Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1909-05-27

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phere of mystery! 1t makes me I'M
happy l, who was Sc 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? l 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, haughtily.
perhaps Lady Farnley was right,
Miss Darracourt and had better 60"
ooh, If you wish to go"
wish! No, Miss Darracourt, I do
not wish to go, If you knew how
dear every inch of this ground is to
me-But Lady Farnley knows best!
I will go!"
Very 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
nrng taughingly in the sun, but
seemingly creeping darkly and sui
/ lenIy. 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.
I'VE are going to have rain, Miss,
he said, gently; 81 think we ought to
get home at once"
ut will only be a few drops"
1T will be a particularly heavy
Storm he said gravely. eve are
some distance from shelter I can't let
you get wet, Miss Darracourt!"
"If we are going to have a storm,
I 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,
particularly heavy storm. The rain
fell as if Jupiter Pluvious was pour
| ing it out of a 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
| n. Tney were on one Of the by
roads, bordered by broad-stretching
fields; there was no shelter nearer
than a 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 a canter and reached the trees,
the rain still coming down in tor
rents
Get down. Miss" he said. respect
fully enough, but in a tone which
was very nearly one Of command.
Il can't" said Lucille, meekly
enough now.
He slung the bride of his horse
over bOugh and went to her.
Put your hands on nv shout
ders," he said
Sbo did so and no lifted her tn the
ground as easily as he had lifted her
into the saddle
Then Ia unfastnned her saddle and
turned il upside down against the
trunk of the tree hitched nm her
horse. and snatcbed off his coat
what are YOU going to do?" de-
manded Lucille, who had been watch
ing him absentIy as she covered
against the great elm.
I am going to put it around you,
Miss" he said.
You will do no such thing,' she
responded. haughtily. "You will catch
your death"
He advanced towards her. and with
a calm air of authority put the coat
around her and tied it by the arms.
Lucille immediately put her hands
to undo it.
Don't do that" he said graVely- 1T
will rain for a quarter Of an hour yet,
and your habit Is thin one-I have
felt it."
1T is thicker than your shirt
sleeves! FepIied Lucllie. you VIII