Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1909-12-01


For whisper it softly-is
Jeanne's wedding-day.
Tomorrow commences that new life
which spreads before her like an i'm
probable dream. Against Aunt James
entreaties, and Uncle Johns expostu
lations, Vane has stood firm as ada,
mant. 1t is necessary, so 1t appeared
that he should go to France in June,
and he will not go without Jeanne,
unless Jeanne herself wishes it.
Jeanne has but 10 say the word and
the old simple life is divided from the
new and mysteriously strange one by
but few slender hours.
Its all beautiful; couldn't be
nicer," says Mrs. Lambton, leaning
back in chair and folding her hands
with complacent enjoyment
"The dearest, sweetest veil!" muir
murs Maud.
VERY nice. indeed" resumes Mrs
Lambton; and not bit better than
she deseryesi If shed been a child
of my own, Mrs. Dostrell, couldn't
have taken TO her more; and I'm sure
Mr. Vane-"
"Oh, he's quite too charming" muir
murs Georgina, in the jargon of her
kind
MIR. Vane is one of the pleasant
est young men / ever met" goes on
the good-natured lady. And as to
his cot being rich, and all that, why,
I'm sure it don't make any difference
to peoples happiness. Why, l re.
member when l was married, Lamb
ton was only in small way"
And oh! do look at this beautiful
dress, mamma" interrupts Maud
rather hastily isn't it really too
sweet"
NO" says poor Mrs. Lambton,
who is always looking back to the
old times before the pillmaker had
made his fortune and become an old
country gentleman. NO, riches don't
make happiness Mrs. Dostrell; I'm
sure Mr.. Yane is wonderful clever.
What was it your pa was reading
about Mr.. Vane's picture in the exhi-
bition? They say it's a wonderful
picture, and your pa said Mr.. vane
would make a pot of money"
MAJ"
Well that's what he said, my dear.
And I'm sure / hope he will for
Jeanne's sake--and | hope they'll be
happy!" she winds up, and there is a
suspicion of moisture in the simple,
kind-looking eyes. which Immediately
causes Aunt Jane to wipe hers, for
it is as true that weeping is con-
tagious as that there are often more
tears than smiles at wedding.
Aud, indeed. now that the time has
come for Jeanne to spread her wings.
1t is wonderful how many hearts are
wrung in regret for her going. To
say nothing of poor Bell, who has
never told OF his love, but let con
cealment, like a worm In the bud
feed on his damask cheek" there
was every dog about the place who
got a kind word and a caress from
her: old Griffin. who sat for hours
and stared at the Nancy Bell, putting
at his pipe, and signing his heart out,
and. lastly, there was Hal--Hal, who,
during these last few days. would
scarcely let her out OF his sight, and,
for all his whistling and shouting,
looked doleful whenever mention was
made of the long journey which would
follow hard upon the marriage cere-
mony.
If Id known Vane was going to
come this trick" he says, ruetully,
"Fd have got him out into the Nancy
Bell and drowned him, and that
wouldn't have been any use. for he
can swim like a doghsh."
For q while Jeanne comforts him
and herself with the reminder that
she will soon be back.
She is telling him so now and they
two having escaped from Inc house
are strolling down the lane, her arms
around the boys neck her face
dreamily happy, her voice soft anc
low and iul of that suntle melody
which Love lends to his slaves.
ut won't be long, HAL" she says
and we shall come back and settl,
down within sight of the old house
/ and--and---
But Vernon does not say SO" says
Hat incredulously, "he says his p.Gn'
are all uncertain. believe, Jeanne
you don't know anything about wha
YOU are going to do"
Jeanne fushes slightly 1t is quit
true; she does not
Not yet. she says. dreamily
"But We shall come back--oh. yes VI
shall come back And. Hal--wha
time does the last train get in?"
, Hal grins,
DO you ever think of anything els
but Vernon, Jen?" he says. Did h
say he would come back tonight
, Perhaps he'll lose the train" he sul
gests, wickedly.
Jeanne looks startled, then sh
. p.nches his ear
YES, he will come tonight sh
says, looking toward the horizon ioas
, ingly as If Vernon had been ahsen
= year. instead o. six hours; N
, never breaks his word And Ha
, don; YOU think we ought to 20 haCk9
r. No not yet SAYS the hoy;
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