Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1909-06-10

ent positions-she the Lady OF Oar
racourt, mistress of the Court, and al
most unlimited Wealth-and he son
of the soil? No! He would not have
let that alone separate them. He was
too full of spirit to permit that to
come between them. He had spoken
Of shadow, stain on his life. What
had he meant her TO understand? Had
he committed some crime? She i'm
mediately laughed the suggestion
to scorn. Harry--the man she loved,
the man whose innate nobility was
patent to all-commit mean, vulgar
| crime! That was more than imposs-
ible-it was ridiculous! Perhaps his
parents-his father, his mother-had
sinned against the laws of the land.
Well, it might be so; but should that
separate them?'
Her heart cried, mo! not" a hun
dred times. 1t was like him to think
that he was unworthy, to talk of a
shadow and stain, but it should not
be considered so by her.
moi" she murmured, as-a1l slow
! ly and with an exaltation, which
sprang from the storm which had as
sailed her-she changed her habit
for her dinner dress. mo! Nothing
that anyone else has done shall sep
arate US! 1t is for me to decide, not
7, you, dearest! You not worthy of me!
Not worthy because l chance-and by
what mere chance!-tO have the poor
miserable drOss, and you have none!
1t is | who am unworthy of you" she
murmured to the glass as if she were
addressing him. What am l but a
mere senseless, ignorant schoolgirl,
pitchforked into a position above ny
real one, while you are a strong
nOble-hearted, educated man! Oh,
! did not know what natures noble
man might be, but ! know now, Harry
! dear No, nothing shall separate us,
nothing shall come between US! l love
| you, l love you, my husband!" and
| she stopped forward and kissed the
| glass. 1t was not, in her eyes, the re-
| Election Of her own face that she
touched, but his, with it's bright, fash
! ing eyes and clear, sun-kissed brow.
Oh, there is no woman more cap
able of a full, absorbing passion than
your seemingly cold one who hides
| beneath her repelIing SHOWS the
smouldering fires of volcano!
She had sent Susie away on some
| excuse, and the dinner bell had rung
| some time before; having gained
something like composure, she went
down. For a reason which to men is
! ineXplicable, but which women will
| understand at once, she had put on
| one of her best dresses and the Oar
! racourt diamonds. And this though
! Harry Herne could not see her For
the first time she felt proud of her
! Beauty which she knew now she pos
! sessed, for was it not her beauty that
helped her to win his love! And now,
therefore, it had become precious to
| her.
All through the dinner LuciIIe's
! happiness seemed to radiate her. A
light shone in her eyes that had
never rested there before. At times
| she would seem to lose herself as if
in some delicious dream, and would
awake from it with a little start and
a flush. Harry Herne's voice rang
| sweet music to her heart, that thrOb-
| bed in unison.
And all the time, while she laughed
and Chatted as usual Marie Verners
keen eyes watched her with scornfuI
malice that concealed itself behind
chances of sisterly affection.
When they went into the drawing
room, Lucille gently drew her to the
| piano.
Sing for me, dear, she said, and
the love that thrilled her whole be-
| ing seemed to ring and thrill in her
| voice.
I Marie smiled at the keys cold,
eXulting smile.
Il can sing until say two o'clock"
she replied, brightly aud b gan in
| stantly. She sang song after song,
and all of them of love; and Lu-
ellie stayed by the window, looking
out at the night in a dreamland of
| her own-and Harry Hernes! Then
/ she heard the stable clock strike ten
! and, going to the piano, bent over the
I singer and kissed her and without a
! word went upstairs.
Marie Werner looked after her.
! then brought her hands down on the
! keys with a discordant crash that al
! most caused Mrs Dalton 10 lump
! from her chair.
Dear me, Miss Werner, whatever
! has happened?"
The first bar of a symphony by
Wagner. Mrs. Dalton she said, i'm
| mediately; but l won't infiict il upon
you tonight"
And she got up and tripped from
! the room, humming the last song she
! had sung, so that the footman who
! heard her as she passed through the
! hall went downstairs declaring that
Miss Werner really was the lightest
hearted young lady as could be, and
hat she was like sunshine in the
'ouse.
Her room was near Lucille's, and
as she passed the latter, she paused
for a moment and listened. Then she
went and changed her dress for a
dressing gown, let her hair down,
and with a brush in either hand, went
and knocked at Lucille's door.
May l come in. dear?" she said. as
Susie opened it carefully.
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