Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1896-10-01

prison cell as by your own dear sidel'
That was all They did not embrace
She gave him her hand to kiss, as hi
seemed very much to want it. People
appeared to have q mania for kissing
her hand, it was so very small anC
shapely.
"There, that will do" exclaimed
Beatrice suddenly. Never mind that
flower. "
"But Lord Daddenham specially asked
me, miss, to bring it up for the pur.
pose," protested the astonished Payn.
"Oh, we'll, 1 don't care.
"You never looked more lovely in all
your life, miss, I'm positive" mur.
INJURED Payn, as her mistress moved to
the door.
"Reallyr
The perfume of Turkish tobacco floats
to her nostrils the moment she is out
side. She quivers with strange discon.
tent
Il do wish people wouldn't smoke
here before 1 have breakfast" she re-
marks
"But, miss
"Oh, hold your tongue, Paynl 1t
doesn't matter much what they do, aft
er all
Viscount Daddenham is the diplo-
matist Of old times. He pitches his Gig
arettes into the fire, but does not rise
He prefers to contemplate Beatrice as if
she were an old master or O modern land
scape, merely remarking:
"Well, how are we this morning?"
"We are, says Beatrice, perfectly
well, thank you.
Viscount Daddenham laughs. There
are times when he rather likes Miss
Mayleigh's humors. Beatrice Williams
is Miss Mayleigh. She has been that
ever since her husbands sentence as an
embezzler Viscount Daddenham per-
suaded her. He said she had to choose
between happiness Of kind in that
way or the most positive misery con-
ceivable, as an unprotected woman of
the world, at the hard mercy of her
old acquaintapoea 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 composure of
manner. "My sweet sedative, was one
of the silly pet phrases with which he
once christened her. Today, however,
something troubled Beatrice continu-
ously. She did not give the viscount
anything like half her attention. More
than once he actually frowned-only to
smile indiferently the next moment
Do what she would she could not get
little Paul out of her head. While she
trifled with the toast she saw him pick
ing oakum. or some equally nasty stuff.
She supposed they did that sort Of thing
at Portland. She had never taken the
trouble to acquire any exact information
about the routine occupation of a man
like her husband in a place like Port
land.
'Bee." said the viscount, "what the
DEVILS the matter with you7'
with mel What should there be2"
That smile is put on, my friend 1t
doesn't deceive mel"
did l smile2 I'm sorry, for if so
must have been deceiving myself. I
don't feel exceptionally jocose.
The viscount unooils his long, slender
legs, and, standing erect, shrugs his
shoulders.
"Well." he says, II won't pretend
to understand you. I should be glad if
you'd drive me to Paddington to meet
the 2:53."
"very well. Touch the bell. will
you? The brougham is yours ="
WAS you mean. 4"
"Ah, thank You, to be sure; you gave
it to me. But you'll have some lunch
firstP"
The viscount goes toward Beatrice.
puts his hands on her shoulders and
looks her steadily in the eyes. She
meets his gaze as steadily.
Bee" he says 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. I will lunch," says the
viscount
He rings the bell. During lunch and
afterward he puts aside his easy manner
and becomes grave. It has occurred to
him that he never loved this beautiful
woman more than now. He half hints
as much. She makes him a grand oour-
tesy,
And so In due time the carriage Is
ready and Beatrice, looking magnificent
in her furs, leads the way.
Yet all the time--she cannot think
why--little baldheaded Paul and his
devoted face keep recurring to her. The
viscount mods to several acquaintance.
She takes no notice of any one. That
has been her pleasant role for fouy years
past.
Thus they reach the station.
We're late, by Jove" exclaims the
viscount.
He springs out Of the carriage to In
terrogate 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, sillyl" she hears por-
ter exclaim as he elbows an old man
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