The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1884-11-27


to the baronet's eyes. = Il: -. :
II thought of asking Captain Vivian
to dine with US on Friday" said Lady
Waverley, sweetly, toward the end Of
the evening. II want to be owl ia
him for Mabel's sake"
mabel! be hanged!" growled Sir
Guy, in pet. IF he puts his foot in
to my doorway 2?, y by CAD! I'll stop at
After !: this the . subject . was dropped.
The two lovers were as hopelessly
separated by an unfortunate mistake as
the palm tree and the pine of Heine's
verse: Finding that his presence was
not desired in Chesterfield Gardens,
Vivian made up his mind to leave Lon
don. Although he had been foolish
enough to angle for an invitation in his
calmer moments he was forced to &C.
knowledge that it was better refused
than given. The mere sight of Mabel'a
loneliness was enough to incite him to
any madness. and one word of kind.
ness might have tempted him to try il
the fire in his own breath could net
have melted the icy barrier between
them. And then the end must have
been sorrow, and might have been dis
honor.
Before starting for Paris it was nee
essary for him 10 pay visit to the
family solicitor, Mr.. Prendergast, in
Lincoln's Inn. Val Forester, who
happened to be with him at the club,
when he announced his intention, With
dreary yawn, said: "Take the brough.
ham. I only came out in it to-day
because of that horrid fog, and it will
be a charity to give the horse some ex-
erclse, 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
patient, was driven at a cautio us
pace to ,Lincoln's Inn. By curious
coincidence, Sir Guy Waverley happen
ed to have paid visit this very after
noon to his own lawyer, who lived in
the same house, though on different
floor, as MIR. Prendergast. His wife had
agreed to come and call for him, bu
when she saw nasty pea-soup fog OBJ
securing the view of her neighbours win
dow her courage failed her, and she will
hngly consented to let Mabel 60 instead.
The fog was denser than ever as she
sat patiently in the carriage at the door
of No. 80; but she was in no hurry. Ev-
cry object in life seemed to be taken
from her, and there was no use in hur-
rying when there was nothing to be
lost by delay. A letter from Charlie
Wentworth was in her pocket. The
poor fellow pleaded his suit in an honest,
manly manner; but his words brought
no flutter to her heart, no tears to hel
eyes. Lost in thought, she did moi
look up, as somebody came rapidly
down the steps, jumped into the broug
ham, and shut the door after him. As
he dropped on to the seat he almost
bounded out of it in dismay.
"Ten thousands pardons! Mabel
O God! It's not my fault! What are
you crying for?" He caught hold oil
her hands and held them tight. "You
don't care-you can't care"-his chest
heaved, his eyes fastened upon her, as
if he would devour her. "You hate me;
you hate me, you know you do, or you
would never have married him!"
married! What do you mean?" he1
heart beating fast, her cheeks white as
death.
"Of course, mean Sir Guy"
my cousins husband! What has
that to do with me?"
your cousin's! For Gods sake,
don't trife with me. He married you,
Mabel Lorraine they told me so at once.n
"He married Mary Annabella Lor-
aine, who sometimes goes by that
name. But you know herr" draw.
ing back. tFYou are laughing at me-
'EWhat fool I have been !" as the
scales dropped from his eyes. II
thought you were lady Waverley all the
while. Oh, my darling!" as he caught
her in his arms and pressed showers OF
kisses on her lips, lit 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.-Chesterfeld Gardens.
livery glad to see you, Captain WV
ian," said Lady Waverley, with mis-
chievous twinkle in her eye. "But
where is Sir Guy?" The two lovers
looked at each other in dismay. They
had quite forgotten him.-The White,
hall Review.