Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1910-08-03
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Semour opens the door, giving him
a pleasant Good morning.
Pm going back, and I'll take the
letters
Two for you, sir. and one for Miss
Melford-"
Yes, yes, and any for the rectory"
zone for the rector, sir" says the
old man, and he hands it TO Seymour
That gentleman chances at the en-
veloue and his face turns white. WIN
half glance round he slips the letter
under the others and goes quickly to-
ward the gate.
Before he has taken half dozen
steps. however, the door opens aho
lacks voice sounds in its clear Jones'
ANY letters, Gubbins?"
One for your father; I've given 1t
to Mr.. Seymour" %,
All right, I'VE got it, Jack" ne
SAYS. I was going to bring 1t when
came back; but you may as wen
take it."
AN right" says Jack, and he holds
out his hand.
Seymour puts the letter into 1t.
BY the way" he says, it looks
like business letter. Wouldn't it be
better not to bother your father Win
il until after the-the ceremony!
"All right says Jack, again, and
thrusts the letter into his pocket.
Seymour, with sigh of relief, goes
his way.
Half an hour afterward tn bells be-
gin a preliminary peal.
Isis it getting near the tme'
Greta?"
VERY near" replies Greta. You
save been good, dear, and stood still
and quiet. Now wait while | fasten
this spray of orange blossoms in your
bosom. There! Isn't that lovely,
girls?"
4 think we are all ready. Where is
Jack?"
Here 1 ami" he says, at the half
open door Il say staring at Lorrie,
how swell you look, Lorrie!"
In the excitement the rector has,
during the last hour, been nearly for
gotten. He is sitting in his arm
Cud1Iy MS wan anu WAllhACN A0SSS
turned to the fire, and he looks up
with start as Jack enters.
Nearly ready, sir?" he asks
Ready! Yes, yes, Jack. Are they
waiting?'
Not yet I'll tell you when they are
ready. The dean is in the dining
ROOM"
Yes, yes, l will come and see him.
II am resting a little! l feel tired
this morning; l suppose it is the ex-
element" He pauses moment, then
says quaveringly, 'Lorrie? How is
she?"
First rate, sir Looks like the
queen of Sheba."
Tell her II should like to see
Ter a moment before we CO." says
the old man, quietly.
oh. here's letter that came just
LOW. ePrhaps you'd better not open
it until the affairs over, SIR"
NO, mol" assents the rector, and
he takes the letter and turns it over
III his hands dreamily.
Ii the carriages have arrived.
Then he returns to the dining-room
and asks the dean and Sir Christopher
if they Will have another glass of
wine, and having done his duty most
faithfully goes to the bottom of the
stairs and shouts:
Nov, girls, are you ready?"
Wait. One moment" says Lor
RE in a low, strange voice, as Jacks
voice reaches them. Did you hear
anything then?"
Hear anyt-ing?" repeats Greta,
listening. No, l heard nothing, did
your"
What was it dear?" asks Greta
Il don't know" replies Lorrie
1T sounded as if something had
fallen!" and she turns toward them
with a look of vague dread.
"Oh, it's Jack! He has dropped his
haiti
He is always dropping some
thing"
1T is nothing, DEAR" says Greta;
come along!"
Down they go to the drawing-room
Come, says Jack. why, where's
father? Lorrie, 1 forgot; he wants to
see you a moment"
BorIic glides to the door.
Your sister makes a beautiful
bride, Miss Greta," remarks the dean,
with a benevolent smile. "A most
charming pictured"
He does not get any further, for
suddenly there rings a cry of sudden,
so terrible, that it goes straight to the
heart of every man and woman.
1t is a shrek of terror, of despair:
then all is silence.
They stand and look at each other
for moment
The study" cries Jack, and the
rushes down the hall. He and Greta
enter and see, together the bent fig
ure of the old man lying back in the
chair, and the slim girlish form on its
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