Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1910-07-27

gone home, is, for the moment, HAPPY
So happy that she is like being
transformed. All through the dinner
she is in the best and brightest OF
spirits. Quite her old sell, as 0feta
thinks. with a little puzzled ana
troubled sigh, however. she talks
with every one, even Sir Christopher
and as is always the case, they none
of tbem have ears for any one else
but Lorrie.
The rector alone seems unmoved by
her rght-hearted merriment. rae
and wan. and wearied, he sits at tne
head of the table, his head bent MS
owes fixed on bis plate, save when ne
rises them now and again TO look
across at the lovely face, with It's ull
usual fIush-at the daughter WhoIn ne
loves So well and whom tomorrow he
is to give, while life lasts, to seymour
| Melford.
sT 6,rrIie seems to be just waking UP
+o the fact that it isn't funeral were
going to celebrate tomorrow, says
Jack to Greta, who says nothing IN
response.
'Your sister has a wonderful no"
Of spirits remarks Diana, as they
go into the drawing-room.
Lorrie's spirits do not eVaporate
even during that bad half hour IN
which the women are left alone to
drink tea and bore each other till the
mem come in.
With sparkling eyes and flushed
cheeks she goes to the piano AUD en-
tees the blushing one into singing;
sings. indeed, herself-a rollicking,
iingling, tra-la-Ia ditty, with which
her clear, musical voice fills the room,
Isilencing the conversation and max
ing the vague look of trouble III Gre
ta's eyes still more marked.
Then the gentlemen come in and
begin to drink tea as if they had not
lust left their wine, and the buzz OF
conversation commences.
Inrrie sits at the piano, pressing
the keys down nOiselessly for some
few minutes, until, indeed, she can
endure the hum and buzz of voices no
longer, then she gets up and wanders
: into the hall.
) 1t is a foolish thing to do, for in
5 half minute Seymour Melford's
, soft, catlike step is heard behind. He
has come, loverlike, in search of her
SO, you are here, Lorrie, dearest!
q don't attempt to deny it.
''Will you not be cold?''
Gold? No! / am hot-burning hot!
, That room is sitting. How can you
endure to sit and talk, talk, talk, by
the hour together?"
eve have only been five minutes OF
, so. l am afraid you will catch cold
, dear"
4 never catch cold. came here
because 1 wanted to get cool and be
quiet"
|. THAT is pretty plain hint that my
company is not desired"
81 am not in the talking humor. Ga
back and amuse Blush and Giggle, or
they will be the death of poor Jack.
Let Jack take care of himself he
says; 81 would rather stay with you,
my darling"
And l would rather you went back.
Pray dol"
"Well, l Will obey you tonight, the
last night, isn't it? Tomorrow you will
obey me-" and he smiles tenderly.
Tomorrow, Lorrie, at this time, we
sunshine, and warmth, and happi-
ness!"
"Tonight's tonight, and tomorrow's
tomorrow. Go back and help Jack
and Greta amuse the collection Of I'M
happy people we have compelled to
visit us Go and talk to Sir Christie
pher, and tell stories to Blush and
Giggle II want to be alone q little
While
He can scarcely refuse, and he
goes; but before he does so he takes
a shawl from the stand and wraps it
round her, murmuring:
Take care, my darling; this hall
is cold after that hot room
Lorrie hears his soft footsteps re-
treating, hears the burst of chatter
which pOurs out at the door which
opens 10 admit him to the drawing
| AOOul anu piOSSSS " -.
hail door.
How still and peaceful it looks out
there in the moonlight The dear old
garden! When shall she see it again?
How many weary months will pass
before she can find it i'll her heart to
fly back to the old home and dream of
the time when she and Guy-W1th a
shudder she stops ahpd thrusts the
thought far from her.
What right will she, the wife OF
Seymour Melford, have to think of
LORD Kendale, the husband of another
woman?
Her brain is in tumult, her heart
aching with the weary despair of the
coming morrow; half unconsciously
she opens the door and PAGES down
the smooth gravel path over which
she trotted when a child, and goes
down to the gate.