The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-03-12

4 0GAAD OAQ ~ 49, W. 80 htA& ~ AtttA 49,
unable to nee either gentlemen that
night. Night after night they veceiy-
ed the same answer. 1.-The s%igIorinib
was very sorry, but she was too rnHch
~fatigued," etc.
For three weeks Guy Travers was
the hrst to enter the opera house and
the last to leave it ea<h night; and ar
though his friends often chaffed him
about being hard hit, and remarked
his worn, haggard FACE, he was not the
man to give up while there was the
faintest shadow of chanceto win. On
Viola de Lanza he had saaked his oil,
even though it was reported that she
was betrothed of Sir MaslriesC Conway,
a wealthy English barozet.
At last fortune favored hifme At a
grand dinner party he met keh, and
was supremacy happy. She SAID she
was delighted tCSmeet him, as she had
seen him so often at the opera boa Sc,
but, of course, sheedid not know Oh at
he was 1.-THE Mr.. Travers whom d r.
Mordaunt wished represent" andisA'e
was SO sweet and gracious taathe s1a
more infatuated than ever.
The day she had sC3onged for iftRA
come at last. For zHore than fiv6s
years she had waited, and now shes
would pay him back inEhis OWES conn.
She invited him to call ON her when
ever she had nothing else to do andt
sbs would always make hMn wei s0nle.
After this he was always near her
he walked with her, drovs with her..
and for three months he was her des~
voted slave. During this time he Of
ten saw Sir Maurice, but as Viola did
not seem to notice him much, he did
not consider him a rival.
One evening he told her DOW dear
she was to him; how he wCgshipped
her, and how. if it would serve her, he
would gladly lay down his life for her
dear sake.
He took the dimpled hand and
smothe2ed it with kisses; then be an
swered:
"Violay my darling, until / saw you
! never met a M for whom / ear
ed one iota."
''And when wasthat?D she question-
ed. tWhe:A did you see me first-re-
member, ROW, the very first timer"
1.-THE night YOU appeared in TraVi
ata,'" hereplied-
s.And you never loved any one be-
fore that? Eean scarcely believe you
she said, lsughingly.
s1viola, darling, You have told me
nothing of your Eife, and you know /
arm SO eager to k11Ow everything about
Won, my qaeen."
any early life would be scarcely in
.teresting to- you, Guy, as it was q very
in pg1blic enls with this month. And
&C.,. ~ aIl I~alaxA.1 kHx 81 kNl1 .xan M
nothing OF yours. Come, Guy, | am
your confessgF tonight Is there moth
ing i'm the past that o regret?"
Confession is good for the soul,'
he. quoth gayly. mo, my dearest,
there Is nothing / regret or repent of
excepting that / did not meet Violade
Laaqza years ago.
He had utterly forgotten Glenmore
then. IL he had only remembered
that she night have had some pity,s
but now
'4Guy, you are surevou love me--noe
other woman In the world but me9p
No other, so help me heavenl" he
answered, sOlemnIy. viola, when
will you be my wife?'
II viii give you my answer to-mors
Row; | will write"
Then, as he could not induce her to 5
say any more on the subject, he took
his departure.
Tomorrow! tomorrow would III
never come? He paced his room all
the night through, and counted the
hours which must elapse before he
could receive the promised letter.
AT last it came. He snatchedrlit
passionately, kissing the subscription
over and over again; then he opened
it and out fell the old letter he had
sent to the s'nice little girl at Glen
more" 1t bore across the bottom,
In her hand writing, these words;
/ have bided my time. AS / suffered then
you must suffer now. This is the end.
MADGE HRETHc0sE,
otherwise VIOLA Az LAMA.
This was all; no, nor all, foe at his
feet lay Two cards-wedding cards.
bearing the names Of Sir Maurice Con
way and Miss Madge Heathcote. This
was her reyenge.-San Francisco Call,