Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1909-04-28

sion; plunging of the forelegs, snorts
of terror and rage, and then the car
riage was brought to standstill.
Lucille rose and looked, and the
first thing she saw was Harry Herne,
half lying on the ground with the reins
close to the bit, grasped in his hands,
the veins starting on his forehead,
from which the blood was running In
a small rivulet. The next second he
was UP, tall and straight, with his face
| turned towards the marquis with q
look upon it she would never forget.
She got out and staggered rather
than walked up to him, uttering q
series of faint "oh's!" her eyes fixed
On his bleeding face.
Are you hurt? Are you hurt? Are
you hurt?' he asked brokenly, peremp-
torily.
! mo, not, she uttered, impatiently.
but you! Look!'' and she pointed to
his face.
ct is nothing; nothing, Miss!" he
said, quietly.
Before another word could be spoken
the marquis stood beside them, white
with fear and rage.
Fellow, this is your fault he
ground out.
Harry Herne turned his eyes upon
him silently; but the scorn, the con-
tempt in them, made Lucille quail.
"How dare you risk Miss Darra-
courts life with these vicious beasts?'
Kissed the marquis.
Still not a word.
Miss Darracourt, if you take my
advice" he went on, still with the
cleaning gray eyes fixed on the hand
some face; you will dismiss this vag-
abond from your service, and instant
ly. Pray, pray be warned by me. and
| discharge him.
Then Harry Herne spoke.
"And if you take my advice, Miss
| Darracourt," he said, his voice ringing
| low and clear, and, as it seemed with
the dignity of a prince, after the harsh
tones of the other; "if you will take
my advice Miss arracourt, you Will
never place your life in the hands OF
a coward, who has neither knowledge
nor courage to drive couple Of harm
less ponies
1t was an awful retort from man to
marquis, awful in its cold hauteur,
| the voice backed by the stern dark
eyes which fixed themselves on the
marquis's face like an accusing gods.
'Insolent!'' Kissed the marquis.
"Stand away, get out of my sight, or
-" he seized the whip and raised it.
The threatened man could have
avoided it, but he must have left the
ponies which he would not do.
Down came the lash, wound itself
round the arm appraised to ward it on,
and with it's tail end cut livid line
across the still bleeding face.
Lucille, with cry of horror, flung
herself before the insulted man.
"Oh! obi" she gasped, as if the lash
had cut her. .Oh, shame, shame!"
and she covered her face with her
hands.
The marquis stood for a second ap-
paled by what he had done, not by the
Injustice Ol IL, UuI lie CAOSe IL U0UAo
have upon her.
Forgive me, forgive me, Miss OAR
racourt!" he said horasely. ''The fell
low tried me beyond endurance! He
has had no more than ne deserves! He
has almost lost you your life, and has
added insult
"You insulted him first!' gasped Lu-
ellie, coloring and painting. Go,
please go!"
The marquis bent his head, took up
his hat, and turned but once more he
paused.
"Will you not let me accompany you
to the house and plead for forgive
ness? l have been hardly tried; l
have made myself hateful to YOU"
only go!" said Lucille, and at that
he turned and went slowly and reluct-
antly through the trees.
Lucille stood and sobbed. It was
the only sound that broke the silence
for a moment, then his voice said.
softly, sorrowfully:
"Will you forgive me, Miss?'
She opened her eyes upon him, then
averted them with shudder at the
blood-stained, whip-stained face.
mo! no!'' she said; then all in
breath: "Oh, your face!-and the
cruel whip Oh, go home at once
at once!" and she stamped her feet.
Let us go at once and she made
toward the carriage step.
Wait please" he said, in a low
whisper; 81 must take the ponies
home, but you-you had better walk.
We might be met, and-and-ques-
tions asked! can reach the yard by
a side way The ponies have run
away with me, and I've got my face
cut--that is reasonable enough
The thought flashed upon Lucille
that even at that moment he could
think of her.