lucille, haughtiIy.
Perhaps Lady Farnley was right,
Miss Darracourt, and 1 had better go. .
"Oh, if you wish to go"
wish! No, Miss Darracourt, l do
not wish to go! If you knew how
dear every inch of this ground is to
me-But Lady Farnley knows best!
l will go!"
Every well! When do you wish to
go?"
81 will go at once. I ought not to
have stayed; and. yet" He stopped
suddenly, and drawing back, rode
behind her.
BY the time they had reached the
valley the river was no longer run
ming iaugningly in the sun, but
seemingly creeping darkly and sui
lenly. The horses, always keen OBJ
servers of the weather, put up their
ears and whispered to each other,
and presently Harry Herne woke to
the fact that a storm was approach
ing.
1--WE are going to have rain, Miss, .
he said, gently; 81 think we ought to
get home at once"
"It will only be few drops"
at will be particularly heavy
Storm he said gravely. 1--WE are
some distance from shelter can't let
you get wet, Miss Darracourt!"
eff we are going to have a storm,
don't see how you can prevent it,
clever as you are."
There it isl" he exclaimed, resign
eddy. as the heavens seemed to open
and deluge came.
1t was, as he had prognosticated, a
particularly heavy storm. The rain
fell as if Jupiter Pluvious was pour
ing it out of bucket; the thunder
roared, the lightning flashed. The
horses, frightened and FESTIVE, shook
their heads and covered, and Lucille
all her pettishness vanquished by the
anger of the heavens, turned pale.
Harry Herne looked around eager
ly. They were on one of the by
roads, bordered by broad-stretching
fields; there was no shelter nearer
than clump of trees in the middle of
a meadow. and he was afraid of it in
consequence of the lightning
But he must not let. her get wet,
Selling the bride, he put the horses
to canter and reached the trees,
the rain still coming down in tor
rents.
Get down, Miss he said, respect
fully enough, but in tone which
was very nearly one Of command.