Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1910-06-22


to her and tell her what he had
heard No, he could not do that! He
had given a promise to his father, and
tn Guys eyes a promise was a thing
too sacred to be broken.
One thing, however, he was re-
solved upon He would not be driven
to marrying Diana Melford. He would
not go near the Hall for the next few
days, not until the night of the ball,
at which he had promised to be pres
ent.
He slept little that night, and the
next day he got on to his horse ana
lode far away into the country, re-
turning only in time for his solitary
dinner. The earl sent to him De1ore
he retired for the night, and looked
up questioningIy at the sad, handsome
face
Anything happened, Guy?" he
asked. "You look rather triste. Are
you unwell?"
Il was never better in my life sir"
bad news, perhaps. Is that horse
CT YOURS dII l1SAC!
Il hope So 1t will be bad for me If
anything goes wrong with it"
81 see. 1t is dull for you here, Guy.
Never mind the time will soon pass!
/ suppose you are still as determined
to ruin yourself as ever?"
Guy raised his face; it was pale
and grave.
..Dou't let us talk about it, sir.
Goodnight
The next day he went out as before
riding some distance, and getting his
lunch at a wayside inn. 1t was dull
and dreary work, but he had deter
mined not to go near Diana Melford
until the ball of the next day, and he
stuck to his resolve. The morning
broke clear and bright, and he had
his bath and went down to the break
fast room With the sunshine a CLEAN
of hope had stolen into his heart
Perhaps it was not true about Lor-
RE and Seymour Melford; perhaps
Mr. Melford would not foreclase the
mortgage; perhaps Gypsy would win
the Grand Stakes, and III some uneX-
plainable way things would work
round right
In this lighter mood he could think
of the ball tonight with something
like pleasure You see, he had spent
two extremely dull days! How de-
lightful it would be, he thought, if
only Lorrie could be there! He had
never danced with her yet, and the
blood rushed to his face as he fancied
himself whirlilg to the music of the
| Waldteufel With Lorrie-dear, sweet
] Lorrie-in his arms.
| WhistIing a few bars of the melody
| he sat down to the luxurious break
fast, and was counting UP the days
to the end of the long, dreary month.
when Rawlings entered with the let
tiers.
Guy turned them over eagerly, and
his face frightened as he saw one
with the Carshal postmark Lorrie
had written at last, and there would
be her photo inside-her own photo
shop.
Jack is not the rosei But he has
been near her. and l must be con-
tent with that, / suppose"
But the smile died away, and his
face grew pale as he read the scrawl
There was a good deal about the
coming race, but it was not that which
sent the color out of Lord Guys face
| The sting was in the postscript.
Have you heard that Seymour Mel
ford has got mashed by my sister
Lorrie? Fact! He has asked the gov
ernor and got his blessing, and so,
suppose, the affair is as good as
settled Nice having a rich Croesus for
brother-in-law, isn't it?'
Guys hand fell upon the letter as
if he would drive it through the table
as wei - out of his mind
1t was true, then! She had been
false to him. Threw him over with