Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-05-22

low your COuSlii, -hisS ~ A<s
TRANCE, looks tonight" said Ms. Ruth
ven, as soon as she took breath, wheI
they paused after the first two or thre'
turns "Why has she such a fancy TO
that cold, hard, gigantic Mr.. Winton!
"A fancy for Winton!' said MarsdeI
turning sharply to look at Nora, who wni
standing nearly opposite. her arm through
her partners, but her head half turned
and raised in pretty attitude to speai
TO Winton, who stood behind. There wat
an indescribable expression of pleasure
and liking in her pose, which somewhat
Justified Mrs. Ruthven's remark. On
no." continued Marsden, ''she has better
taste than to care for such piece oi
petrifaction! Besides. he is an old ham'
of the step-mother's, and is, l fancy, pay
ing court in that quarter. No matter
these refrigerated machines are not in oul
line; you and l are children of the sun
though chance has made us English. Ar
you rested? Let US have another turn.
When next they stopped Marsden ben
over her and said, with an air of tende'
interest:
81 am afraid you are fatigued, 20,
tremble! Come. there is charming re
treat at the end of the conservatory.
where you can rest and be quiet; you loo1
pale The waltz will not be over just yet
and can bring you an ice there. Draw
Ing her hand through his arm, MarsdeI
led her out into the cool conservatory.
Mrs. Ruthven was unusually disturb
ed. Her prominent thought was: HE hal
made this opportunity to propose for me
Tomorrow | shall be the mistress OF
Evesleigh Manor" so, leaning slightly
toward her host, as if needing his sup
port, she willingly accepted his guidance
The dance finished. Nora, escorted by
her partner, an officer of the regimen,
Guartered at Oldbridge. mingled with the
stream Of guests thronging to the buffet,
and while talking together over their icet
and lemon squash with Mrs. l. EstrnnSe
and Winton, she noticed Marsden break
ing away from a prosy master of fo1
hounds. who had buttonholed him.
81 really cannot stay" he said, loudly
and impatiently. 81 want 10 take an ic'
to Mrs. Ruthven, who is feeling faint"
He went on to the buffet, and spoke t
one of the walters.
mo, | will take it myself" he replied
to something the man said.
Nora thought he looked really an1iou
and disturbed.
'Is Mrs. Ruthven feeling urwell?" sh'
asked. as Marsden passed.
He shook his head, with smiling glanc,
toward the bore from whom he had jusi
escaped, as if to intimate it was an eX.
cuse for leaving his guest, and went or
quickly into the next room.
Winton looked after him.
"The rooms are not hot enough fo
fainting," he said. "You have not see-
the tent yet, Mrs. L'Estrange; coE:e sSS
inspect it"
He offered her his arm. Nora and Lore
Alfred Harcourt following. AS soon nj
they entered the morning room they saw
a group of men around the door leading
into the conservatory.
Next to it stood Marsden, a look of puz
Lled surprise on his face.
The lock must have shut of ITSELF
Captain Lethbridge was saying, as Mrs.
LEstrange and Winton drew near. "I'
Is unaccountable."
What is the mutter?" asked the lat
ter.
The door is mysteriously locked, though
passed through it only now," said Mars
den, shaking it violently.
at looks as if the fair widow did no,
want you back cried Lord Alfred with
4 foolish laugh.
Marsden gave him an angry look.
''See if the key is in the door,
'Break it open"
Cut out g pane" were some Of the sug
GestiOns RAPIDLY offered.
''Is there not some other way into the
conservatory" asked Winton.
Yes of course; through the east corri
ior," cried Marsden. He rushed away
In another moment they saw him pass
the door and disappear, only to return
E.Ore rapidly. and burst into the room,
exclaiming: Where is Lady Dorrinston1
Mrs. LEstrange. come. for Gods sakel
The key is gone and Mrs. Ruthven 10 ly.
Ing insensible! Call her maid. Look for
Lady Darlington" he cried to the ser
wants who were about. Bring some
water. Come. Mrs. L'Estrange," and
In evident agitation he led the way,
through a part of the house not thrown
o,cn to the general company. through tn
conservatory to the tent
WintOn, Nora and one or two of the
others followed to see if they could be Of
any use.
Mrs. Ruthven lay apparently Iifeless
stretched on the divan, one arm hangina |
down inertly, her deadly pallor contrast
Ing with her splendid dress and gay sur
roundings
rs she dead? Oh, is she dead?" whis
pcred Nora, in awe and terror.
No, no. returned Mrs. L'Estrenpe
taking the hand which hung so helplessly
Nshe is not cold-she breathes-giye me
your fan-she must have air-do not F,
some too close-send for DR.. Weldon; ]
saw him just now."
II will go for him." said Winton, "but
look, Marsden. her Jewels are gone"
what can have happened?" 2" cried Mars
Zen. Has she been robbed? Good God
and perhaps injured? Call Weldon"
Turning toward the door. he met Lady
Dorrington coming in. and with her the
shief doctor of Oldbridge. one Of the
quests.
We'll, well. what's the matter? Hot
poms; too much dancingY exclaimed DR..
Weldon. short, stout, authoritative man.
Pooh, pooh, don't look frightened" to
Nora, ms he took Mrs. LEstrange's place.
That's right: all she wants is air." he
laid his hand on her side. Heart beats;
IT'S just swoon; keep tanning, please
can you get her clothes loosened ?-all
fasten at the back k?-um-irrational! You
bad better get out. gentlemen. Are You
her maid?" to a smart little FreuchwOm-
IN. who came in followed by the butler
carrying a carafe os vater and a goblet
"Oh, mon Dieu! never saw madam
bad BEFORE" cried the maid.
Then is she subject to these attacksT 7
"fes. sare-a leetle-not often.'
Try and loosen her dress. Here, give
me the water! Stand back. Mr.. Mars
den."
Il cannot leave till 1 see her revive
cried Marsden. 'There is something mys
terious in this seizure. She may be hurt
As her host, feel responsible for her"
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