Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1883-08-02
He LOST THEM BOTH.

fuptly, "olo you ever nave your fortune
told?''
Cora started at the sudden question
and then smiled
ZIP" said she. ''My fortune told?
How should |? We city girls never
stumble across gypsy camps
Old Miss Duchesne was sallow, with
very black hair, scarcely as yet sprin-
lled with cray, although sixty years
had passed over it; sharp black eyes,
and L nose and chin which nearly met.
She looked almost like sphinx her
self as she sat there.
Il used to tell fortunes when [ was 3
girl. said She
with cards?' laughed Cora.
No; by palmistry. Shall l tell
yours?'
Cora looked at the old lady with sur
prise. Was she in jest or earnest? Why
did she speak so sharply? Why did
those glittering eyes seem to burn their
way into her very brain?
But Miss Duchesne had been the
SchOol-friend of Cora's mother, years
ago, and Cora had always humored her
eccentricities
If you choose" she said, half hes
ltating.
Give me your hand" said Miss
Duchesne; ''the same hand which you
are one day going to bestow upon
Duke Chesterton in marriage
Yes" said Cora calmly.
"A white, plump, velvety little hand"
said Miss Duchesne, peering so closely
into the palm that her nose almost
touched the rosy skin. LET me see!
- Il.
line of life; the line of love! All, here
we are! Beware Of dark girl. She is
coming between YOU and the line of
love. She will work you sore trouble
yet
The girl sat rs if some new light had
suddenly dawned upon her brain.
''Youmean my Cousin Ariadne?" said
she, involuntarily.
Miss DucheSne nodded.
I mean your Cousin Ariadne," said
she. Child, child. can it be possible
that you are so blind as not to see what
is going on under your very eyes?
That girl IS winning your lover away"
Cora smiled incredulously.
''Oh, but that is quite impossible.
Duke loves me! He is engaged to
metz
''Men are false" said Miss DuoheSne
with energy. ''There never was one
yet proof against the wiles of a siren
like Ariadne Buckingham"
''Miss Duchesne, you must not talk
so, faltered Cora, with the color vary
inc on her cheek, and q startled look in
her eyes. ''Ariadne is my guest. Duke
is my engaged lover. i
Silently Miss Duchesne drew aside the
ruby velvet draperies of the window
and pointed to where Miss Leslie's own
carriage was drawn up opposite the
curbstOne. Ariadne Buckinham = q
tall, brilliant brunette-was just step
ping out. Marmaduke Chesterton, bow
inc low over her hand, pressed his lips
TO it as he assisted her to alight.
DO you see that?' said Miss Du-
chesne.
Cora burst into tears and hurried from
the room just rs Miss buckingham enter
ed from an opposite portal. all smiles,
followed by Mr.. Chesterton.
".Where is Cora?" said the brunette
airily. Il hope her headache is better.
We have had such 4 delightful morning
at the picture gallery, and we have
brought home. some exquisite cut flow
SfS 10 arrange Tor ulnnef. w mere are
they, Duke? Bring them in here.
am sure Cora will excuse us for invading
her boudoir."
But Miss DucheSne did not return the
fair Ariadne's smiles. She gathered up
her knitting, made some curt reply
about desiring to be alone, and stalked
out of the room.
'sCross old thingr" pouted Ariadne.
zone would almost imagine. Duke, that
you were her lover, and that she was
Jealous"
She laughed 4 shrill, sweet tinkle OF
sound. Marmaduke Chesterton laugh
ed also. All that Ariadne Bucking-
ham did or said was perfect in his
eyes.
Miss Buckingham father had lost
his all in unfortunate ventures, and
Ariadne had been brought up on an in
come of nothing per annum.
Everyone pitied poor Ariadne, who
nevertheless, was always exquisitely
dressed, went everywhere, and lived
Inetaphorically speaking, on the fat OF
the land.
She had written TO Cora Leslie, hel
mothers cousin that she would like to