Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1896-12-11

angela We're seated in her ladyshiD's cOzy
d~ressing-room, discussing the events of
the day. They had donned their dressing
gowns, and their hair was flowing loosely
over their shoulders.
"1ou have beautiful hair, Angel" she
said. caressingly. 81 admire its natural
ripple very much; no art could initiate it"
Il saw n girl this afternoon with hair
just like mine," angela remarked.
Did you!" questioned Lady Rooden.
Angcla's face frightened suddenly.
Mamma" she cried, you often say
that l do not see much of what passes
around me, but / did take notes this after
noon. The lady whose hair resembles
mine is named Gladys Rane. She is Il
perfect brunette, surprisingly beautiful,
and l found out something about her"
Ibid You, Angelo" asked Lady Rooden,
With Il careless smile. "Pray, what was
it:
"She loves Captain Wynyard, and he
seems to be in love with her." replied
Angela, promptly. "And l found it out
in this way. mamma. When they spoke
to each other, their voices had quite a
tender ring, and there was n something
in both faces that betrayed their love.
You sec, mamma, 1 am improving in
SOCIAL note-taklnS. "A month ago l should
not have found that out"
There vas no smile on Lady Rooden's
face now; it had grown pale, and II shad-
ow had crept into her blue eyes.
81 do not believe it," she said sharply.
"Who is this Gladys Rance"
"She is the niece and reputed heiress
of lady Kinloch,' replied Angela; and
she is IL fashionable beauty besides"
n sweet flood of jealousy seemed to
course through Lady Rooden's heart. She
sasped for breath, her lips trcmbled, and
her face quivered with passionate pain.
Could it be possible that Angela was
right, and that, after all, Captain Wynn
yard loved Gladys Ranc? She had be-
lieved most earnestly that it was herself
whom he loved, and no other. Angela's
words now fell upon her with painful sud-
denness.
81 shall ask him Tomorrow" she men
tally decided, eff it be true about Gladys
Rane," and she owned to herself that if
it We're true, life would hold nothing more
for her.
1t was noon next day when the ex-Cap-
tain called: it was an early visit, but he
wanted to persuade Lady Rooden to go
to IL flower show. lie made many apollo
gics for his early call. but he could not
help seeing that it was welcome enough
to Lady Rooden.
heard some news about you last
evening"" said Lady Rooden. with a
bright smile-a l~oveless smile she tried to
make it, but he was clever enough to see
beneath the surface.
News of me?" lie questioned. 81 should
hardly have thought there was any news
left to be told. l should think more
stories have been told of me than of any
other man in London"
"The cost of popularity" she remarked.
"The news 1 heard surprised me just a
little"
calmly.
I henrd last evening for the first time
of your great admiration for Il beautiful
woman named Gladys Rane. Is it true?'
Now was his opportunity-here was the
chance he had waited for. He must not
lose it.
ut is perfectly true" he replied, "that
i both admire and love the most beautiful
woman in the world: but the lady 1 love
is not named Gladys Ranc."
Lady Rooden's face flushed, and her
eyes dropped before his glance. She
knew now what was coming; the very
desire of her heart was attained.
THE lady l love is far above me. She
is lovely beyond compare. She has every
gift and every grace. In my eyes she
As IL queen and l am her most loyal knight.
The name of this most sweet and gra-
cious lady is Laura Rooden."
Her ladyship dropped her face upon her
hands; the victory was won.