Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1899-12-21
Story Of the Wedding Ring.
BY BERTHA M. CLAY.


hau maui SoiIiS vi the UOSL DFlllldnt
speeches ever delivered in the House
of Commons.
IF he would but become one of u.s."
said the great Tory leader, with a sigh.
IF we could but get him over on
our side" said the Liberal chief.
But Mr. Dale had taken a line of his
own and he adhered to it. He was the
poor mans friend--some of his
speeches were one long burning TRADE
against the rich and their treatment of
the poor He was prejudiced and
bigoted, but his wonderful eloquence,
| his passionate words, carried with
them certain force of conviction. He
was rich himself-master of a fine es-
tate-but he was no aristocrat He
thanked Heaven that he had sought to
buy no mans soul with gold. Shrewd
men, who read his speeches, said there
must be a secret attached to his life;
he could not hate the aristocracy so
| much unless he had suffered through
one of them.
But no one even family guessed that
he hated the aristocracy because an
old aristocrat had tempted his fair
young wife to leave him.
He had become one of the leading
men of the day-a power and a voice
in the land. Lord Carlswood, who was
a great admirer of talent, admired him,
although he deplored his principles.
He has not only talent, that man."
he said, referring to him-"he has
/ n Il a osfa h
for his honest hatred; but wish that
his talens were all enlisted on our side
i wish that he were one of us"
People talked great deal OF him; it
was said that although he was so
| fierce democrat. even Royalty ad-
mired him, and that princes had
praised his eloqence. Still, he would
not enter what was called fashionable
society
He was walking one day though the
park with Major Henchly, a great
friend of his and they saw the car
riages of the ladies who were going to
the Drawing Room.
! The Major, fervent admirer of fair
women, stopped to look at them, and
in spite of his unwillngness, Mr.. Dale
was forced to the same. Suddenly his
face grew pale, and the breath came in
thick, hot sasps from his lips. His
hand clasped the arm of his COM
panion.
who is that?" he asked in fierce
hoarse whisper.
Major Henchley looked.
That is the beautiful Mrs Waldron
the granddaughter of Lord Carlswood.
She is a magnificent woman. do not
think she had her equal in London
nay. in all England
Mrs. Waldron!" repeated Mr.. Dale,
in low voice.
DO not put the question that no one
fails to ask Who is her husband?'"
People ask that, do they? Well |
am inclined to initiate them Who is
her husband?"
Il cannot tell you; she made some
low marriage, | believe"
Does low marriage mean that she
married a poor MANI" asked Mr..
Dale.
Il suppose so. do not know. |
have heard, in common with the rest
of the world, that she married beneath
her, and is separated from her hus-
band.
Because he is low can under
stand that | am what is called a self
made man, Major If high-bred
lady looked kindly on me, and an al
lance were formed, should you think
she Dad contracted a low MARRIAGE"
Because of you?" cried the major
Certainly not. Why you are one OF
the most rising men of the day."
ut is difficult to discover what
low marriage is. said Mr.. Dale but
the strange pallor did not die from
his face He was unlike himself for
the whole of the day after he had seen
Lord Carlswood's grandchild
There We're many who remarked at
the drawing-room that the beautiful
Mrs. Waldron looked unlike herself;
she was not so brilliant. not so radi-
ant; there was more of thought on her
brow, of care in her eyes; her smile
was not so bright her repartee not so
ready.
1t was the truth. The pleasures of
the world were beginning to pail
upon Ismay. Perhaps she had exhaust
ed them too quickly. She had drained
the cup of pleasure to its very dregs
there was nothing left to her to wish
nothing to desire.
Her life for ten long years hao
been one series of brilliant triumphs;
the world had worshipped her; and
during that time she had lived without
love. without tenderness, engrossed ia
vanity, pleasure. and love OF luxury.
She was in the very pride of her mag
uificent womanhood NOW. and she was
beginning to feel tired of frivolity-
to wish for something better.
She was at ball one evening. and
some one presented her with a beau
tiful rose She took it carelessly. ana
held II la her hands while she sat
down to rest The perfume stole
slowly upon her senses: II brought
back TO her the time when she had
sat with Mr.. Ford in the pretty shady
garden she remembered her own pas
sion of wonder and emotion as she
listened tn his story Then her hus