Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1899-10-16
A MID LOVE
BY
BERTHA M. CLAY.
BERTHA M. CLAY.

beauty of the great actress shown TO
greater advantage. She wore a dress
of faint cream-colored brOcade, half
hidden in fine, costly lace, in the beau
tifl1l waves of her hair large, cream
colored rose nestled, and with that she
wore a set of diamonds a princess
might have envied. The superb
beauty, the half-stately, half-languld
grace, the southern eyes, the full, sweet
lips, the wondrous beauty of her white
neck and arms, the inexpressible charm
of her attitudes, the play OF her superb
features-a1l made her marvellous TO
look upon A dainty, delicate perfume
came from the folds OF her dress. She
had a richly jeweled fan, made from
the delicate amber plumage Of some
rare tropical bird; the radiance and
light of her beauty would have made
whole room bright. She reached Mad
dame de Chandalle's rather late. she
gave one hasty glance round the superb
reception-room as she passed to where
madame was receiving her guests, but
the dark, handsome head and face OF
Lord Chandos were nowhere to be SEEN
Madame overwhelmed her with civil
tiles, and Leone soon found herself the
center of an admiring crowd. The as
sembly was a most brilliant one; there
were princes of the blood, royal dukes,
marshals of France, peers Of England,
men of highest note in the land; to
each and all the radiant, beautiful
artist was the center of all attraction.
A royal duke was bending over her
chair, one of the noblest marshals OF
France, with the young Marquis OF
Tyro1 to assist him, was trying to-
entertain her They were lavishing
compliments upon her
Suddenly she saw some slight stir in
the groups, the French marshal muir
INJURED: CONNIE ellie est belief" and,
looking UP, she saw a fair, regal
woman bowling to Madame de Chan
dalle--a woman whose fair, tranquil
loneliness was like moonlight on a
summers lake Leone was charmed by
her. The graceful figure was shown
to the best advantage by the dress of
rich white silk; sh e wore superb suit
of opals, whose hundred tints cleaned
and glistened as she moved.
''The very queen of blondes" she
overheard one gentleman say to an
other, her eyes riveted by the fair,
tranquil loneliness of this beautiful
woman, whose dress was trimmed with
white water lilies, who wore water
lily in her hair and one on her white
breast.
Leone watched her intently. Watch
ing her was like reading a sweet, half
sad poem, or listening to sweet, half
sad music every movement was full
of sweet harmony. Leone watched
this beautiful woman for some time;
every one appeared to know her; she
was evidently leader of fashion; still
she had no idea who she was. She ex-
pected, she did not know why, to see
Lord and Lady Chandos enter together.
The French marshal was the first to
speak.
"You admire La Refine des Blondes,
madame?" he said. "Ah, Heaven, how
we should rave in Paris over so fair
lady. Do you know who she is?"
'fNo,' answered Leone, "but should
like to know very much. She is very
beautiful"
eft is the beauty of an angel" cried
the marshal "She is the wife of one
of the most famous men in England
she is Lady Chandos."
"Ah," said Leone, with a long, low
cry.
The very mention of the name had
stabbed her through the heart.
The marshal looked up in wonder
''I beg pardon" she said, quickly,
"what name did you say? A sudden
faintness seized me; the room is warm
What is the lady's name?"
She would not for the whole world
that he should have known what
caused either the pain or the cry.
The marshal repeated:
''That is Lady Chandos, the wife of
Lord Chandos, who is the rising light
of this generation"
"There are so many rising lights"
she said, carelessly; but her heart was
beating fast the while.
All, me! so fair, so graceful, SO high
bread! Was it any wonder that he
had loved her? Yet to this gorgeous
woman, with her soul of fire, it seemed
that those perfect features we're almost
too gentle, and lacked the fire of life
She saw several gentlemen gather
round the chair on which Lady Chan
dos sat, like queen on a throne: and
then the golden head was hidden from
her sight
So at last she was face to face with
her rival-at last she could see and
hear her-this fair woman who had
taken her lover from her. It was with
difficulty that she was herself, that
she maintained her brilliant repartees;
her fire Of wit her bon mots that were
repeated from one to the other Her
powers of conversation we're of the
highest order. She could enchain
twenty people at once, and keep all