Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1909-06-25

one?" He pointed to a track that d.
verged almost at right angles from their
own. Does that continue farf'
Eyes; right across the angle of the
moor. 1t joins the Exeter road"
"Ah! Is it navigable all the way?''
For motorsl I don't know; 1 believe
So" Her tone changed; she shook her
head as he stepped out and would have
taken her hand to assist her. 81 will not
get out, thanks; it must be getting late.
We must go back"
Not yet" He looked at his watch.
ut Is hardly 4 o'clock. If we are back
In two hours it will be barely dusk. Give
me little longer"
Verona silently yielded, as she had
yielded before. Again she asked herself
recklessly what did it matter? She
stepped out of the car and stood at his
side, almost glad that he had kept in
his the hand she had given him. Before
them, as they faced away from the
morass, the undulating downs of the
moor stretched in long green rollers,
| sprinkled with white cotton grass, dotted
with dense thickets of scrub oak and fir,
and pierced here and there with crests of
Jagged granite. The viscount spoke as
Verona made q movement to withdraw
her hand and turn back to the car.
Not yet" he said again entreatingly.
DO you remember telling me that day
of the stone huts-Neolithic, | think
that were on the moor? They can't be
Tar from here, from what you said.
| Where do they lie?"
I'm that direction she pointed But
they are quite half a mile away"
| ho,,, I IL
us an hour, and the car will be quite
SAFE" He saw the signs of reluctance
and refusal in her face, and his grip
frightened on her hand, his voice grew
harsh, peremptory. you must. 1t is
the last thing I'm going to ask you.
swear I'll take you home without a word
after that"
Verona did not answer, but she moved
in the direction in which she had point.
ed. A sense of faint miserable amuse.
ment stirred in her at the sudden angry
insistence of his voice. But it did not
make her angry, although she tried tc
draw her hand away.
THE path is so narrow" she said
with more pleading than she knew Of
her in voice. Il shall GO quicker So"
"And safer So" he answered briefly.
The silence had hardly been broken
again when they reached the gray circu.
lar rings of stone which had been vii.
lage in some vague far-off time. The
huts, or such of them as retained any
definite shape, were all alike-the rough.
est structures of great slabs of stones
with an opening for doorway and more
great slabs for beds and table alike.
They took some time to examine, foI
Verona, glad to break the silence, which
grew more and more uncomfortable, talked
now, desperately recalling all she knew
of what had been conjectured as to this
prehistoric settlement, and resolutely
ignoring his curt and terse replies. She
spoke as she led the way along the
rugged track again-she had not let hin
take her hand
ct must be later than thought" she
said. "We shall not be back by dusl
now, unless we hurry"
II don't think we shall be- he an
swered. His tone was peculiar; he haC
stopped suddenly. Stopping too, anC
turning as he had done in the direction
from which they had come Verona ut
tered an irrepressible ejaculation of sur
prise and dismay.
"The fog!" she cried.