The advertiser. (Wilmington, Del.) 1879-18??, 1879-11-22
LADY MARGERY.

Isidor Vignaux !" Lady Margery's hand
trembled slightly, and her face grew color
less; but she did not glance up from her
escritoire where she was writing invitations
upon satiny, perfumed note-sheets, bearing
the gilded crest of the honorable house of
Edes.
''Who is he, my dear r. she questioned
carelessly of her indolent, Saxon fair hus-
band who lounged near, smoking fragrant
cigarettes.
GA rather nice sort of fellow, Margery;
French, and not very young, you know
met him on the Continent last season.
.'But is not our list full enough, Garnier2
OF course, will invite him if you wish, but
do you think it well to ask people here,
about whom we know so little, now that
Miriam"
"Is baby yet," laughingly interrup' z.
ter;e ;isiahersd. s'ElilyJ Margesy, the -
will not be out for several seasons; SO do
not commence to worry your head about
settlements for her. AS for this Vignaux,
he cares more for quiet game of eoarte
than for any pink-faced girl in Chiisten-
dom. Not that I'm so particular about in
viting him only he is staying with Creigh-
ton, and can scarcely avoid it."
Every well; as you say, of course" re-
Joined Lady Edes, calmly; not caring to ex-
cite the curiosity of her husband by too
pointed an exhibition of dislike to this
strangers coming.
'Though, what are the odds" she ex-
claimed, passionately, dashing down her
pen when Lord Edes had left the room.
''What have to hope from Isidor when
once he comes here and recognises me ?
And yet reprieve ever so slight, is like a
spar to drowning wretch"
Again the lady's jeweled hand moved
rapidly to and fro over the paper. But
when she had completed the note which
summoned to her home the man who had
the power to desolate, she arose and paced
the floor in an agony of dread and despair.
Yet an hour later, when she sat at lun-
cheon with the few guests already assem-
bled, there was no trace upon her naughty
face of the secret buried in her heart; no
more than when she stood. handsome, cold,
and proud, before the stranger her husband
introduced with such careless, pleasant
freedom
''Lady Edes, allow me. Monsieur Wig
naux I have pledged myself to turn him
out one of the best cross-feld riders in the
district"
'tAh, madam, Lord Edes has been prom
ising me all manner of sports and plea
sures, but he has not painted the half.
What delight, indeed, could compare with
being the guest of so charming hostess9"
and the Frenchman bowed gallantly.
Yet not the most observant watcher could
have detected that these two had met be-
fore.
Only Lady Margery knew that those keen
brilliant eyes held sneering consciousness
within their depth of days when their owner
had not been wont to greet GARNER Edes's
wife as he greeted her now.
But she did not quail before this con-
sciousness.
No matter that the cloud overshadowing
her grew blacker and more threatening she
would meet her fate proud to the last.
And this naughty spirit Isidor VIgnaux
admired.
Knowing to the full his power over this
woman he liked to feel how he could torture
her; how utterly from her high and hitherto
happy position he could disthrone and de-
grade her.
And watching her, he detected the affec-
tion and the fear, the color and the pallor.