Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1899-04-06
Lord Lynne'S Choice
k-BY-
BERTHA M. CLAY.
BERTHA M. CLAY,

uoSSiioo Tie SENSATION, the impression
those few words made upon him. He
had known for many years that at
some future time he should be Lord
Lynne, but it had always seemed to
MIN remote contingency; he had not
built upon it. He had never attempted
to realise the time when Lynnewolde
would be his, and he should be Lord
Lynne. 1t came to him now With a
sudden shock that seemed to divide
him at once from his past life, and
open a wonderful future to him. Like
one in dream, he followed the man,
who showed him to his room.
Il wish to be alone for a short
time, he said, "and then I will see
Miss Lynne"
He felt it needful that he should be
alone. He wanted to realize his DO
sition-to feel at home in it, before
the scrutinizing eyes of the world
] were upon him.
Only three hours ago and he was
poor, comparatively obscure, and was
beginning to lose himself in a pleas
ant love-dream. 1t was only three
hours since he stood with Florence
Wyverne, trying to read the secret of
her blushing face and shy, sweet
eyes,, Yet it seemed to him mat he had
lived life since then. He was in a
new world
They were not all light or selfish
thoughts that passed through his
mind. He resolved not to live in vain,
but to use the position, the influence,
and the rank that would be HE to
good purpose. When that hour was
over he rang the bell, and asked the
servant who answered it to show him
to the room where Lord Lynne lay.
Then he knelt by the side of that 81
lent figure, for whom all the glories
of the world were over. He was not
ashamed to pray that when he too
came to die, he might not have lived
in vain.
In the simplicity of his brave and
noble heart Philip, now Lord Lynne,
made high resolves; and in the dark
est hours of life he did not forget
them. Then he went to the drawing
room and asked to see Miss Lynne
and Miss Agatha; but they begged
him to excuse them. Miss Lynne
was not well, and Miss Agatha was
with her. They hoped that for the
next few days he would excuse them
from leaving their own apartments.
"Of course" he thought-"quite
right 1 was foolish to think they
could see me, and talk as if nothing
had happened"
Although he did not see his cousins,
Philip did not allow them to forget
his presence; and Miss Lynne's little
page declared he was tired of carrying
Lord Lynne's messages, now it was a
bouquet of the most magnificent flow
ers; then some very rare fruit, or a
book he thought would interest them;
thus not an hour in the day passed
without some communication between
the cousins.
They were busy days, too; for Mr..
Gregson, the family solicitor, was in
the house, and all the arrangements
for. the funeral devolved upon him
and Philip, so that he had but little
time to think of his new position, or
to realise it during the four days that
| elapsed between the old lords death
and his burial, which was arranged to
take place on the Monday; and tie
will was to be read Immediately after
wards.
1t was a dull, rainy day, and dreary
enough looked the long black process
sion, winding among the trees 10 the
park. 1t was over at last: Stephen
Lord Lynne was laid by his father;
the vault was closed; the mourners re-
turned home; the blinds that had
been kept close were thrown open,
and the light OF day once more found
its way into the sumptuous apart
ments of Lynnewolde.
The will was to be read in the IL
brary. Lord Lynne, Sir Henry
Leigh, (the late lords dearest friend,)
Mr.. Gregson, with his clerk and an
other solicitor, were present The two
young ladies had both declined to ap-
pear: they requested Mr.. Gregson to
wait upon them afterwards; and he,
who knew the terms of the will,
/ IL qultt 40 wei lhcy diu oo'
A bright fire burned in the CRATE;
the library, a large and very hand
some room, looked doubly cosy and in
viting when, through the large win
dows, was seen the dull leaden sky,
the dripping trees, and the incessant
falling rain.
81 shall not detain you long, gentle
men," said Mr.. Gregson, as his listen
ers grouped themselves round him. 81
know the will is not a very complicat-
ed one, for drew it up myself"
Not very complicated certainly, but
very strange. Philip, Lord Lynne
had wondered at times about his
uncles money; he had wondered
whether he should have any share Of
1t. but he never for a moment dream
ed of anything so strange as the be-
quest he now heard. After some few
legacies and annuities to old SER
wants, Mr.. Gregson read
ITO my nephew, Philip Lynne, who
succeeds me, and who by right Of en-
tail enherits Lynnewolde, / give and
bequeath the exact half of my fortune,
the sum of two hundred thousand