Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1910-03-24

Continued.

the governor KNOWS something OIL
them: papa Melford is in the House.
and the governor met him at one OF
their political palavers. Appears that
pap Melford is kind of Croesus,
rolling in riches, millionaire sort OF
old bird!"
Yes, he is very rich" says Jack.
Just so. Hold on a bit longer, old
man, and I'm coming to the point.
This old Melford has got a daughter
hasn't he?"
Jack mods.
"Ah, thought so; from the COVER
nor's Egyptian hieroglyphics wasn't
quite sure it wasn't halter of martyr.
According to MIN, Miss Belford-"
"Melford," corrects Jack for the
third time.
"Of course. Miss Melford will come
mo all the old mans money, and he
governor who is always trying to
find the happy heiress to offer upon
the family shrine, thinks she'd be just
the kind of sacrifice to suit me-"
Says I'm to call there and make
their acuaiqntance; do the amiable,
IN fact. Reminds me that I've nothing
in the world 20 look forward to but
a wealthy marriage, and implores me
to remember that he looks to me to
lift the family Of Kendale out of the
mire. Says that it's just as easy to
fall in love with a girl with money as
ii is to think you have fallen in love
with one without, and that it's far
more satisfactory. Worldly old par
ent. isn't he?" and he laughs.
"Well?" says Jack.
We'll, that's about all, you know.
+ must oblige the governor, If | can.
AS to falling in love"-he stops and
makes a grimace-"that's another
thing I'm not given to falling in
love much myself, which is rather a
good thing under the circumstances,
but if / were inclined to be spoons
on a girl 1t would have to be the
right sort"
Il suppose So" says Jack, glancing
at the stalwart, graceful figure and
the handsome, carelessly bright face
with a boyish admiration.
eyes by lingo. Jack, did you ever
think of the kind of girl you'd like to
smarry?"
Cant say have says Jack, dubi-
'ously.
HEM" meditatively staring at the
smoke which he puffs through his al
most closed lips, "the sort of girl /
fancy now, is--What's that?"
THAT" is Lorrie, making an at
tempt to get away from the unpleas-
ant position of unseen listener to a
gentleman's confessions; but the
noise she makes in moving and Lord
Guys question send her back prompt
ty to her old place, where she sits
with her head against the tombstone,
and her face very red.
Tit must be rabbit says Jack,
with extreme awkwardness. Wont
you come inside and see my father,
Guy?"
Thanks, old fellow; In a minute!
Let me finish my cigar! Yes Jack. 7
think / can see the girl / shall go |
down before. Tall-she must be |
tall-with fine eyes and brown hair,
with an air like imperial, what you
may call it, Junos. A woman who
could hold her own in big assembly,
or at the head of fellows dinner
table, you know"
II see," says Jack, "a kind of pro-
fessional beauty, a sort of Madame
Tussaud's queen in her Court train"
That's something like it, only more
so. Now l can imagine what these
are The father made
his money out of iron rails, so the
governor says, and isn't at all a bad
sGrt of old fellow. Rough and ready,
expects Slap you on the back and
ears his dinner with his knife, princi-
pally. But that doesn't matter If your
fatherin-law is rich, you know. Ec-
centric, that's what they call it. AID
the gfri; we'll. / expect she's rather
loud and fond of colors. Talks about
my pas place. and all that sort of
mo, she isn't: but it don't matter
You will see for yourself"
anybody else in the family?"
"A brother" replies Jack.
'Ah! Nice fellow?"
Don't know much of him." he says
shortly, land what know don't"
Jack! jack" cries soft, sweet.
grave voice from the Rectory garden
That's my sister Margaret calling"
he says. Come in with me, will
your"
'You go first" says Lord Guy, "she
may want to speak to you. You can
come back for me-if you want me-"
Jack goes off. having quite forgot
ten Lerrie, and Lord Guy settles him
self upon the tombstone to wait COM
fortably.
The sunset glows redder, a bank of
clouds creep up from the sea and tint
the tapping waves with a purple hue.
Lord Guy looks round upon the scene, |
whispering softly. and the minutes +
to Lorrie, hours. days, weeksi pass
slowly.
Presently the horse-a good and
obedient beast who has been grazing
close to the wall-takes a few steps
forward for fresh grass.
'Hullo!-trespassers beware, old
iady!" says Lord Guy. and getting
down, he walks toward IT,
AS he does so, he comes full upon
the girl curled up in the long grass.
He doesn't start. but stands stock
still. and &C he Ionlys q sudden thrill t