The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1888-09-28

ofyears is apt to grow musty. Iprefcr
going in for the new"
Every rude to my cousin," with
shrug of her white shoulders.
"Is not tho fault yours if you make
my other answer impossible?"
"Mabel is the dearest woman under
the sun, - she replied, with sudden ir-
relevancy.
II agreo with you," was tho quiet
"You do her gross injustice. If yo,,
don't believe me, ask Sir Guy"
A look of amusement shown from
his eyes. Hardly, you aro told not TO
trust your dearest friend about horse. I"
How docs that apply?" raising Eer
eyebrows.
Perfectly. A man is bound to tell any
amount of lies about his wife, They
arc moving toward tho supper room
before any one else claims you, let me, ("
standing up and offering lis arm in tllo
most cmpresse manner, because Mabcls
eyes Glanced to be turned in his direc.
tion.
Right under Sir Guys nose l,o led
his wife out Of the room, bending over
her and asking for flower from her
bouquet bcfore they wore quite out of
sight. His last chance of being asked
to Chesterfield Gardens WAS ruined lo-
fore he reached tho bottom of the stair
case, even while hc was priding him
self on his diplomacy and attempting
to throw his handful of foolish dust in-
to the baronct's eyes.
II thought of asking Captain Vivian
to dine with us on Friday" said Lady
Waverley, swcctly, toward the end Of
the evening. II want to be civil to
him for Mabel's sake"
"Afabcl! he llangul!" growlcl Sir
Guy, in a pet. "If lie puts his foot in
to my doorway, by gad! I'll stop at
home to kick him out"
After this the subject was dropped.
The two lovers wcro us hopclessly
separated by an unfortunate mistake ms
the palm tree and the pine of Holmes
verse. Finding that his presence was
not desired in Chesterfield Gardens,
Vivian made up his mind to leave Lon
don. Although he hal been foolish
enough to anglo for an invitation in his
calmcr moments lle was forced to nc.
knowledge that it was better refused
than given. The mere sight of Mabcl's
loveliness was enough to incite him to
any madness. and ono word of kind
ness might have tempted him to try if
the fire in his own breath could not
have melted tho icy barrier brtwccn
them. And then the end must have
been sorrow, and might llave been dis
honor
Before starting for Paris it was nee
cssary for him to pay visit to the
family solicitor, Mr.. Prendergast, in
Lincoln's Inn. Val Forester, who
happened to bc with him Mt the club,
when lie announced Ills intention, with
a drcary yawn, said: "Takc the brough-
ham. 1 only came out in it to-day
because of that l,orrid fog, and it will
be charity to give the horse some ex-
crclse, instead of keeping it Mt the door"
Seeing the wisdom of this suggestion,
Frank accepted, and, feeling rather
like an eminent physician on his way to
patient, was driven nt o cautio MS
pace to Lincoln's Inn. BY curious
coincidence, Sir Guy Waverley happen
cd to have paid visit this very after
noon to his own lawyer, who lived in
tho same house, though on different
floor, us Mr.. Prendcrgast. His wife had
agreed to come and call for him, In
when she saw n nasty pea soup fog OBJ
scuring tho view of her ncighbor's VIM
dow her courage failc,l her, and she will
lingly consented to let Mabel go instead.
The fog was denscr than ever as she
sat patiently in tho carriage at the door
of No. 33; 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 bo
lost by delay. A letter from Charlie
Wentworth was in her pocket. The
poor fellow pleaded his suit in an honest,
manly manner; bnt his words brought
no ilutter to her heart, no tears to her
eyes. Lost in thought, she did not
look up, rs 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.
"ren thousands par,lons! Mabel!
O God! It's not my fault! What are
you crying for?" He caught hold of
her hands and held them tight. "You
don't carc-you can't carc"-his chest
llcaved, his eyes fastened upon her, as
If lie would levour her. "You hate me;
you hate me, you know you do, or you
would never have married lim!"
married! What do you mean 2" her
heart beating fast, her cheeks white US
death.
"Of course, I mean Sir Guy"
"My cousins husband! What has
that to do with me?"
"Your co,,sin's! For Gods sake,
don't triiie with me. He married you,
Mabel Lorraine they told me so at once"
"Hc married 2Iary Annabella Lor-
aino, who sometimes goes hy that
name. But you know her?" draw
ing back. "You arc laughing at me-"
''What fool I have been!" us the
scales dropped from his eyes. II
thought you were lady Wavcrley all the
NhHS. oHs NY u'etIiHS: uS lie CauRlG
her in his arms and pressed u showers Of
kisses on her lips, sit seems almost too
good to be true"
Tho coachman meanwhile imagining
his master was in the carriage, pursued
his way westward till lie drew up ut the
door of No.-Chcsterfield Gardens.
Every glad to see you. Captain WV
ian," said Lady Wavcrley, with mis-
chievous twinkle in her eye. "But
where il Sir Guy?" The two lovers
looked at each other in dismay. They
had quito forgotten llim.-The White
hall Review.
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