Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1900-08-02
Repented at Leisure.
BERTHA M. CLAY.



house."
He is one of the best servants l
have ever had" observed Lord Lieg
ton. HE has been with me rather
more than year, and he knows every
tree in the woods believe. He would
make an ey1eltept guide for tomorrow.
You will want to see the waterfall, and
all the beauties Of the neighborhood.
must send word to him to be in readi-
mes.
What is the name OF your accom-
plished keeper" asked one of the
guests, carelessly.
HE rejoices in the very English
name of John Smith" replied Lord
Leighton; land | think the prejudice
against the name of Smith very I'M
just one"
A discussion then arose over names,
and the keeper who spoke French and
German was forgotten.
The morrow rose bright and beauti-
full, summer day without a cloud;
the wind was sweet, soft, and fragrant.
THE deep shade of the woods will be
cool and pleasant today" said Lady
Leighton; and her visitors agreed with
he.
Some of the ladies took books,
others took fancy-work, and 1t was
settled that the party should spend
the whole day in the woods, but should
meet at the waterfall for luncheon at
TVS.
On this warm, bright summer day
there were no gorgeous toilets; the
ladies' were content with dresses Of
muslin. Ethel wore one of blue, with
a pretty white lace mantilla, and hat
with a white dropping plume; and
Lady st Norman, as she looked at her
thought she had never appeared more
lovely; her queenly grace, her ex-
quisite beauty, her royal dignity of
greatest advantage.
Ethel" said Lady st. Norman, "try
to enjoy yourself today. | wish that |
could put little of this sunshine into
your heart"
But Ethel only stopped and kissed
the kindly, anxious face.
THE sunshine would be of no use to
me-" she thought. my sun has set"
At the large gates that led to the
woods they were met by the keeper-a
tall, handsome man, whose eyes were
keen and blue; his features could
hardly be distinguished because of his
road-brimmed hat and long mustache
and beard, and thick, curly hair. He
doffed his hat with an air of good
breeding not lost upon the ladies. He
spoke. and his voice was pleasant, his
accent good; his figure superior to his |
position. He stood in silence while |
Lord Leighton discussed where they !
should go first.
Let us see. We will visit LEIGH |
toms Folly first" he said: that is the |
ruin of a picturesque old dover house |
built in the Italian style, by one of the |
ladies of Leighton, many years ago.
They went A group of ladies stood
round the rim of a fountain when the
keeper first caught glimpse of Ethel.
She WAS standing under the shade of
large copper-beech, and the light like
that of FURNISHED gold fell over her
fell on the beautiful. sad face, the
cloud-like dress, and the rich, ripping
masses of brown hair.
As he looked, his handsome face first
flushed deepest crimson, and then grew
pale as death. He muttered sometnAng
to himself-some strange words-anl
the keys that he held in his hand fell
to the ground. He stopped to raise
them. and then withdrew that he
might watch the beautiful face more
closely.
1T cannot no Ethel" he said to him
self. 1T cannot be she. Great
Heaven, am mad or dreaming? Shall
| wake up and find myself at st. Ina's,
and all that black. horrible time only
dream-only a dream? All, If II
could but be SOL 1t cannot be She
Ethel moved as he watched her, and
sharp. keen pain shot through his
heart.
1T is Ethel know that smile that
graceful bend of the neck that curve OF
the sweet. proud lips. 1t is she; 1t is
Ethel--my wife-my wlfe!"
He turned aside-that strong, power
full man-with eyes dimmed with tears,
IL have found her at last" he said to
himself. Ethel. Ethel-my wife!"