Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1899-06-15
Lord Lynnc'S Choice
BERTHA M, CLAY.
BERTHA M, CLAY.

replied. 'The grave and I are yet
strangers"
A long low murmur came from her
| white lips.
"Merciful Heaven!" she cried, sis
this my triumph"
II was half afraid of startling you,
he said, but you have good nerves
you are grand creature, Inez."
Hush" she cried, passionately.
do not dare to use my name! If
hatred and contempt could kill you.
you would die now at my feet"
Il am fortunately invulnerable," he
replied with light laugh. ooh, here
is my Lord Lynne approaching. In
troduce me, Inez.'
What is the matter, darling?" said
Philip. How i'll you look! what is it?>'
Il am tired" she said, in a low
voice, unlike her own,-"tired and
wearied. Take me home"
Lord Lynne looked with some lit
tie surprise at the tall, handsome
stranger that stood by his wife's side.
The gentleman bowed as he. met
Philips glance, and, turning to Inez,
said, MAY ask for an introduction to
your husband, Lady Lynne?"
Without looking at him, she in
troduced the Count Rinaldo Montalti
to Lord Lynne.
Il had the pleasure of meeting Lady
Lynne III Spain some years ago." said
the count to Philip. 81 am quite
charmed to have the honor Of renew
ing our acquaintance"
Il was child them" said Inez, and
at the bitterness of her tone.
MAY l be permitted to say that the
beauty of the bud gave promise of the
perfection of the fower?' said the
count, bowling CALAMITY to the pale,
beautiful woman but she turned
abruptly, and Philip smiled at the
very fiorid compliment.
Lady Lynne is tired tonight" con-
tinued Count Montalti; may I be
permitted to call tomorrow"
Inez bowed haughtily, but no word
passed her lips.
"You are not over-amiable to your
friend" said Philip, with a smile.
"Do you not like him."
But for answer she chung to his arm,
and said, Il am tired, Philip, and so
wearied; pray take me home"
Tenderly and gently the young hus-
band wrapped her cloak round the
trembling form, wondering as he did
so, if it was the heat or late hours
that had made his wife so i'll.
Agatha looked with bewildered sur
prise at her sisters face when the
light from the hall lamp shone upon
it; it was white as death, and looked
years older.
Let me take you to your room,
Inez," she said; you look worn Out"
While the gentle girl removed the
diamonds from the rich dark hair, and
helped to take off the costly dress, she
heard deep, bitter sobs die away upon
the white lips of Lady Lynne.
you are over-fatigued," she said,
carressing the face bent upon her
shoulder; ''lie down now and try to
Sleep
Ten minutes afterwards, when
Agatha entered the room with some
wine for her sister, she found her
lying perfectly still, her face turned
from the light to the wall.
II am glad she is sleeping" thought
the young girl "She looked so i'll, I
was alarmed" Then she went out
and closed the door.
A few minutes afterwards, and a
white face looked out into the moon
light, and until morning dawned Lady
Lynne paced YEARLY up and down
her luxurious chamber, even and anon
passionate cry coming from her
lips as she c>enched her hands and
cried, and this is my triumph!
Merciful Heaven, this is my triumph