Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1909-09-02
Love s Conquest
By CHARLES CARVICE

BIZ CHARLES CARVICE

go and see him for me" he said,
to Mr. Doyle.
He had recognized the marquis.
Now the sight of him had torn
open the wound in his breast, and
sickened him, and when Mr. Doyle
came back he found him sitting with
bis head in his hands, his face al
most as pale as the marquis own.
Hello" he said. What's the
matter2"
Nothing, nothing! said Harry i'm
patiently. well? Did you do any
business"
Mr.. Doyle swore.
business? No: Abour IS nurd
a customer as you could find, anu
as suspicious as a toad! I'd like 10
get the better Of that man, hang
me if I wouldn't It's the Marquis
Of Merle"
81 know!" said Harry, absently.
You know?"
1--WE seen him. Well, welI?"
"Oh, he didn't buy! A nice fel-
low he is! About as warm as they
make them! Spends most of the
time at the Hazard They tell me
he is going to Old Nick as fast as
he can gallon. Get home and lie
down lad; you look knocked up.
The fact is you do more than your
share of the work; you 60 and
rest!"
REST" said Harry. NO, it is not
rest [ want, want rousing." and
he laughed a laugh rot pleasant to
hear. 81 think I'll go for a ride,
and he thrust his hat on his head
and walked into the stable.
A young horse ha1 arrived the day
0efoTe, a handsome animal in every
thing but temper Harry had had a
brush with him in the early morn
ing, and had almost found him too
much even for his accustomed hands
He went up to the quadruped and
put the saddle on him; the animal
laying its ears back and letting out
with the ferocity of a tiger.
''Here!" said Mr.. Doyle. Don't
ride that beast, take my cob"
But Harry shook his head
Il want something to do" he said
grimly
well, he'll give it to you, sure
enough" said Mr.. Doyle. But don't
take him, there's a good lad"
Harry's will was notorious in the
yard, and even as he made this re-
monstrance, Mr.. Doyle knew that it
was useless.
He watched the pair, both so will
full, go out of the yard with a mind
full of misgiving.
Harry, utterly Indifferent to where
he was going, made for the park,
instinctively. If he could only get
a clear place for a fight and a gal
lop with this four-legged demon he
felt that he might cast off the black
fit which the sight of the marquis
had aroused.
The fight soon commenced; for
tunately the park was nearly empty,
and Harry got the clear space he
desired. For a quarter of an hour
the animal tried every trick he knew
to get rid of the burden which sat
and nipped him like grim death
He kicked reared plunged. tried to
bolt, but in vain; the hands that
held him were like steel; the rider
seemed to know and anticipated ev-
cry vicious trick.
At last the horse gave L up as
bad job and consented to go along
like rational animal The foam
fecked its breast, its eyes were
staring, its mouth sore. Harry's |
hands were tired. but there was
something like peace in his, heart, |
and for a time at least he had |
mastered the demon which kept con-
whispering: Throw honor |
and conscience to the dogs; go and |
make her your wife, you fool! Why !
lose all your life? Go and take ad-
vantage of her love and marry her!" |
He was riding along, his head |
dropping, his touch upon the reins |
slack but commanding, on the best OF |
terms with the horse, when sudden |
ly a carriage came toward them.
Harry did not look up until 1t
was quite near; then something |
seemed to compel him to do so, |
some strange influence which he
felt as strongly as if he had heard |
his name called.
He raised his head. and the next
moment his heart leaped into MS
mouth.
There, seated in the landau was
Lucille.
She was alone, and leaning back,
with a pale face and half-closed
eyes, She had changed, wonderfully
changed; he saw it at once. AS
beautiful as ever, with the same
and. .et-what was the
d. Terence? Her name rang in his
cars, he thought he had called her;
but it was fancy only, The car
rage came along slowly; she did
no. ra'se her eyes; it passed-pass-
Cd 50 closely that he could have
~pu~i4SU HSI bS ISailII1S loiNdTu.
And she had no looked up He
drew long breath, his eyes flashed,
his heart leaped.
1t was no use to struggle any
longer: he must, he would claim .
her! His own, his very own.
With cry that vas really no /
more than a whisper, though he
thought it was shout, he turned /