Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1910-03-23
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Lord Kendale; you are very kind"
Lord Guy glances at his dress and
murmurs few words of apology, but
the white hand waves them aside.
1--WE are plain and simple people,
and homely to the fullest extent.
Greta, my dear, Lord Kendale,"
A graceful girl, with soft fair nair
and gentle, gray eyes gives him her
hand, and in a voice which il its
duietness and softness and gentle
ness harmonizes with her face, says
few words of greeting. Then
the bell rings, and they go in
to dinner. The diping-room is old, and
the walls are rather darkened with
age, but it is the dining-room of
gentleman. The rector takes his seat
and glances at an empty chair, aud
then at Greta.
Before he can say anything. how
ever, the neat, grave parlor maid MUIR
murs something in Miss Lattimer's
ears.
Lord Guy catches Miss" some
bodv or other "will not come down.
and the dinner commences, with the
chair still empty.
1t is unnecessary to remark that
Lord Guy is not a shy man. Before
five minutes have elapsed, before the
remains OF the trout which Jack
caught in the stream that morning
have left the table, Lord Guy is talk
to Miss Latimer as if he had known
her for at least a couple of years. Not
the cut-and-dried talk of stranger at
his first introduction, but the free
and-easy c1atter of young man with
out care in the world and the con-
seriousness of a pretty girl with Q
sweet, angelic face, for a listener.
Before the mutton outlets have been
got rid of, his pleasant laugh has rung
through the room, causing Greta TO
smile in answer, and even waking the
rector from the dreamland from which
he seems to emerge only in response
to the demands of politeness, and
presently marvel Of marvels!-the
rector is talking too!
Why, I wonder, do clergymen take
such a deep interest in warlike top
les? Is it because they are forbidden
to do any fighting on their own ac-
count that they like to converse upon
battles and sanguinary engagements?
Guy knows all about the last little
war, and tells all he knows describing
the hottest hand-to-hand fight in the
intrenching with the aid of a knife
and two spoons, enlarging upon the
bravery of the officers and men, and
quite emitting to mention his own
part in it, until Jack says:
Guy was in it himself, and got
wounded"
"Only a dig in the arm from an as
segai," says Lord Guy carelessly,
awful nuisance, for 1 lost the rest
of the fun. 1t was hot work while it
lasted, and dry work, too, for our fell
lows at home here forget to send out
the soda water and rest of it until we
were just starting home. You couldn't
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and-six-pence a pint, and as for food
he stops suddenly, and his eyes
grow fixed as stars within their
Spheres his fork, upon which is i'm
paled piece of outlet, is suspended
between his plate and his mouth, and
his handsome face grows slowly but
surely the color of beet root
For the door was opened and a
slim figure. enters the room. 1t is not
ghost, it is only a girl girl with
tinted ivory face with soft dark
hair with long lashes sweeping her
cheeks.
Only girl! Yes, but it is the girl
whose eyelid Lord Guy has kissed
only half an hour ago.
The shabby dress has disappeared /,
simple enough in all conscience, but
setting, clinging to her graceful figure
in a way that makes Lord Guy
tremble, actually tremble!
For he sees now that she is not the
sections daughter, not a young per-
sun IlOAl luC fillcloCS HOCy III Oi1Ol q
girl to be kissed at a venture, but a
lady!
Slowly she glides toward the
table, and without word sinks into
her seat, her glorious lashes still hid
ing the eyes which he has not yet
seen.
''Ah, Lorrie, headache better, my
dear? Lord Kendale, my daughter
Dolores
Lord Guy shuts his mouth which
has been wide open since the moment
he pronounced the word food" and
inclines his head
Il didn't know you had two sis
ters.''
"Oh, yes,' says Jack, staring at
Lorrie and wondering what on earth
has happened to her, why she, she
whose self-possession and confidence
are by-word in the family, sits
mumchance and silent as a marble