The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1888-01-06


don. Although he had been foolish
enough to angle for on invitation in bis
calrner moments he was forced to ac-
knowledge that il wax better refused
than given. The mere sight o. Mabels
loveifness was enough to ineite him to
any madness, and M word Of Kind
ness might have tempted him I'd try if
the fra in his own breath could not
h@se meted the 10y barrier between
them. And then the end must have
been sorrow. and might have been dis
honor.
Before starting for Paris ii was nec-
essary for him to pay q visit to the
family solicitor, Mr.. P~rendergast, In
Lincoln's Inn. Val FORESTER, who
happened to be with him st the club,
when he announced his intention, with
a dreary yswn, said: "Take the brough-
ham. / only came out in 1t to-day
because Of that horrid fog, and it viii
10 q 5iIsTftJ 20 EfTs SiIo a0T5e s0nl5 ga
e~rcise, instead of keeping it st 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 at q cautio MS
pace to Lincoln's Inn. BY a curious
coincidence, Sir Guy Waverley happen
ed to havs paid a visit this very after
noon to his own lawyer, who lived in
the same house, though IN 8 different
floor, as Mr.. Prendergast. His wife had
agreed to come and call fer him, bu
when she saw q nasty pea-soup fog OBJ
securing the view Of her neighbor's win
dow her courage failed her, and she Will
lingly consentedto let Mabel 90 instead.
The fog was denser than ever as she
sat patiently In the carriage at the door
of No. SO; but she was in no hurry. Ev-
cry object in life seemed to be taken
from her, and thsre was no use in hur-
rying when there was nothing to be
lost by delay. Al letter from Charlie
Wentworth was in her pocket. The
poor fellow pleadedhis suit ia an honest,
manly Manner but his words brought
no fntter to her heart, no tears to her
eyes. Lost in thought, she did not
look up, as somebody came rapidly
down Che steps, jumped into the broug-
ham, and shut the door after him. AS
he dropped on to the seat he almost
bounded ont Of it in dismay.
"Ten thousands pardonsl Mabel
o Godl its not my fault Whist are
you crying for ~ He caught hold Of
her hands and held them tight. "You
don't care-you can't care"-his chest
heaved, his eyes fastened npon her, as
if he would devour her. "You hate me;
you hate me, you know you do, or you
would never have married himl"
MARRIED. What do you mean?p her
heart beating FAST, her checks white as
death.
@Of course, I mean Sir Guy.
"My cousins husband What has
that to do with me?"
@Your cousin,sl For Gods sake,
don't trife with me. He married yon,
MaheI ,e4ainA athayAeid me SO atones-n
"He married Mary AnnabelIa Lor-
aine, who sometimes goes by that
name. But you know her?" draw
ing back. You are laughing at me"
What a fool I have been" as the
scales dropped nom MS eyes. Z
thought you were lady Wayerley all the
while. Oh, my darlingm as he caught
her in his arms and pressed a showers Of
kisses on her lips, st seemealmost too
good to be true"
The coachman meanwhile: imagining
his master was in the carriage, pursued
his way westward till he drew up at tho
door OF No.-Chesterield Gardens,
VERY glad to see you, Captain WV
IAN said Lady Waverley, with q 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
ball Review.