Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1909-04-29
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Yes, yes, KNOW he said, "a very
charming young lady. Do you think
that she is quite sincere"
Marie Werner sincere!" she re-
peated. Why yes! Why do you ask?'
Nothing, nothing" be responded
drumming the table with his fingers
"She is an orphan, | Think"
yes, like myself" said Lucille.
"She is a most charming young
iady," he repeated disconnectedIy
well, Miss Darracourt, l see, with
regret that my time is up. Good-by!
You will write Or telegraph to me If
you need advice or my presence; both
shall be forthcoming on the Instant"
Lucille wandered about the great
rooms for half an hour, in restless,
unsettled mood. One moment she
thought she wouldn't keep her prom
sse, for what did a promise to a serv-
ant mean? The next she decided
that she would, and at last, half
ashamed Of herself for making so
great matter of 1t, she snatched up
her hat and went out on the terrace.
And the first thing she saw was the
tall, 1.-the figure of Harry Herne lying
on the grass at the foot of the steps,
with bis dog beside him. Indeed he
was very mach like a dog himself
waiting patiently and deVotedly for
his mistress.
Lucille flushed slightly, and the
next moment, because she had flushed
looked proud and naughty.
lie sprang to his feet, and stood
straight as an arrow, his hat in his
hand his handsome eyes fixed or her
expectantly.
Were you waiting for me?" said
Lucille coldIy. 1T was not neces-
sary; I could have sent for you"
She spoke far more coldly and i'm
DeriOusly than she had yet spoken to
any Of the servants, but he answered
with the deep, reVerential respect and
yet dignity which was so strange.
yes, Miss; but it was my duty to
wait"
In silence he strobe beside her to
the courtyard The morning had
grown hot by this time, and Lucille
famed herself with a fern leaf which
she had plucked on her way.
you have no sunshade, Miss" he
said. The sun is hot in the court
yard"
4 forgot it," she said; st does not
matter"
He turned quietly to one of the
grooms
Go back to the house and ask Miss
DarTacOurt's maid for her mistress
sunshade," he said.
Now, after Lucille had said. 1T
doesn't matter" this command of his
ought to have been considered as an
impertinence, bit the manner in
which he gave 1t seemed somehow to
atone for it, and when the groom. who
dashed off like a lunatic on his mis-
sion, returned with the sunshade and
handed it to Harry Herne. Lucille,
who had decided not to take it, took
ii, and said, sweetly:
THANK you!"
Harry Herne dismissed the groom
with a nod. and opened one of the
stable doors.
The carriage horses, Miss; there
are eight of them"
They were beautiful looking horses,
and Lucille said so.
beautiful looking" he assented:
but there are only four Of any use;
the others are-beautiful looking
only. They should be sold, and
four young ones-we have plenty
broken in. It is waste OF power,
and waste of power isl beg your
pardon, Miss" he broke Oft as Lu-
ellie stared at him. The squire.
your uncle, permitted me to speak
my mind as if I were an equal.
forgot l was talking to you"
And you think l shall be less toll
Grant than my uncle" said Lucille.
with a rare smile; is that what you
mean?"
The squire ant I were old friends
had known each other for a long
cine, Miss; to you I am only one OF
the seryants-a new one"
You may sell those you think
should be sold" she said Coldly.
Very good, Miss" he said gravely.
These are the saddle horser." wav-
Ing his hand toward a line Of hand
some hacks all shining like satin,
and looking in their scrupulousIy
clean and polished stalls like the
horses in a child's toy stable. THE
squire was proud of his horses, and
there are few to beat those. broke
in nearly every horse here Miss" he
said, his eyes ranging along the line.
Even these two ponies" end he
opened the other door.
Lucille uttered an exclamation OF
delight. The ponies were a perfect
Iy matched pair of black all fun and
fire, and glittering like black satin
in the sunlight that streamed through
the open door.
There is no pair in the kingdom to
beat them" said Harry Herne. II
bought them out of a drove and gave
ten pounds apiece: they were perfect
little dev-demons. and the squire
laughed aend said: Il should never
make anything OF them. and now they
are like kittens, They are worth a
hundred pounds. The squire was Of
fered eighty for them, and this morn
ing, when I came and spoke to them,
I was half mad with delight that they
weren't sold"
"Why?" said Lucille.
Because you had come, and there
are no ponies like them-I mean