Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1910-06-29

lyon will hurt that if you are not
CAREFUL" she breathed. DO not be
so rought'
"Am / rough? Forgive me- It is a
beautiful hand. Will you give It 70
me, Diana?'
4 think you have it already, sne
said and tried to draw it away
For moment But viii you
give it to me for always
and his hot fingers closed around the
soft. gIowingly-warm ones OF the
white hand.
Lord Kendale! Is not this a rather
warm fiirtation?"
.By heavens, l am serious! Give 1t
me. pray! Am l to speak still more
plainly? Diana. be my wife,!
It had come at last. For moment
she stood looking at the water that re-
fiected the smile of triumph IN her
ewes. then she turned them upon him
in a soft blaze.
"Stil1 in earnest?" she murmured.
On very earnest! Is it so wonder
full? Is there any man in this room
who would not say 500"
But your"
"And Il" he answered. Diana,
cnce more, will You be my wife,"
''Why?" she asked, quietly.
"Can you ask. Because | love you!
eyes" she said, softly, with look
which would have conquered most
men which-for the time, the Tune
only. alas!--conquered him!
He took her hand and clasped 1t IN
both of his, then, as her eyes still
dwelt upon him, he drew her toward
him and pressed his lips to hers.
ooh, Guy! How wild! How reck-
less!" she murmured, and the rare
color dyed her face.
Am / so wild?" he said in the tone
of a man intoxicated by passion and
beyond himself. "Ah, l can be more
reckless still" and he put his arm
round her and pressed her 70 his
heart.
The ball went on, but Guy and d.
ana Melford danced no more that
night Long after dawn had crept in
to the heavens and gazed down IN
fright, as it seemed, upon the bril-
liant light that flooded the Hall
grounds. Diana crept softly to Lady
Farnham's side. Her ladyship was
tired and rather out OF numor.
well" she said What is it, my
dear?" Where is Lord Kendale?"
Guy is in the supper-room, she
said.
Guy! Oh, who gave you the right
to call him by his Christian name,
mademoiselle?"
"He himself!" murmured Diana,
and she raised her eyes with a
sparkle of triumph in them.
so it has come at last" she said,
in low voice, in which there was a
mixture of wonder and relief. mo
need to ask if you are happy, my
DEAR
mo" breathed Diana.
'And Guy?" said the old lady.
Had you not better ask him?''
Two hours later, when the guests
had all gone, including even Guy, who
had disappeared like a dream, with
no word of farewell to any but Di-
ana, that young lady sat in her dress
ing room.
What time is it, Belton?" she
asked of the maid. busy removing the
much-admired bali dress
Nearly eight O'Clock, miss"
Don't swallow me, please. Nearly
eight. Do you think you could send
one of the men to the telegraph Office
for me?"
The maid looked doubtful
Take a sovereign from that purse.
10 you think you could find a man to
go for me?'
ooh, yes, miss"
Diana drew her writing case to-
ward her, and filed in a telegram
form to Seymour Melford, Esq, Car
shall.
Lord Kendale proposed tonight,
and I accepted" she wrote.
Oh, Lorrie! Lorriel
CHAPTER XVIII.
It is the morning after Guy has
asked Diana Melford to be the future
Countess of Latcham-a gray, dull
morning, full of the threatenings of
the first snow storm. Cold and bleak
the wind sweeps through the rec
tory garden, and whistles under the
deep, overhanging caves.
Notwithstanding the huge fire
which leaps and crackles in the din
ing room, Lorrie seems cold, and
stands holding her small hands to
the blaze.
There is a look on her face that is
not good to see on the face Of a
young girl-a look Of wistful impa-
tience and dreary dependency. On
either cheek there burns small red
spot; her eyes look tired and strained,
and yet are rendered unnaturaliy bril-
liant by the dark rings that encircle
them.
Every now ard then Greta comes