Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1896-09-17

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scene) and departs.
Ruin, red and miserable. The visits
of interested but unsympathetic friends
(women) eager 10 pick up Information.
They all hurl back words at poor little
n. lie Mari; Beatrice, with her lace
/ handkerchief TO her eye and cruel rage
! in her heart acquiesces. The visits or
interested and interesting young men,
who are quite cheerful, and persuade
her a. length that she, too, under the
circumstances, may, if she Will, also be
cheerful at might be a deal worse,
dcuccd zeal verse, says one Of them;
and he presses her hand tenderly and
! kisses 1t later, perhaps less reverently
The parting. Good heavens what
ignominy! The wife Of convict! The
! little bald headed man, however, does
not look very wicked. There are tears
in his eyes. Dearest he whispers,
81 will not ask you to forgive me.
did IL. as / thought, for the bc9t-but
my brain must have been turned. /
wr'Ongcd you when ] married you, ana
now you must forget me. II ! write TO
Won you need not answer, ! can Wor-
ship you at a distance, and pray for
you as well in my prison cell as by
YOUR own dear sidc!" That was all.
They did not embrace. She gave INN
her hand to KISS as he seemed very
must to want It, People appeared to
have a mania for kissing her hand, 1t
email nd uhunply
J There, that will do, exclaimed Bea-
trice, suddenly. Never mind that
| flower"
But Lord Dadenham specially asked
me, miss, 10 bring it up for the p'lr-
nose" protested the astonlshcd Payn
on, well, don't care"
"You never looked more lovely in all
your life, miss, I'm positive muir
INJURED payn, as her mistress moved to
the door
"Reallyr'
The perfume of Turkish tobacco
floats TO her nostrlIs the moment she II
outside. She quiVcrs with strange dis
content
Il do wish people wouldn't smoke
hero before | have breakIaslcd,' she
remarks.
"Oh, hold your tongue, Payn' IT
doesn't matter much what they 90,
after all.
Viscount Dadcnham Is the diplom al
Ist Of old times lie pitches his rigat
cites into the fire, but does not RS"
He prefers TO contemplate Beatrice, II"
if she were an "oId master or mod
ern landscape, merely rcmarklnG;
Well how are we this morning?
I'VE are" says beatrice, ''perit city
we'll, thank you.
Viacount Dadonham laughs There
arc times when he rather likes Miss
Maylcigh's humors. Beatrice Williams
is Miss Mayloigh. Sine has been that
over sincu her husbands sentence as an
cmbezzlcr. Vi8rOuht DIdenham per
suadcd her. lie Haid she had to choose
between happiness Of a kind in that
way or the most positive misery con
Ccivable az IN unprotected woman OF
the world, ut the Lard mercy OF her old
acquaintance. She had, therefore,
chosen.
These two brealfastod together. The
Niscount is exceedingly cool. TO tell
the truth. he knows Beatrice rather too
well now. Anu ct she still exercises
great fascination over him. He used
to tell her that there was no woman in
London to- compare with her, not only
for beauty. but also Tor her composuro
of manner. My sweet scdative," was
one of the silly pet phrases with which
he once chrstcned her.
Today, however something troubles
Beatrice continuously. She did not
give the viscount anything like half
her attention. More than once nc &C
tually irownod only to smile indiIlcr-
entity the next moment.
DO what she would sue could not got
little Paul ont Of her head, While she
trillod with the toast she saw him
picking onkum, or some equally nasty
stuff, She supposed that they did that
sort Of thing at Portland. She had
never taken the trouble to acquire any
exact Information about the routine oc-
CuRation of n man like her husband in
II place like Portland.
"l}eo, said the viscount, what the
devils the matter with YOU"
with me! What should there be"
THAT smile Ia put on, my friend. 1t
don't deceive mev
"Did smile? | am SO sorry. for II
40 must have been deceivinE myself
| don't feel exceptionally jocose."
Tho yiscount uncoils his long, sien-
der legs and, standing erect, shrugs his
shoulders
/ We'll" he says II won't pretend to
understand YOU. | should be glad II
you'd drive me to paddington to meet
the 2;63"
Very well. Touch the bell, will
You? Tho hpugham Is yours"
i WAS. You mean"
! "Ah. thank you, to I've sure; you gave
II to me. But you'll have some lunco
first?"
Tho viscount goes toward beatrice