Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1891-07-16

''Well, am" says Monica; land so you
shall have every waltz on the programme,
With this she lets him take her III his
arms again, and float away with her to the
strains of the waltz then playing, and far
away from Desmonds jealous ears.
well, had no idea it was in her" says
Mrs. BOhun, in breathless sort of manner,
when Monica has quite vanished. "All that
was meant for you, You know; and how
1UelL she did itI'
"But aohy should it be meant for me?
What have | done that she should so i'll use
me?' says Desmond, also breathless. And
you speak of her as if you admired her and
she ought to be praised for her conduct,
when you have just heard from my own lips
how devotedly | am attached to herr'
Il cannot help admiring genius when Isee
it, says Olga, with gay laugh. ''She
made up her mind-naughty little ing!-
to make you miserable minute ago, and
she succeeded. What can compare with
success. But in very truth, Brian tapping
his arm Familiarity with her fan Gan action
Monica notes from the other side of the
ROOM, 81 would see you victor too, and in
this cause. She is as worthy of you as you
of her, and fig for ones cousins and sisters
and aunts when Cupid leads the way'
She has thrown up her head, and is look
ing full of spirit, when young ROnayne, ap-
preaching her, says, smiling
''This is our dance, think, Mrs. Bohun?'
us ii? So far so gO0dI' She turns again
to Brian: Faint heart never won fair
lady" she says, warningly.
Il cannot accuse myself of any feebleness
of that Sort" says Desmond, gloomily. ''As
you see, it all rests with her."
''Perhaps she isafraid of the family feud,"
saws OLGA. laughing. Zone hears such lot
about this BIake-DesmOud affair that I feel
could take the gold medal if examined
about it. There what nonsense! Go and
speak to her, and defy those dear old ladies
at Moyne."
''You were talking about that pretty Miss
Beresford?' says Ronayne, as Brian moves
away.
Yes. But, SIR archly, show dare you
see beauty in any woman when am by?''
ooh that [ could see you really jealous,
and of me" returns ne, half sadly, looking
at her with longing eyes. eff L thought [
could make your heart ache for even one
short minute. | should be the happcst man
alive.
Boy you mean! Oh, traitor! And would
you have me mis-, rabIe for your own gratifi-
cation?
1T Wond be for yours later on. For that
ever"
And unless am wretched for that one
moment, | cannot gain my slave?'
you know the answer to that only too
WE'LL returns he, with so much fervor that
she refuses to continue the discussion.
'Talking of jealousy" she says, lightly.
with a SidG-glance at him, cit is the dream
Of my life to make RossmOyne jealous,-to
reduce him to absolute submission. He is
so cold, so precise, so English, that it would
be quite a triumph to drag him at ones
chariOt-WheelS. Shall | be able to do it?''
She turns up her charming face to his, as
though in question. She is looking her very
sweetest, and is tenderly aware of the fact;
| and, indeed, so is he.
Il suppose SO" he says, in answer to her,
but slowly and reprOachfully.
But must have help" says olga Some
one must help me. You?-is it nOt?'
''I" with strong emphasis. what should
! have to do with it?"
Not much, yet count upon you. Why,
who do you think | am going to make him
| jealous about? Eh?'
''HOw should know?"
Glow shouldn't you? Why, it is of you,-
yOUF with quite delicious little laugh.
80 you will have to dance round after me
all day for the future until your mission is
fulfilled, and try to look as if you really
loved me-"
You have mistaken your man," says Ro-
nayne, quietly; ''you must getsom one else
| to help yOu in this matter. 1t is not for me,
even if l did not love you; l should scorn so
| low task"
''Love is an idle word" she says, her eyes
| flashing.
1T may be-to some. But 1 tell you that
M ic nf 1IIaf hot 0arO
! be flung hither and thither at any ones
| pleasure,-no, not even at the pleasure of
the woman he adOres. You will seek some
more complaisant lover to be your dupe on
| this occasion. decline the office.'
you forget how you speak, STRIP she
says, proudly; yet even as she gives way
| to this angry speech CLEAN of deepest adj
miration so lights her eyes that she is Oblig-
ed to let her lids fall over them to cover the
| tell-tales beneath; her breath comes and
! goes quickly
Something like relief comes to her when
Lord Rossmoyne, stretching his long neck
round the curtain that half shields the cush-
| toned recess of the window where they are
! sitting, says, with considerable animation,
| for him.
"Ah! so I have found you, Mrs. Bohun.'
''You have, indeed, and in good time. I
am pining in prison, but you have come to
deliver me-"
IF may"
''Such dreary little spot, is it not? I
don't know what could have induced me to
enter it,
"Ronayne, possibly" says Rossmoyne,
with an unpleasant smile.
'Oh, dear, nor cOntemptuously; 81 came
! here of my own free will. We all do foolish
things at times. have not danced this last
because Mr.. ROnayne prefers pleasant con-
verse. l don't. I thought you would never
| come to seek me- What were you doing?"
| Hunting for you, and thinking every
minute an hour. These crtains"-touch-
| ing them "were jealous of you, believe,
and sought to hide you"
well, don't be so long next time" she
| says, looking up at him with smile that a
| little more pressure would make tender, and
! laying her hand on his arm.
She moves away. ROnayne, drawing his
| breath somewhat savagely, sits down on the
| sill of the window and gazeS blankly into
| the barrack-yard below. He has still her
! programme in his hand, and is crumpIing it
unconScionably, hardly knowing what he
does. But if disturbed in mind, it is always
such a comfort to smash something. be it a
! paitry piece OF paStebOaTd or ones most IL
! innate friend
She had forgotten her card, probably, ana
now it is almost useless. Ronayne'S heart
| is full Of bitterness, and he tries to swear te
! himself that for the future he will cleanse
his heart Of this coquette. who cares no more
for him--nay, far less-than size does tol
her little toy terrier. Yet, even as these
stern resolves seek yain}y TO root tAela-
| selves in his breast, MS eyes turn a-aiN t.
! the room beyond, and make search for the
siren who is his undoing. She is still, o.
course With Rossmoyne and Is al smilet