Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-06-13
CHAPTER XII.

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CHAPTER MI.
Yes. sir" replied the tootman IN an
swer to Sir Wilfreds inquiry. VIII
YOU follow me upstairs?'
All the way Wilfred had pictured his
meeting with his sweetheart 1t would
he in the drawing-room, of course-her
fayorite sitting-room. The wood fire
would crackle and glow, as she would
be radiant with joy at seeing him again.
and together they would make sweet
plans for the future.
As he entered the hall his footsteps
inyoluntarily turned in the direction
of the drawing-rOom, and Raleigh's re-
quest to walk upstairs gave him mo-
mentary shock.
is your mistress well?'
yes, Sir Wilred-at least, she Is
able to leave her room
Something sinister in the footman S
expression. or a Earring tone in his voice
whereof he had not previously been
conscious. impressed Sir Wilfred I'M
pleasantly. But as he followed the man
ND the thickly carpeted stairs he de-
cided that it was an absurd idea or
his own. that what he had gone
through during the past few days had
made him representative and mag
NATIVE.
Sir Jasper Welland," announced
the man, throwing open the door OF a
boudoir.
20 Heaven!" half shrieked Mrs.
Mongorton, as she shrank back IN her
chair. gazing fiXedly at the door.
"Oh. l beg pardon, ma'am. The mis-
take was perfectly accidental, assure
YOU. but having seen the other gentle
man
silence. you clumsy brute! Can't
YOU see the mischief your careless
tongue has done and be quiet eX-
claimed Sir Wilfred, rushing forward
and Selling the shrinking form in his
arms. Il shall ring if want Mrs. Mon
gorton's maid. Go"
Thus summarily dismissed, the man
left the room. but there was in his face
and in his mind against the lovers that
had they realized the strength of MS
animosity. would have made one at
least of the two tremble.
In her pretty boudoir Mrs. Mongor-
ton was sobbing in Wilfreds arms.
Hard. painful sobs shook her frame,
so that e,en his strong arms could
scarce hold her still.
Ring for Fanchette," she gasped;
she will cure me-.
A moment later Fanchette appeared
r1a ~ g
tress seemed TO tell the qulck-wltted
FrenchwOman what was needed.
Hurrying away, she speedily return
ed with a half-flled medicine glass.
Hastily crossing the room to where
her mistress painted, in the effort 10
overcome an hysterical tendency. Fan
Ghetto held the dose to her lips till
She drank. Instantly Mrs. Mongorton
felt its beneficial influence and be-
came calmer. A moment later she
was resting on a couch, fur rug over
her feet. and Fanchette was inquiring
of Sir Wilfred particulars OF the sud
den seizure.
THAT stupid fellow announced me
as NV uncle" explained Sir Wilfred in
a low voice. Naturally, the name COM
ing suddenly brought a lot of painful
associations. and Mrs. Mongorton felt
Mortified and shocked.
"Ah. the brute! He should be
kicked. But see! madame smiles; she
RECEIVERS. Oh, l go. Monsieur is now
the best medicine and Fanchette,
beaming benignly, withdrew.
MY poor love, this must have been
terrible time for you. You are too
tender-hearted. sympathy has made
YOU more fragile-loOking than ever.
You must have been i'll.
IT think l suffered most because l
was shut I'D here and could do nothing
to brighten your sorrow, dearest, she
said softly. What do you mean TO do
nOw?'
Il told you in my last letter that
was going to the HerOnry for little.
I have told Miss Heron our secret, Nlo-
let and she loves you already said
Wilfred, giving perhaps a freer trans
l9tion of Miss Heron's speeches than
that lady might have authorized.
"She is coming to see you at four
o'clock, dear, and am TO stay here till
she comes.
u wish YOU could stay for ever said
Mrs. Mongorton wistfully; | wish we
never needed 10 part, Wilfred.'
Darling. why should we be parted
for more than few days now?' he
whispered in her ear. you are all alone
so am l: let US marry soon, very soon
and very quietly, and 60 abroad some
where where flowers bloom-you know