The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1881-10-29


chamber she paced the room like
Gagged tigress.
"My God p she painted, breathlessly
"what would he say-how he woult
scorn me, if he knew that am Ethel
Delorme, the woman who Tilted Geral(
Brookes But he never shall know.
love him love him And / shall VIII
him if l die for it p She fell into pro
found reverie. All at once her dark
beautiful face lightad up strangely. 81
have it % she exclaimed. 81 believe
can see my way"
That night Mrs. Warburton stood be
fore the mirror in her room, arrayed fol
the hop which was to take place below
stairs. She was regal in cream satin anC
lace, with white roses in her magnifcen
black hair. She moved slowly toward {
window where a pot of rose geraniun
was sitting, and STOPPING over it, broke
off mass of scarlet bloom. Then hum
ming softly to herself, she left the room
crossed the wide corridor, and tapped al
door.
"Come in p cried sweet voice, and
Mrs. Warburton turned the knob and
entered Lily Moreton's room.
Glow lovely you are!" she cried, rap
turously, a jealous pang at her heart
meanwhile, as her eye fell on the slender
figure in white lace and pearls. Blu
oh, Lily, my loveI' she added, with {
gush of apparent sincerity, "why dc
you wear pearls? See have brought
you some of my favorite flowers.
raised them myself. l cannot wear then
with this costume; red and yellow would
be too gorgeous for me, and [ do thinl
this dash of scarlet with your lovely
white lace would be too pretty for any
thing. Willyou wear them, ma chere 2
The young girl look pleased. She was
sweet, tender-hearted little thing, in
capable of deceit, and, therefore, unsus
pecting.
"You are very kind, Mrs. Warbur
ton, )" she replied; "indeed I will weal
them"
So the willy widow fastened the rec
blossoms in Lily's golden hair and athel
throat and waist as conspicuously as
possible; then, her work accomplished
she fitted away.
When Lily descended to the CRANE
salon below she was joined at once by
Harry Penryth, who offered her his arm
for a promenade. A pair of flashing
black eyes followed the two as they moved
slowly through the rooms, and q pair o
rosy lips curled up with a strange smil,
as they saw Henry Penryth gaze fxedl7
at his companion, and turn pale to til,
very lips. The subtle instinct which 81
strangely affected the young man wa
slowly but surely entering his heart.
After time Mrs. Warburton observed
Mr.. Penryth making his way through
the crowd to her side. He looked pal,
and troubled.
"Come out and walk, Mrs. Warbur
ton, will you not % he said, offering he
his arm. With triumphant look in he
eyes she arose, and they strolled out int
the moonlight.
"Where is Miss Moreton ?" queriet
the widow, archly.
81 do not know" he replied, trif'
coldly. "Let us sit here" he added
pointing to a rustic seat.
It was lovely night; his companion
was beautiful and fascinating. HEAVIER
only knows of what foolishness Harry
might have been guilty, but jest then /
voice fell on their ears from the shrub
berry near; -,
and Whit Of cigar smoke floated by
"why didn't you tell me the Delorme
was here?"
"Delorme % returned his companion
81 don't know of whom you are speak
ing"
The first speaker laughed lightly.
Won hnr 1ryOpoon
Tilted Brookes, don't you? Poor Ger
aid he was a noble fellow Well, sht
afterward married old Warburton, thu
millionaire, and worried him into tn,
grave within year. She's fascinating
widow, and the young men (who do no
know herr flock round her like moths II
a candle! [ hear Penryth is the las
victim p
Indeed ?" laughed the other; anc
the two passed on.
Harry Penryth turned on his com
panion a face of marble Wilderness
"What does this mean?" he gasped
ANSWER me; are you Ethel Delorme?'
She laughed recklessly.
4" Is it fair to place me forever under
ban ?" she asked, "just because a MAJ
whom [ never could love was foolish
enough to care for me? Mr.. Penryth.
was not to blame, listen p
"Hush p he said, sternly. "Don'
attempt any palliation. Shall take you
back to the house, Mrs. Warburton ?"
And Ethel Warburton knew that i
was all over, that the game was played
the die thrown and lost
Alone on the moonlit veranda, Lilly
Moreton sat, pale and sad. Harry Pen
ryth came to her side and bent tenderl,
over her.
"Lily," he whispered, "where die
you get those rose geraniums?"
She started slightly, and blushed.
"Mrs. Warburton gave them to me,
| she replied; wasn't she kind %
every" he answered, dryly. He sa
down then beside Lily and told her tn
story of his friend and his tragic fate
Before it was concluded she had torn th
blossoms from their resting places anC
| tossed them over the veranda railing
They fell on the grass plot below, RICH
at the feet of Ethel Warburton. An
recognizing them she knew the truth
| knew that her wicked wiles had not sue
ceeded, and all was lost.
And she was right, for before the seaso
was ended the newspapers announce
the wedding of Lily Moreton and Harr
Penryth.
FoGa put his foot into it bodily whe
! he was introduced to Mrs. Smith an
her daughter. He wished to say som,
thing neat and gallant. Addressing til
daughter. said he: "Reallv, madam.