Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1899-12-11

We shall have to part. What can It
matter whether it is now or in three
months to come? The more we see OF
each other the harder it will be-
A flush as of fire came over his face.
"Why must we part?" he cried. ooh,
Heaven, what a price I pay for my
folly!'
"Here is Highgate HILL" said Leone;
s'you go no further, Lord Chandos. >
Only the silent stars were looking
on: he stood for an instant at the car
riage door.
'sshall I go to Berlin?" he whisper
ed, as he left her, and her answer was
a low, sad:
eyes"
CHAPTER LVI.
The Countess of Lanswell was IN
despair. Any little social difficulty
the exposing of an adventures, the
setting aside of marriage, intrigues-
or a royal invitation, dropping" peo-
pie when it was convenient to do so,
and counting them when she required
them,-to all and each of these deeds
she was quite equal; but serious case
of cruel jealousy, heart broken, des-
olate wife on the one hand, an obstin-
ate husband on the other, was past her
power of management. Lady Chandos
had written to ask her to come tc
Stone1and House that day.
"I have something of the greatest
Importance to say" she wrote. edo
not delay; tomorrow may be too late. :
Lady Lanswell received this urgent
note just as she was slipping her choco-
late, 1uxuriously robed in a dressing
gown of silk and softest velvet a
pretty morning-cap of finest Mechlin
lace on her head. Her handsome.
naughty face grew pale as she read it.
''It is wretched piece of business
from beginning to end" she said to
herself. Nov here is my peace of
mind for the day gone. was to have
seen Madame Adelaide soon after noon
about my dresses, and the dentist at
three. | know absolutely nothing
which can say to jealous wife,-I
know nothing Of jealousy. Most of the
wives whom know are pleased rather
than otherwise when their husbands
are away from home. Marion takes
things too seriously. 7 shall tell her
So"
But any little speech of that kind she
might have tried to make was forgot
ten when she caught the first glimpse
of Lady Marion's white, tragic face.
'FMy dear child, what is the matter?
What a face! Why, you have been
crying for hours, am sure" said the
countess. Marion, you should not go
on in this way; you will kill yourself .
''Lady Lanswell, I wish that I were
dead. My husband has ceased to love
me- Oh, God, let me die!" cried poor
Marion, and the countess was seriously
alarmed.
"My dear child, pray be reasonable"
she cried. Glow can you say that
Lance has ceased to love your
''It is true" said the unhappy wife.
He refused to give up Madame Vanira,
and what seems to me more dreadful
still, she is going to Berlin, and he in
sists on going also. I cannot bear it,
Lady Lanswell!"
eve must reason with him." said the
countess, grandly, am despite the
tragedy of her sorrow, Lady Marion
smiled.
reason with him? You might as
well stand before a hard, white rock
and ask roses to bloom on it; you
might as we'll stand before the great
heaving ocean and ask the tide not to
roll in, as to try to reason with him,
7 do not understand it, but I am quite
sure that he is infatuated by Madame
Vanira. I could almost fancy that she
had worked some spell over him.
Why should he care for her? Why
should he visit her? Why should he
go to Berlin because she is there?"
The countess, listening, thanked
Heaven that she did not know. If
ever that secret became known, it was
all over with the house of Lanswell.
IT have said all that I can say" she
continued, rising in great agitation;
"and it is of no use; he is utterly
sham elesS"
"Hush, woman! I will not have you
say such things of my son. He may
like and admire Madame Vanira, but
trust him, and would trust him any
where. You think too much of it, and
you make more of it than you need
Let me pray of you to be prudent
Want of prudence in a wife at such a
juncture as this has very often occa-
stoned misery for life. Are you quite
sure that you cannot be generous
enough to allow your husband the
pleasure of this. friendship, which ]
can certify is a good one?"
The countess sighed. The matter was
indeed beyond her. In her artificial
life, these bare, honest human passions
had no place.
cover the journey to Berlin" she
said, ''you are making too much of it
If he enjoys madame's society, and