Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1896-07-15

There, that VIII do" exclaimed Be
atrice, suddenly. Never mind that flow
Ell"
''But Lord Daddenham specially asked
me, miss, to bring it up for the purpose"
protested the astOnished Payn.
"Oh, well, don't care"
"You never looked more lovely in all
your life, miss, I'm positive murmured
Payn, as her mistress me- fed to the
door.
Really,
The perfume of Turkish tobacco floats
to her nostrils the moment she is outside
She quivers with strange discomfort
4 do wish people wouldn't smoke here
before l have breakfast she remarks.
but, miss
doesn't matter much what they do, after
ALL
Viscount Daddenham is the diplomatist
of old times. He pitches his cigarettes
into the fire, but does not rise. He pre-
fers to contemplate Beatrice as if she
were an old Master" or a modern land
Scape, merely remarking:
Well how are we this morning?'
I'VE. are says Beatrice, perfectly
well, thank you
Viscount Daddenham laughs. There
are times when he rather likes Miss May
leigh's humors. Beatrice Williams is
Miss Mayleigh She has been that ever
IL
bezzler. Eiscount Daddenham persuad-
ed her. He said she had to choose be-
tween happiness of kind in that way
or the most positive misery conceivable,
as an unprotected woman Of the world.
at the hard mercy of her old acquaint-
ances. She had, therefore, chosen.
These two breakfast together The
viscount is exceedingly cool. To tell
the; truth, he knows Beatrice rather too
well now. And yet 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 her beauty, but also for her com,
posure of manner. My sweet sedative,"
was one Of the silly pet phrases with
which he once christened her. Today,
however, something troubled Beatrice
continuously. She did not give the Wis
count anything like half her attention.
More than once he actually froWned-
only to smile lndifferently the next mo-
ment.
DO what she would, she could not get
little Paul out of her head. While she
trlHed with the toast she saw him picking
oakum, or some equally nasty stuff. She
supposed they did that sort of thing at
Portland. She had never taken the trou-
Die TO acquire any exact information
about the routine occupation of man
like her husband in a place like Port
land.
Bee" said the yiscount, "what the
devils the matter with your
With me. What should there be-"
That smile is put on, my friend. 1t
don't deceive me-"
Did | smile? I'm sorry, for if so l
must have been deceiving myself. |
don't feel exceptionally jocose.
The ViScOunt uncOils his long, slender
legs, and. standing erect, shrugs his
shoulders.
well" he says, 81 won't pretend to
understand you. | should be glad if
5 S:55.! drive me to Paddinst0n TO meet the
Very well. Touch the bell, will you?
The brougham is yours
WAS, you mean"
"Ah, thank you, to be sure; you gave it
to me. But you'll have some lunch
frstT
The viscount goes toward Beatrice
puts his hand on her shoulders and looks
her steadily in the eyes. She meets his
81 Bee" 9i he salsd, at length. you're up
to some deviltry."
"Im sure / don't know she replies.
'If so it would be sickeningly monot-
onous, but hardly surprising"
Thanks, l will lunch" says the Wis
count.
He rings the bell. During lunch and
afterWard he puts aside his easy man
ner and becomes grave. 1t has occurred
TO him that ne never loved this beautiful
WON. more than now He half hints
as much-she makes him a grand cour-
teSy.
And so in due time the carriage is
ready and Beatrice. looking magnificent
III her furs, leads the way
ct all the time-She cannot think why
little bald-headed Paul and his devoted
face keeps recurring to her. The Wis
count mods to several acquaintance.
She takes no notice of anyone That
has been her pleasant role for four years
past.
Thus they reached the station.
Were late, by Joyew eXclaims the
viscount.
He springs out of the carriage to inter
rogate the guard. People stream by
Some with bundles, some with babies,
some with wives and husbands and some
forlornly alone. Beatrice watches the
throng.
''Now, then, silly!' she hears a porter
eXclaim, as he elbows an old man out
of his way. She turns. The old mans
hat has been knocked off. He has picked
it up and is replacing it upon his head
Ga bald One) when he glances her way.
The next moment Beatrice's heart goes
thump, thump, thump, and she is strug-
Cling with the door. ''Paul!' she cries.
The old man stumbles toward her with
open arms and an expression of childlike
happiness on his face.
My darling" he sobs, as he clasps
her hand with both of his $50 you have
really come to meet me-
Yes she whispers back, with her
crimsOned face on his shoulder. 81 have
come to meet YOU
1t is the work of a minute to help
the old man into the carriage. and then
she gives the word "Homer' to the
coachman.
Ten minutes afterward the Viscount
Daddenham. having looked here and
there in vain, also utters a single word
by means of which unregenerate man
signifies extreme disgust, annoyance or
disappointment, all combined.-St. !
Paul's.
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