Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-02-14

oveliness would be the same when
she lay in her coffin.
She had come to listen to her moth
er's troubles: but she was careful how
the folds of her dress fell. as though
she were posing for a statue. 1t was
wonderful to see the face of Monica,
who stood watching her with some
thing between a sigh and a smile.
Shall ring? Will you go to your
room first, Marguerite, or will you
waltz"
81 will wait, mamma. am anxious
to know why you sent for me-
ITO tell you, my dear, the worst
news you ever heard in your lise,"
cried Lady Ryvers-"the very worst"
Not an eyelash on the beautiful face
quivered, the dainty, delicate bloom
underwent no change.
bad news, dear mamma? Is it
anything about Arthur?
mo; what could know about
Arthur? You have just left him
strong and well, l suppose. 1t is
much worse, much more important.
Briefly, Marguerite, it is this. Your
brother Randolph, my only SON
Heaven help me!-has married with
out my knowledge; will not speak of
my consent.
Randolph married." cried Lady
Lester-and for once the delicate
brows were arched-"married without
informing you, mamma? That is
very wrong"
81 knew you would feel it, Mar
guerite, although you are not given to
displays of emotion; knew you must
feel it. Monica persists in attempting
to comfort me; you will not try.
You know such blow as this has
has shattered me?"
Then Monica came forward. If she
loved any one on earth, it was her
brother Randolph, with his beautiful
face and poets soul. She formed a
complete contrast to her stately moth
err and sister. Monica RIVERS was not
tall, she had a slight, girlish figure,
about which there was nothing re-
markable except its supple grace.
She walked well. danced well, moved
well. She had not the statuesque
elegance that distinguished Mar
guerite, Countess of Lester. She
would have flown through
six rooms while the stately
beauty crossed one. Her charm
lay in her quick, light, active
She was the very child
Of impulse. She was not beautiful, in
the common acceptation of the word,
although she had Irish eyes, and hair
that was black and waving. Hers was
a face that. without being noticeably
lovely, yet flashed intelligence, was
full Of sparkle and of fire. full of wit
and humor, and capable of any
amount of pathos. With smiles and
tears always close together, she was a
girl whom it was impossible for her
mother to understand.
why do you laugh?" she would ask
her at times; and again, why do you
cry?" she would say. when the girls
face flushed with passion or paled
with emotiCn.
Lady RIVERS would have found It
easier to have read Greek volume or
translated Hebrew than to have under
stood her charming, impulsive, gifted
child. She came forward slowly now;
that constant reference to her attempt
at consolation troubled her.
Mamma, dear, il knew what bet
ter to say, would say it," she said.
1T is better to be silent than to
give utterance to foolish platitudes,"
returned Lady RIVERS. How many
times this day have you told me that
what cannot be cured must be en-
dured?"
1T is perfectly true, mamma" said
the girl.
so it may be: but that is r. earthly
reason why you should repeat II"
Monica" said Lady Lester, sit
would be better for you to be silent;
you never did understand mamma"
Il only want to comfort her. | can
not bear to see her so unhappy"
But | tell you there is no comfort"
cried Lady RIVERS. ooh, Marguerite,
my heart is brokeni"
Nay, mamma. let us hope it is not
quite so bad as that" said Lady
Lester.
But she asked no questions as to
who her sister-in-law was, or any
hing about her.
1T is as bad as it can be, Mar.
suerite. He has married some poor
obscure girl without birth, fortune, or
else to recommend her"
Except beauty" put in Monica.
YES" allowed Lady RIVERS, with
ome irritation, except beauty. Now
Thorns and Orange Blossoms ......4
What is to be done? II is our social |
uin. He is the head of the House of |
syvers. What is to be done, Mar
When that most serene of women
lid utter an opinion, it was very often |
What her sister. with some Justice. |
allied 'crusher." This was the sort |
II opinion she uttered now.
1T is mischievous affair, she said, |
and l cannot see how it is to be |
nitigated. always thought" she |
aid slowly, that Randolph meant to |
marry Gwendoline MARI
He ought to have married her." re-
'lied Lady RIVERS. Marguerite. I |
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