Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-07-18

but matter of hours; and am sure
she has sent for you because she
wishes to leave the little child with
you"
THE child! What do you mean?"
cried Miss MARI.
IL speak of the child whose birth is
to cost it's mothers life. Miss Mari,
there can be no more secrets now.
DO you know who Violet Beaton ISL"
"She is Violet Beaton, presume.
| know nothing more about her."
she is Lady Ryvers?" cried Mrs.
Carstone, with a burst of tears. 1T is
useless to keep her secret any longer.
Lord RIVERS must know of the death
of his wife end the birth of his son."
lady Ryvers!" cried the heiress.
Lady RIVERS! Do you mean that
she is the wife of Randolph, Lord
Ryvers?"
81 do. And the friends of Lord
RIVERS have driven her to her death. I"
But Miss MARI could not believe
what she had heard.
Pardon me-" she said, you are
wrong. Violet Beaton has been living
with a relative of mine. That is how
know her; that is why she has sent
for me-"
Il assure you, Miss Mari, that the
young lady dying up stairs is Violet
Beaton, who married Lord RIVERS.
have known her AMI her history for
some time. 1t was with me she took
refuge when she left Ryversdale."
"And who" cried the heiress, sink
ing pale and trembling upon the sofa,
"did you say you are?"
81 am Mrs. Carstone of Ingleshaw,"
REPEATED the millionaire's wife.
A sudden CLEAN of recollection
came to Mis- Mari; she had heard the
name often enough.
Your husband is the millionaire
who bought Ingleshaw?" she said.
And. in spite of the sorrow hanging
over them. Mrs. Carstone's face was
picture of complacency as she an
swered YES"
But the heiress could hardly COM
prehend the other intelligence, that
Violet Beaton was Lady RIVERS, the
unhappy wife who had left her hus-
band
Il have known and loved her, con-
tinued Mrs. Carstone, lever since we
met abroad. She came to me in her
distress and despair when she left
her husband; or rather | met her by
accident, and took her home with me.
She would not remain. she would
work for herself; and friend of mine
found her an engagement with Mrs.
Ingram of Queens Elm
THAT is my grandmother met
her there; spent some weeks there
with her." Suddenly Miss Mari re-
mempered all that she had confided in
her, how she had told her the story
of her great love for Randolph, and
how she intended to win him for
herself, II she could. She stood dis
mayed, bewildered, tortured by the
recollection. How little she had
dreamed that she was speaking to
Randolph's wife! She clasped her
hands with bitter cry. IF she dies,
ut is I who have killed her! But
did not know-oh, Heaven, | did NOT
know"
Il should say that Lady RIVERS has
killed her." remarked Mrs. Carstone.
1T is too horriblc!" said the heiress.
And you say there is a little child
born today?'
"Yes--a 1ovoIv 1iffIa box,
Heir of Ryversdale!" said Miss
MARI you must send for Lord
RIVERS at once"
1T is useless" replied Mrs. Car
stone; his wife has sent for him
twice. and he has refused to come.
L will not believe it," cried the
heiress. "If ever q man worshiped n
woman. Lord RIVERS worshiped his
wife. From the time she left home.
he shut himself up, and no one has
seen him since. He would have given
the whole world to find her; but she
told him she would never return. He
would have flown to her IL he had
thought she would even speak to him.
Il was with her when she wrote and
posted the letters"
Then there has been foul play" le-
elared Miss Mari, for know that
Lord RIVERS has mover received one
word from his wife since she left him.
ana you say she is dying?" Tears
htled her eyes. Let me see her.
she said; there is no time to be lost"
She grew pale as she entered the
room and saw the beautiful colorless
'aee OF Violet and the tiny head of the
nesting babe. She was so true n
woman that at the sight tears filed
her eyes. With gentle step she went
up TO the young wife and knelt down
by the bedside.
Violet she said, gently. do Won
know me? am Gwendoline MARI"
Ihere was Q faint stir VI the white
eyelids. Il seemed that by des.
perate effort she was trying to bring
herself back to life.
She wants to speak to me-" said
the heiress piteously. Can you do
nothing for herr"
The doctor came forward with q
spoonful of strong cordial. Then tn,
white eyeiids opened.
You sent for me, Violet. What car