Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1910-01-20

I'll send you a check for the two,
said Lord Marmion.
Sir Richard nodded, slipped his
claret, and changed the conversation.
He stayed late that night, and
when he unlocked the door of his
dressing room his face was flushed
and his eyes sparkled.
Sir Richard was in that state of ex-
element which all men, be they bold
as they may be, feel on the verge of
a great crime.
The morning saw him still bending
over his desk, making calculations
from his 1edgers and daybooks.
Once only he had given way to the
fatigue which had settled on him, and
then he woke from an uneasy slumber,
starting like a man under the infiu-
ence of nightmare, and muttering,
Lucy, LUCY"
While Sir Richard was at work,
darkly, mysteriously, in London, Louis
was Iaboring little less arduously at
Hawthorne.
The statue was gaining form and
grace each day, and he worked with a
restless Impotence, which sprang
from one other cause besides his ar
tistic enthusiasm.
He had seen nothing of Stella since
The day Sir Richard had frightened
her away.
Several times he had taken walk
through the park in the hope Of seeing
her, and once, driven to rashness by
his lover-Iike imaptience, he had
called at the Vale.
But Miss Newton was denied to
him, and there was nothing for it but
to return home and try to lose him
self and his longing in his work.
Four days passed, and still no
Stella!
On the fourth day he called at the
Vale again, and was again refused.
Then he grew alarmed, and sent
Stephen to watch, the house, on the
chances of delivering a message to
Stella if he would see her, or at least
OF hearing that all was well.
Stephen watched until the sixth
day, and saw neither Stella nor Mrs.
Newton, and Louis was almost in de
spair.
On the seventh day Louis, while
climbing the hill from the Vale, saw
the Vale carriage coming down to-
ward him.
His heart beat fast, and he stood
still.
But the carriage rolled on, and in
response to his raised hat there was
only a frosty little bow from Mrs.
Newton who did not choose to stop for
Mr. FELTON,, the sculptor.
From Stella he got a smile that was
full of a tender meaning, and which
seemed to say:
BE patient; l am true"
With this he was obliged to be sat
isfed, and returned to his studio, de-
termined to work harder than ever,
and wait with greater trust.
No sooner had he reached home
than Stephen came to him and held
out tiny piece of folded paper.
What is that?" said Louis. with
weary irritation.
"a note" said stephen, suIlenly.
Where from?" asked Louis.
From Miss Newton" said Ste
phen.
Louis snatched it from him.
"Where-hOw did you come by it?%
he asked, his cheeks flushed with de
light.
81 was standing in the road looking
at the carriage, and saw the young
lady drop it out. She looked as if she
meant me to pick it up, and I did
Good, clever Stephen" said Lou
is, and directly the man had gone he
pressed the little scrap of paper to
his lips.
Then he opened it.
The note was very short one, but
confirmed his fears. 1t ran thus:
Dear Mr.. Felton'-(This was
marked out, and Louis" put in its
place.: 81 know you are anxious about
me, because I have seen you in the
park and Stephen watching the house.
Do not be alarmed or uneasy, al
though, as l fear, l shall not be able
to see you. Mamma has had her sus.
picions aroused, and keeps me al
most a prisoner. Do not mind for me !;
am happy, though l cannot see or
hear you, for remember always that
you have said you love me. If you
can get a note conveyed to me, dear
Louis-but my love is teaching me to
be bold and forward. Will you forgive
me, and remember that the love is for
you?
Yours ever,
Stella"
Never was a note more incoherent