Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1909-04-28
Love $ Conquest
Continued.
By CHARLES CARVICE


Eyes, 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 he responded.
drumming the table with his fingers.
She is an orphan, I think?"
yes, like myself" said Lucille.
"She is a most charming young
lady" he repeated disconnectedly.
We'll, Miss Darracourt, 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
ise, for what did 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 it, 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 his dog beside him. Indeed, he
was very much 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.
He sprang to his feet, and stood
straight as an arrow, his hat in his
hand, his handsome eyes fixed on her
expectantly.
Were you waiting for meg" said
Lucille, coldly. ct was not neces-
sary; l could have sent for YOU
She spoke far more coldly and i'm
periously 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.
Eyes, 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; "it does not
matter
He turned quietly to one of the
grooms.
go back to the house and ask Miss
Darracourt's maid for her mistress
sunshade,' he said.
Now, after Lucille had said, ut
doesn't matter" this command of his
ought to have been considered as an
impertinence, but the manner in
which he gave it 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
it, and said, sweetly: 81
I. Thank you!"
with 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. 1t is a waste of power,
and waste of power isl beg your
pardon, Miss" he broke off as Luz
ellie stared at him. The squire,
your uncle, permitted me to speak
my mind as if l were AN equal. II
forgot I was talking to you
And you think l shall be less toll
Grant than my uncle said Lucille,
with rare smile; SIS that what you
mean?"
The squire and were old friends
had known each other for a long
time, Miss; to you l am only one OF
the servants-a new one"
You may sell those you think
should be solo, she said, coldly.
Very good, Miss" he said graveIy.
These are the SADDLE horses wav-
ing his hand toward line of hand
some hacks all shining like satin.
and looking in their scrupulously
clean and polished stalls like the
horses in a child's toy stable. 1.-THE
squire was proud of his horses, and
there are few to beat those I broke
III nearly every horse here, Miss he
said, his eyes ranging along the line.
Even these two ponies and he
opened the other door.
Lucille uttered an exclamation of
delight. The ponies were a perfect
ly matched pair of black, all fun and
FIRE. and glittering like black satin
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