Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1899-05-04

| In his hand Lord Lynne held /;
beautiful white hyacinth and sh
heard every syllable that fell from hi
lips.
Agatha, my darling" he said, ten
derby, do you know what I hav,
brought you here to tell you? Do vol
know what l wish to say to you?-
but my courage half fails me-"
Artlessly she raised her bright eye
to his face in some surprise; but be
fore she had time to reply, a vcic,
was heard saying, Agatha, Mrs
Lynne wants to speak to you-wher,
are your"
There is Evelyn Leigh calling you,
said Lord Lynne, hurriedly "Yol
know what l wished to say, Agatha
take this flower" he added, handing
it to her, land return it to me tomor
row morning with your answer"
There you are, cried the gay
voice of Evelyn Leigh, as she entered
the conservatory, positively looking
| sentimental with Lord Lynne, Make
| haste, Agatha, for Mrs. Lynne has
been asking for you for the last hall
| hour"
They passed out together and left
| Lord Lynne, as he thought, alone: he
i'd not see the pale face with it's look
of sharp pain and deadly anguish,
half hidden among the tall shrubs; he
di not dream that a proud, passionate
heart, breaking for love of him, was
near
my darling" she heard him say
with loving smile, how sweet and
good she isl"
Then Inez Lynne knew that her sis
ter had won the heart and love she
meant to make her own.
She stood quite still among the
dark green shrubs, and no sound toIu
of the deadly strife and despair, no
word told of the love and happiness
frozen and dead. Her slender jewelled
fingers were tightly clenched, but
she stood silent and motionless as a
statue, until Lord Lynne went away;
then, with light, noiseless step, she
fled to her own ROOM and rapidly
closed and locked the door.
1t was a pitiful sight upon which the
moonbeams fell. The proud, beautiful
girl, radiant with love and happiness
so short a time since, with a great
cry, flung herself down, and the moon
light fell upon the cleaning opals,
the sumptuous dress, and the white
despairing face.
1t had been her one treasure, her
one wish, her one ambition:-that
love would have crowned her life,
and now it was all over, her wondrous
beauty, her genius, her marvellous
voice, had all been powerless to win
the heart that was laid at the feet of
her gentle sister. Tears of NORTH
cation rained down her cheek; it was
not only that the hope and treasure of
her life were wrecked, but she was
Inundated; she had loved in vain,
and her naughty nature writhed again.
Without effort her sister had won the
prize for which she would have freely
given her life.
1T shall not be-" she cried wildly.
Il have nothing else. All my life l
have been wronged ard injured. |
will have what my ia Their meant to
give me. [ will make him love me.
| Will he Lady Lynne, or I will die!''
When the Wild passion of gIief had
exhausted itself, she rose and went to
hGr mirror Was that white, tear
zine f2ce the same that had daz-
zled BERTHE Bohun so short a time
since?
Any one who saw Inez Lynne, when
she entered the ballroom half an
hour afterwards, would have said that
she had never known a sigh or shed a
tear. The opals cleaned in her dark
heir, her cheeks were flushed with the
most exquisite color, and her eyes
were bright and sparkling. That could
never be the same woman upon whose
PROSTATE figure and raining tears the
moonbeams had fallen. Inez Lynne
was a good actress; no one could have
told that the brightness, the smiles,
and the gey words were all forced and
false. No one could have guessed
that beneath that brilliant manner
there was a torrent of dark, angry
pasSions-a wealth of ruined, hope
less love. But she played out her
part; she remained in the ballroom
until the asst; she babe BERTHE Bohun
goodnight with sweet, gay words that
thrilled him; she laughed with Lord
Lynne, and TESTED with Agatha. She
sat patiently after that, while her
maid brushed out the long, shining
tresses, although her heart painted
and she longed to be undisturbed;
but she never gave way until her
room door was locked, and she was
once more alone
To be Continued