The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1884-10-25

An arfant put harmless cOQuette, she
was accustomed to hattery as the nat
ural sauce to conversation, but Capt.
Vivian, with the fair, frank face that
seemed to mean no harm, went further
than any other man on so brief an ac-
quaintance, except Sir Guy, and he had
meant to carry off the prize from the
beginning. A thrill of pleasurable ex-
element darted through her heart as
she listened to his musical voice sink
ing little above whisper; as she looked
into the earnest eyes which seemed to
express in their fervent glance all that
the audacious tongue left unsaid; as she
felt that she was flirting, really tiirt-
ing, but only for Mabels sake!
"4ou have never been to Chester
field Gardens to see your old friends ?"
and she threw laughing glance to-
ward that i'll used maiden, who knew
very well what was passing behind her
back.
AN old friendship after the interval
of years is apt to grow musty. l prefer
going in for the new"
"Very rude to my COUSIN with a
shrug of her white shoulders.
us not the fault yours if you make
any other answer impossible?"
mabel is the dearest woman under
the sum-" she replied with certain ir
revelancy.
Il agree with you," was the quiet
answer; "a capricious woman is dear at
any price"
You do her gross injustice. If you
don't believe me, ask Sir Guy"
A look of amusement shone from his
eyes. Hardly; you are told not to
trust your dearest friend about horse.
''How does that apply" raising her
eyebrows
Perfectly, A man is bound to tell
any amount of lies about his wife.
They are moving toward the supper
room-before any one claims you, let
me" standing up and offering his arm
IN the most empresse manner, because
Mabels eyes Glanced to be turned in
his direction.
Right under Sir Guys nose he led
his wife out of the room, bending over
her and king for a flower from her
bouquet before they were quite out of
sight. His last chance of being asked
to Chesterfield Gardens was ruined be-
fore he reached the bottom of the
staircase, even while he was priding
himself on his diplomacy and attempt
ing to throw his handful of foolish dust
into the baronets eyes.
Il thought of asking Capt. Vivian to
dine with us on Friday" said Lady Way
erley, sweetly, toward the end of the
evening. Il want to be civil to him
for MabePs sake"
Mabel be hangedw growled Sir Guy,
in pet. 'If ne puts his foot inside my
doorway, by CAD ! I'll stop at home to
kick him out"
After this the subject was dropped.
The two lovers were as hopelessly sepa-
rated by an unfortunate mistake as the
palm tree and the pine of Heine's verse.
Finding that his presence was not de-
sired IN Chesterfield Gardens, Vivian
made up his mind to leave London. Al
though he had been foolish enough to
angle for an invitation, in his calmer
moments Le was forced to acknowl-
edge that it was better refused than
given. The mere sight of Mabel's love
illness was enough to incite him to any
madness, and one word OF kindness
might have tempted him to try if the
fire IN his own breath could not have
melted the lev barrier between them.
And then the end must have been sor-
row, and might have been dishonor.
Before starting for Paris it was nee
essary for him to pay visit to the fami-
ly solicitor, Mr.. Prendergast, in Lin
coins Inn. Val Forester, who hap
pened to be with him at the club, when
he announced his intention, with a
dreary yawn, said Take the brougham.
| only came out in it to-day because of
this horrid fog, and it will be a charity
to give the horse some exercise, instead
of keeping it at the door,"
Seeing the wisdom of this suggestion.
Frank accepted, and, feeling rather like
an eminent physician on his way to a
patient, was driven III a cautious pace to
Linct ms Inn. BY a curious coinci-
denct Sir Guy Waverley happened to
have paid visit this very afternoon to
his own lawyer, who lived in the same
house, though on a different floor, )
Mr.. Prendergast. His wife had agreed
to come and call for him, but when she
saw nasty pea-soup fog obscuring the
view of her neighbor's window her cour-
age failed her, and she willingly con-
sented to let Mabel go instead
The fog was denser than ever as she
sat patiently in the carriage at the door
of No. 50; but she was in no hurry
Every object in life seemed taken from
her, and there was no use in hurryine
when there was nothing to be lost by
delay. A letter from Charlie Went
worth was IN her pocket. The poor fell
low pleaded his suit in an honest, man.
~ manner; but his words brought nc
fiutter to her heart, no tears to her eyes
Lost In thought, she did not look up, as
somebody came rapidly down the steps
jumped into the brougham, and shut
the door after him. AS he dropped on
to the seat, he almost bounded out of il
in his dismay.
Ten thousand pardons! Mabel O
God it's not my fault! What are you
crying for?" He caught hold of hel
hands and held them tight. "You DOM
care-you can't care"-his chest heaved
his eyes fastened upon her, as if he
"Oult ttcNcil iitI. LOU Hdbt HE. YOU
hate me, you know you do, or you never
would have married him"
Married What do you mean p hen
heart beating fast, her cheeks white as
| death
"Of course, mean Sir Guy"
MY cousins husband What has
| that TO do with me?"
Your cousins husband For Gods
sake, don't trifle with me. He married
you Mabel Lorraine; they told me so al
once"
Hemarried Mary Annabella Lorraine
who sometimes goes by that name. But
you know her" drawing back, you are
laughing at me-"
What fool | have been |" as the
scales dropped from his eyes. 81 thought
you were Lady Waverley ali the while.
Oh, my darlingl' as he caught her in
his arms and pressed a shower of kisses
on her lips, sit seems almost too good
to be true"
The coachman, meanwhile, imagining
his master was IN the carriage, pursued
his way westward till he drew up at the
door of No. Chesterfield Gardens.