Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1910-07-07

gn1l you spoke. loved him; oh, yes,
| loved bin, | dare say, before that.
days before. But when he spoke, when
he put his arms round me and kissed
lne-Greta, it is Diana he will kiss
now. not me-not me-"
What can Greta do? What can the
best OF us 10 at such times bur
preach patience to the tortured, break
ing heart? And LORE will have no
preaching!
Come up stairs to your room, dear.
Come and lie down DEAR" murmurs
Greta
Come and lie down." says Lorrie.
mockingly Why should | lie down?
I'm net i'll. haven't got a headache.
If l lie down to the day of my death
1t wouldn't bring back the past.
wouldn't alter things. Do you think"
SHARPLY, fercely,-"that | am going
to take to my bed, and play the maid
en- all folorn, wear the willow, and cry
my heart out? How little you know
me. Nc, I'd rather die here on the
spot than wear my heart upon my
sleeve to let all the women al Car
shall peck at it! Get me-get me a
glass of wine!"
Greta goes to the sideboard and
sorrowfullv Goes as she is bid Her
hand trembles more than Lorrie's, as
she takes the glass and empties it.
There! ] am better-better al
ready. He loved and he rode away
used to laugh at the deserted damsel
in the poem, Greta: don't feel much
like laughing now it has come to my
turn. DO ! look like deserted
maiden, do | look as if had been
jilted?"
Greta looks at her pityingly, ten
derby.
Come to your room and rest
dear
mo, will not! To have Jack won
dering what is the matter
IF Jack knew-if Jack knew, Lord
Kendale would not laugh much,
neither, Lorrje''
"Greta, Jack must not know. No
one must know. Do you hear? Under
stand, | will have no one told. There
are to be no-no scenes between
Jack and Guy-I mean Lord Kendale.
No, it is not his fault-it is mine as
much as his. 1t is no ones but Fate's.
Jack must not know, nor pupsie, nor
any one. Only you and l. Greta! and
wish had not told you. But it was
too much to bear quite aone."
"Oh. my dear, if l had but known
efore! What things have said, not
knowing. How l must have stabbed
your poor heart"
1t doesn't matter. My poor heart,
as you call it, is beyond stabbing now.
1t feels as ii it were numbed and
and dead. Hush-what's that?" for
there is the sound of footsteps upon
the gravel outside.
1T is Seymour Melfcrd Come away,
dear"
But it is too late. Melford opens the
door.
I beg your pardon, thought Mr..
Latimer was here"
'1'll fetch him." says Greta. Are
you coming with me, Lorrie?"
mo"
Seymour Melford stands and looks
at her under his half-lowered lids, his
white hands holding his hat with
t'ght, nervous grasp BEND him. There
IS not point in the expression of
the pale, lovely face that he does not
mark and notice; ne knows full well
the meaning of the dark shadows un-
Ger the eyes, the pallor of the lips
That used to be las red as a rose in
June, and he knows that the time
mas come when he can stretch out his
hand and grasp the prize he has been
plotting for.
That's dashing piece of music,
Miss Lorrie," he said, drawing a lit
tie nearer the piano.
1T isl"
What is it called?' he asks.
You must speak louder / can't
hear
He repeats the question, and comes
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just close to her elbow, his eyes look
ing into the sad, pale face.
The March of the Men of Har-
lech,' she replies, CURLY. "And
so"-she forces herself to say-"Di-
ana is to be the Countess of Lat
cham"
She has to face the thing sooner or
later, better begin at once; but no
one will ever guess what it cost her
to frame the words.
Yes" he says. with smile. "The
Countess of Latcham. see you have
heard the news
Good news travels as fast as i'll
nowadays"
Her heart feels broken; there is
dull, aching pain in her head a sound