Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1910-01-26
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understand me?'
- DO" said the man, "and I'll do it.
Afterward, after this job is done-l
can go my way, l suppose. You will
have no further need of me?'
That's as may be- said Sir Rich
ard coldly. eff there is more to be
done you will have to do it"
Then he filled the glass of brandy
as usual. Stephen drank it, and, with
a grim good night" took his depart
ure.
Louis meanwhile had reached the
park, and, with the recklessness OF
youth, scaled the wood empalings and
trespassed upon the grounds OF the
Vale
1t was a beautiful night, the moon
nearly at the full, and he could see
the outlines of the house and every
window and door in it as clearly as
if the sun had shone upon it.
There was a light in the drawing
room, and toward this Louis was
drawn, as a moth is fascinated by a
candle.
He fancied that he could distinguish
his darling's. shadow upon the blinds,
and he watched motionless in the
cold, waiting to catch the sound of
her voice.
At last his patience was rewarded
more fully and sweetly than he could
have expected.
The shadow disappeared from the
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ward he heard some chords struck up
on the piano.
He drew near the window, his heart
beating wildly, his cheek flushed, with
expectant delight, which nearly burst
forth in passionate words of love, as
Stella's sweet, clear voice commenced
singing
1t was a mournful, sadly bewitching
air, and the words-every one of
which Louis could hear-harmonizing
in their wistful lamentation with the
music.
Low sets the sun across the sands,
The heavy clouds are red with haze
The sunlight reddens both your hands
And casts a glow upon your face.
In coming years this night, my love,
Will stand out clearly from the past
It's memory, bitter sweet, shall prove
Our love found voice to speak at
last.
A year ago We met-no more!
The twelve months seem so long,
so short!
What worth was life to me before
The glamor of your eyes | caught?
And now! ah, well, the tide comes in;
Tomorrow again the tide goes out;
And love, like pleasure, pain and sin,
Must takes it's turn and turn about
No, keep the flowers, one and ALL
Such helps to memory need l not
Loves pride must surely have its fall,
And futile hoping be forgot.
Stella's voice quivered on the last
line and prolonged it until the full
sense of it set Louis heart aching.
GA mournful song,' he murmured.
"But, thank heaven, your sadness
shall be confined to love ditties if fate
will permit me to watch over your
future. Futile hoping be forgot!
Heaven forbid that your hoping, my
darling, should be futile! Nay, the
course of true love may not run
smoothly, but so that it finds its way
to the river of happiness at last, who
of us dare complain of the rocks and
weeds in our way? Oh, my darling,
what would | give to stand beside you
now and dispel the silence of your
sadness with some more cheerful
strain? Strange-there must be SYM
pathy between us-I, with my presen-
timent of coming i'll, heavy upon my
soul, and Stella pouring out her
hearts sadness in a mOurnful song.
Bah! l do not deserve my happiness
by hunting up trouble in this way; let
me wait until it comes, and when it
does let me meet it like a man and
overcome it."
Then, with a fervent good night,