Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1910-03-16
Continued.

VIII d4G B- AEA SA1Ef % ~ - 1N'f
she drove up 20 the castle. in England,
and learned with wonderment and de-
light that it wss her future home.
How happy, how gioriously happy she
was TO be; how tender, how nobIy
loving he was to her on that, her mar
riage day Poor Jeanne, as she looked
forward then, thought the Castle
Ferndale was to be her earthly para
disc. and that, if anything, her cup OF
happiness would fill up and run over.
How different has been the result
to what she anticipated. Since that
evening Vane and she had not ex-
changed one word OF love.
To the outer world they are as
other husbands and wives, but gulr,
which seems never TO be crossed,
yawns between them, neither has a
word of anger.
The most passionately-fond husband
could not be more attentive to his
wife than Vane; he is not only cour.
teous, but studiously SO. His tone,
when he addresses her, Is of studied
respect, his touch gentleness itself.
She has but to express a wish to find
1t gratihed it is at her desire that
they have come to Germany a week
before their time. II she had decided
at the last moment not to come at all,
he would, without hesitation, have
-countermanded the preparations, and
have been ready to go elsewhere. lie
has consulted her wishes on the small
est points, and has acceded to them
with cheerful alacrity, excepting in
one instance only, the choice OF
guests.
invitations had been given right
and left; the castle was almost as
large as a small town, and the list,
lengthy one. had been placed in
Jeanne's hands before the formal in.
yitations were issued.
She looked it through languidly and
listlessly enough until she came to
Lord Lanes name: then. without
looking up. she said:
Has Lord Lane been asked?'
Clarence? Yes, ! think so, said
Vane.
q thought he was going to Nor
way" said Jeanne.
He said something about it, but
don't suppose he viii object to substi-
tute Germany"
Jeanne looked up for the first time.
There was faint. very faint touch
of color on her face.
Why should he substitute it?9 she
said. His party is made up, be.
Ieve."
They were in the morning-room al
Nugent Abbey, Jeanne seated by the
open window with the list in her
hand. vane standing beside her cour
teously, listening and attentive.
AS she spoke, he walked to the win.
dow and stroked his mustache
thoughtfully.
DO you not wish him 10 be asked?a
he said; Il put his name down be-
cause thought You had got on to-
gether so we'll"
Jeanne looked fixedly at her list; ii
she looked up, his face would have |
given her no hint as TO his thoughts
1t was as impassive and calm as the |
sunlight itself.
~ she said. Il have no objec. |
tion-why should / have? Let him be
asked, by all means, il you wish it.
T. he said. then he stopped. for
she had taken out her pencil, and |
written something at the bottom OF
the list.
Il have aided Lady Lucelle's
name" she said, quietly, but with a
dash of color in her face; 1T was for,
gotten. apparently"
Il don't think she viii care much for
Germany-the castle stands in an out
of-the-way place; too lar from Baden
20 be gay"
she can refuse If she does not care
TO CO." said Jeanne. Unless you wish
her to be left out, will ask her"
Il have no wish in the matter, he
replied, calmly; please yourself in
every way"
Il was thinking of your amuse-
ment," said Jeanne, rising. You
seem to get on together, and she IS
an old friend"
Vane bit his mustache and turned
as if about TO speak, but Jeanne
moved across the room. and he held
the door open for her in silence.
1t was always thus; the Bertram
pride and the naughty Ferndale tenn
per were formidable barriers.
Then now was Jeanne to know that
the moment the door had closed upon
her he fell to pacing the room ana
biting his msutache. muttering:
Was she in earnest-would she
have left him out? They are always
land and sea, morning.
noon and eve. II l hear her laugh, il
Is at some speech OF his; she never
fails to greet him with a smile: ana
he would be stone If he
did not warm under such kind treat
ment; the man does not exist who
could resist her! Ii one could wipe
put that black night! Heigh-ho."
And how was he 10 know that the
sold hateur died out of Jeanne's face
rs she assembled the stairs, and in its
place came the sad, wistful expression
which we'll matched the murmur:
Il was right, carefully though he
ried to conceal it. He would not be
Happy without her. Let her go with