Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1910-01-27

STEPHEN paid not the SI1gnCSSC re-
gard, did not appear to have heard
them even, but, with a startling dis
tinctness, Sir Richard still in his
sleep, exclaimed:
Lucy! Lucy! Give me the boy!"
and threw out one hand with an ex-
preston hating midway between re
pulsion and entreaty.
Stephen Hargrave started and
sprang up from mis- chair his face
working horribly, his eyes filed with
Mortified and threatening glare up
on Sir Richards face.
The noise of his sudden uprising
woke the sleeper.
Sir Richard started, clinched his
two hands, and rising, stared around
him.
So they stood, the two men, con-
fronting each other, each looking as If
he had been dreaming some fearful
dream or seeing some agitating vision.
Sir Richard was the first to speak.
you! How did you get in?'
At the sound of his voice Stephen
Hargrave's. face resumed its old ex-
preston of logged subsection, and
with a dull sigh he sank into the chair
again.
Through tde door," he replied. 81
whistled and waited until I dared wait
no longer, then stopped at the win
dow. You didn't hear me, you were
asleep. | came in. You didn't want
any Of the ser wants to find me hang
ing about, did You?"
Quit right" said Sir Richard pass
ing his hand over his face, which was
still rather white and haggard. "Quite
right Well, did you deliver the let
ter?"
Yes said Stephen, ct saw her
take it with her own hand"
Good again." said Sir Richard.
"Now, listen," and in clear, distinct
tones, which seemed to fix the lesson
upon the listeners brain as chisel
cut an inscription on steel, Sir Rich
ard revealed his plot and set forth
the work he intended his brave to
perform.
Stephen Hargrave listened atten-
lively until Sir Richard had finished,
then he took his cap and rose.
'Ts that eIl?"
e'That is all" said Sir Richard, With
cold smile Not a great deal, nor d
very difficult undertaking, but it must
be done we'll. No over-acting the part
or struggling at the last moment. You
understand me?"
Il do said the man, "and I'll do it.
Afterward, after this job is DONE
can go my way, suppose. You will
have no further need Of me?"
That's as may be- said Sir Rich
ard coIdly. If there is more TO be
done you viii have to do t."
Then he filled the glass of brandy
as usual Stephen drank it, and, with
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
It 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
window, and a minute or so after
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.
! It was 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.
IL coming years this night, nv love,
Will stand out clearly from the past
Its 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 its turn and turn about.
No, keep the flowers, one and ALI
Such helps to memory need 1 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.
"A mOurnfuI song" he murmured.