Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1909-12-15

Jeanne coIored and quivered as she
thought:
Perhaps that great trunk will not
be wanted. Perhaps that grand we'd
iingdress viii always be as limp anG
lollow. with nobody inside It."
Il viii come with fou. aunt" she
says. But Aunt Jane would not hear
Of it.
NO. child" she 9ys; you snan't
10 anything tonight sit still and
play to your uncle; besides, Pm glad
there's something to do, for feel
restless and fidgety. / shall 5e glad
when you're gone, you troublesome
girl" and she kisses her.
Arm in am Jeanne and the old gem
tleman go into the drawing-room,
and she gives him his cup of tea, and
hen plays to him softly, and it is
not until she sees his eyes close that
she rises and creeps into the open
air, for which she has been pining 50
long.
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the trees, and the clear, summer sky
is studded with heavens jewels.
It is a night for love and peace,
but there IS love and passionate trou-
bic In Jeanne's young heart, there
are lights moving about in the rooms
upstairs-they are packing her boxes
and making the last preparatioDs-
preparations which may be useless ii
ah, Heaven! If the word be spoken
which VIII separate them
The striking of the church clock
arouses her-nine. In ten minutes he
will be here! For the first time
Jeanne shrinks from meeting him;
shrinks from the loving regard OF
those dark eyes, from the tender ca
ress OF the strong white hand, and her
heart seems to stand still when she
hears the small gate open, and his
firm. quick step upon the walk. In
stinctively she goes further away
from the light, and when a tall figure
Is seen standing at the open window,
and his deep voice calls, Jeanne
Jeanne! where are your" she cannot
speak
But he has caught sight of the light
shawl which she has thrown around
her, and comes toward her with out
stretched arms.
What. hiding. darling!" he says,
and. taking her in his arms, his voice
low and gentle. as it always is, ana
only is, when he speaks to her.
Vernon has come straight up from
the station. and looks tired and dusty;
but there is the glad light of love in
his eyes, and his voice rings brightly.
Jeanne, looking up shyly, remarks
with keener notice how noble and pa
trician a face 1t is. and how distin-
guished is his bearing and manner;
and, not for the first time, she is
struck by the indefinable air of com
mand which belongs to him.
Yes" she thinks, cit is true"
What, not a word?" he says, look
ing down at her with a smile. moe
word to welcome the traveller re
turned, Jeanno?'
oT&hhC mus hEA NOASO.
fYou have come back, then" she
says, not overwisely.
He draws a long breath and wipes
his forehead, as he drops on to the
garden seat and draws her gently
down beside him
Yes, my Jeanne, and heartily glad
to get back. London in June, for all
that fashion may say il hateful
place; but never did it seem so I'M
bearable as today
And yet you had so much to do,
says Jeanne, glancing at him.
Yes, he assents. musingy; there
was deal to do and / think | used
up three cab horses; but commend me
to LAWYERS for wearing a man and ut
terly exhausting him"
Lawyers" says Jeanne. Have
you been To lawyers?'
He laughs softly.
Yes, darling-those foes to whom
we always fly Immediately we are IN
trouble"
Are you in trouble now?" asks
Jeanne, In low voice
TROUBLED" he echoes. why
why. what child it is to apply gen.
eral epigrams to particular cases.
Trouble? No; l have never been so
happy in my life"
Are you sure?" asks Jeanne, trem.
bling,
He looks at her with sudden
questioning in his eyes.