Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1909-11-10
Continued.


A slight shade, almost too slight to
be perceptible, crosses Vernon yane's
handsome face. L. the child already
grown into woman?
Tell me-" he says, what would you
DO If you were rich--as rich as Mr.
Lambton, say?"
Jeanne laughs softly. 1t sounds
like an idle question, and she answers
idly:
What would do? oh, think I'd
have the Nancy Bell painted, and get
her a new sail; then I'd build big
house with laboratory for Uncle
John--and then, think where one
could go, and what one could see,
. Do you know | have never been to
London?"
Vernon Vane smiles.
NO" says Jeanne, and she leans
against the half-opea French window
and turns her face up to the moon
that Is smiling serenely on the soft
spring sky. mo, / have Tot lived yet
at least, Mr.. TitzjaLeS says so; he
says that / have beer asleep, and liv.
ing in dreamlanC mere at Newton
Regis; is that true2 Is ne world 80
very different from what / know of
it,"
Vernon Vane folds his arms and
leans back, with a frown on his fore
head.
"Mr. Fitzjames appears to thipa
So" he says, quietly; land, at any
rate. he is not asleep"
Jeanne looks up with faint surprise
at the touch of sternness In his
voice.
But 90 on" he says. you have not
told me half of what you would do II
you were rich"
WELL says Jeanne. with smile,
there was the big house -ah, then
would get some dresses. Do you
know"-and she holds out her arms
toward him with a frank little smile
that this is my best frock?"
He looks at, takes in at glance
the exquisite, supple grace Of her att,
tude, which. unknown to her, has
thrown that dark, soft dress into
clinging, graceful folds; and his eyes
light up and soften.
ut is a very pretty dress" e says.
Jeanne laughs.
But one gets tired Of It. you see,
just as one gets tired of Newton
Regis, pretty as 1t is. Oh, yes. it
must be nice to be rich--don't you
think sol"
He smiles.
How should a poor artist know
anything about 1t. Miss Jeanne? Now
Mr.. Fftzjames could tell you. perhaps
The Is the son of an earl"
"oh, yes, says Jeanne, musingly;
"he has been telling me about Cas-
tie Fort, his fathers place; and
about the opera. and the London halls,
and the thea.ors; all of which must
see, he says, before wake from my
dream life
She laughs softly, unconscious OF
the dark cloud which has settled
upoR her companions brow.
"Mr. Fitzjames' words are the
words of wisdom, doubtless" he said
and in due time you viii see London.
and find--happiness.
Jeanne laughs and shakes her
head.
THAT is not at all likely. Hal win
so to London and to college because
he is a bog, and viii be man; but
shall remain at Newton Regis, asleep
all my life, making unole's toast and
sailing the Nancy Bell"
Vernon Vane looked at her with a.
curious prolonged scrutiny. There
was VISITED, almost sadly restless
expression on her beautiful face.
What had come over the spirit of her
dream? What did the sigh which es.
capped her half-parted lips portend?
Vernon VSne stepped out on the
balcony and paced up and down in
silence, asking himself these ques-
tons. A few weeks ago he had
found her a girl--a child, playing at
snowbslls with her brother, with the
bright laughter OF restful hes"t upon
her lips, and now Had the idle
chatter of a London flIrt changed her?
A voice sounded behind--the Honor.
able Mr.. Fltzjames ha come up be-
hind Jeanne.
Vernon Vane heard the exquisite's |
soft, drawing tones murmured in the
girls ears, and they flled\the listener
with annoyance and irritation. Sud
denly Jeanne went back into the
room. and the Honorable Fitzjames
stepped out on the balcony with a
yawn.
"Halloal" he said, catching sight of
Vane's tall figure leaning over the
getting breath of fresh air,
or resting your eyes, Vane?'
Now, It was worthy of remark, that
the tone and manner in which Clar'
enCe Fitzjames addressed men were
very different to those which he used
when conversing with the fair sex
To Vaen his manner was slightly pat.
ronizing, the earl's son TO the impe-
cunious painter; though he was quite
wise enough to see that Vane was a
and sometimes was rather
nonplussed by the quiet, high bred
air Of the artist
THAT room-the whole bouse-is
enough to blind one, isn't it," he went
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