Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1910-11-02

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the window-sill. She looked directly
down upon him, foreshortened to aface.
and even with the distance and the
broad glare of noon between them
she recognized his aspect-his gaysst,
of diabolic glee. There lurked about
him the impish quality Of the whistle
that had summoned her
Come down." he called.
All sorts of wonders and tsrrorS
were beating around her. He had
transcribed her widest wish; he had
come to her more openly, more dar-
ingly, more Economically than she
could have dreamed. All the amaze
ment of why and how he had braved
the battery of the windows of her
house was swallowed up in the greater
Joy of seeing him there, standing In
his "grays," with stiff black hat
pushed off his hot forehead, hands be-
hind him, looking up at her from the
middle of anemones and daffodils.
Come down." he called again, and
waved at her with his slim, glittering
stick. How far he had come since
command her, as if she were verify
his own! She left the window, left
the room, ran quickly down the stair.
The house was hushed; no passing
but her own, no butler in the hall, no
kitchen-maid on the back stair. Only
grim faces of pictures-ancestors not
her own-glimmered reprOachful
upon her as she fed past. Light
echoes called her back along the hall.
The furniture, the muff1ing curtains,
her own reflections flying through the
mirrors, held up to her her madness.
and by their mute stability seemed to
remind her of the shelter she was
leaving-seemed to forbid.
She ran. This was not shelter; II
was prison. He was rescue; he was
light itself. The only chance for her
was to get near enough to him. Near
him no shadow lived. The thing was
to get 0ear enough. She rushed di-
rect from shadow into light. Shs
came out into the sun, into the gar
den with its blaze of wintry summer.
it's whispering life and the free air
over It, The man standing in the
middle of it, for all his pot hat and
Gothic stick, was none the less its
demigod waiting for her, laughing.
He might we'll laugh that she who had
written that unfiinching letter should
come thus flying at his call; but there
was more than mischief in him. The
high tide Of his spirits was only the
sparkle of his excitement. 1t was
evident that he was there with some
thing of mighty Importance to say.
Was it that her letter had finally
touched him? Had he come at last to
transcend her idea with some even
greater purpose? She seemed to see
the power, the will for that and the
kindness-she could not call it by an
other word-but though she was be-
seeching him with all her silent atti-
tude to tell her instantly what the
great thing vas, he kept it back a mo-
ment, looking at her whimsically, In
diligently, even tenderly.
81 have come for you," he said.
ooh, for mel" she murmured. Sure
ly he couldn't mean that! He was
simply putting Ler off with that.
81 mean it, 1 mean it," he assured
her. "This doesn't make it any less
real, my getting at you through gar
den. Better" he added, land sweet
of you to make the duller way i'm
possible"
She took a step back. It had not
been play to her; but he would have
it nothing else. He, too, stepped
back and away from her.
Come" he said, and behind him
she saw the lower garden gate that
opened on the grassy pitch of the
hill, swinging idle and open. The
sight of him about to vanish lured her
on, and as he continued to walk back
ward she advanced, following.
ooh, where?" she pleaded.
with mel" Such a guaranty of
good faith he made it!
She tried to summon her reluctance.
"But why?"
"We'll talk about it as we go along"
His hand was on the gate. 1--WE can't
stop here, you know. She'll be watch
ing us from the window"
Flora glanced behind her. The win
dows were all discreetly draped-
most likely ambush-but that he
should apprehend Clara's eyes behind
them! All, then, he did know what he
was about! He saw Clara as she did.
She would almost have been ready to
trust him on the strength of that
alone. Still she hung back.
"But my thingsl" she protested.
She held up her garden hat "And my
gown!" She looked down at her frail
silk founces. Was ever any woman
seen on the street like this!
ooh, la, la, Ia" he cut her short.
1--WE can't stop to dress the part.
You'll forget EN-"
She smiled at him suddenly, looked
back at the house, put on her hat
the garden hat. The moment she had
dreaded was upon her. In spite OF her
warning reason, in spite of every
thing, she was going with him.
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