Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1910-01-07

an ar OF affected calm really she falt
nerA Gus, for She knew she had severelr.
snubbed Raymond. although the fact did
not seem to have worried him.
You ought not to have dressed Jim.
| my Your foreman viii feel very much
out OF place in his tweed suit"
/ Just then the door opened.
MIR. Raymond" announced a footman
| In walked Raymond, CARRIED in inn
macuate evening dress and looking so
distinguished, that beaming smile took
the place OF the usual placid exrresson
on the face Of the duchess
/ Lord Winstead absolutely elowed with
delight at his protege's appearance. and
/ he could not resist the temptation of
grinning ioyfully at his cousin.
At dinner Basily bore himself as
though he We're in his accustomed place
and conversed freely with Winstead and
| his mother. Constance had very little
to say. the complete overthrow of her
| predictions seeming to have rendered
| her dumb. However. she knew she was
looking her best, and Constance Blake
ton at her best was very delightful to
| see
| Next morning Raymond was the road
maker again, and when Constance Wis
/ tied the scene of operations she was the
daughter of Lady Blaketon Consequent
| ly, she nodded only slightly in response
| to Raymonds bow.
sturdy old oak was being rooted mn.
and Basil was cycling anxiously its far
reaching branches.
Miss Blaketon,' he cried at length.
| You had better move farther back"
Constance perked up Immediately and
flashed whitening glance at RAYMOND
Miss Blaketon, it is dangerous to
stand where you are. VIII you please 90
farther back ?"
Constance took not the slightest no.
tice. From overhead came sudden
harsh cracking noise and she gazed up
IN fright to see huge branch hanging
lmenacingly over her
Raymond raced up to her side, gathered
her up in his strong arms and carried
her out of danger
silly little girl he muttered as he
had taken hold of her.
He had spoken the words more to
himself, but Constance had heard them.
This, with the fact that he had pre-
sumed to carry her, brought the hot.
angry blood to her face.
How dare you'll" she cried.
Il beg your pardon if | have offended
YOU" said Raymond. Then he turned
on his heel and left her
Directly he left her Constance was
bitterly repentant. How she detested her
self, detested the wretched pride which
made her behave to Raymond as she did.
But although she strove against her
feelings she found herself constantly 90
! ing down to the new road She hum
bled herself sufficiently to thank Ray
mond for what he had done, but those
words, SILLY little girl" constantly rang
in her ears.
Gradually, however, she ceased to find
objection to them, and they took on
sort Of guarding expression that was
almost a caTess Presently. she found her
self repeating them as though she treas
ured them And she wondered
She became intimate with Basil. until
| 1t grew to be a recognized thing for him
to leave the road and walk through the
park with her.
Is it true you are TO marry Lord
INinstead?" he asked one evening.
1T has always been understood 2 she
replied.
" Do you care for him?"
Tell me, Constance" he whispered
do your"
No word passed the girls trembling
lips, but her head dropped; he drew her
to him. and she did not resist Bending,
he kissed her lips
But, Basily' she said presently. 81
must marry my cousin. We ought not
Your cousin came into the title be-
cause there was no direct made descend
ant, didn't he?"
yes, and aunt has the title of Ouch
ess by courtesy. The late duke had one
SON, hut he MS net bet" heard of fol
thirteen years. and the law has pccept-
ed his leath. He and Ills father had a
very bitter quarrel. and Gordon-that
was his name-left home and has never
been heard OF since.
"Never ~
The girl started and then peered in
tently into Raymonds face.
your" she whispered.
Listen, Constance. ! made large
fortune in Canada, but | never had any
desire to be a duke. | wanted to be free
Had your cousin been a waster | should
have deei9red myself hut he is = good
lad and will make a better duke that
ever should.
you tell him.
NO. dear; ii would break the lads
h@srt
But Basil, what sacrifce!'
"Not at all dear. it's myself I'm
pleasing You'll still be marrying Lord
Winstead ii you marry me. Constance.
What will they say, aunt and jim
my ~
I'VE must brave it out, you and I,
dear Are you ready to-"
"les. Basily, with you I'd brave any
thing. e. Newton Bungey in Casseli's
Saturday Journal
Battles the Hounds