Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-06-13


"but Lord RIVERS will rot be with me-
1t is strange that one woman should
value so little what another woman
would give her life for. l wish that
either Lady RIVERS could see her
husband with my eyes or that
could see him with her eyes,"
Another morning they stood on the
lawn at Queens Elm feeding the
robins. The heiress had been re-
lating to her attentive listener some
of the incidents of her late visit TO
Ryversdale. She added, suddenly:
''It is really terrible thing for a
grand old race like that to become ex-
tinct, all through a mistaken mar
rage
Violet looked at her curiously.
'If you could rule destiny" she
said, 'if you could control circum-
stances, what would you do? Would
you let the young wife drift away
cie--and marry Lord RIVERS yourself
or would you like them to meet again
and be happy together?"
II have often asked my own heart
that question:" replied Miss Mari.
whether I am noble woman or not
| cannot say; but mine is noble
love. / love him better than myself;
place his happiness higher than my
own. He loves her; all his life is
/ conferred in her; he does not love me.
So that he may have the highest hap
piness and the highest bliss he can
ever know. wish that they may meet
again and be happy together"
you are a noble woman!" cried
Violet, involuntarily. at is thousand
pities that Lord RIVERS did not love
you"
1T may be all for the best; he will
learn what Indifference is like, which
he would never have done had he
married mel"
81 am not sure whether that is any
advantage" said Violet.
81 have thought" continued Miss
Mari, that would try to find this
wife of his, and if succeeded in doing
SO, use all the eloquence l could COM
mand to persuade her to go to him
and beg his pardon"
Violet looked up with flashing eyes.
ITO do what?" she cried.
ITO beg his pardon" repeated Miss
Mari, with innocent unconsciousness.
$50 far as l have followed the
story" said Violet, 'it seems to me
rather that it is he who should beg
her pardon"
There l cannot agree with you,
said the heiress. 81 think she had
cause for anger and annoyance, but
nothing could justify her in leaving
him; she ought to beg his pardon for
that. fear / shall never be so
fortunate as to find her; but if ever l
do, | shall try to persuade her to go
to him and acknowledge the wrong
she has done My dear Miss Beaten,
why are you looking at me with flash
ing eyes?"
81 am thinking" Violet replied.
what this unfortunate young wife
would say if she heard you"
IF she were sensible, she would say
| was right. ! can understand her
passion and her anger, but | cannot
understand how she could talk of such
nonsense as annulling her own mar
riage."
"The nonsense of those who want
to annul it for her is far greater" said
Violet.
And Miss Mari made no reply.
Violet could not forget what her
friend had said, that the young wife
should go to her husband and beg his
pardon. She, who had always been
queen and mistress, who had left him
with a sense of injury, who had felt
herself wounded and hurt, to beg his
pardonl The idea was decidedly
novel to her.
One evening the two ladies were
seated in the drawing-room. Mrs.
Ingram had gone to her own room, for
the night was chill. Outside a driz-
cling rain fell, and cold wind blew:
inside all was warmth and comfort.
They were startled at times by the
eerie sound of the ivy-branches tap
ping against the window panes.
This room is the picture of comfort
on winter night" said Miss Mari.
Il wonder why it is that we all love
scarlet and crimson in winter"
Because they represent warmth"
answered Violet.
After a minutes pause. Miss Mari
sighed deeply.
Il should think one london house
must be very dull" she said. Il
cannot help pieturing Lord RIVERS
shut up by himself"
you are always thinking of LORD
RIVERS" remarked Violet, not know
ing whether she was amused. sorry.
or pleased.
"rhat is quite true; it is habit of
which l shall never now cure myself.
wish almost that could. cannot
help grieving. picture the bright
handsome face all sad and worn. the
light heart and high spirits, the noble,
artistic fancies all dropping and dying.
have heard a great deal of pat,los
about deserted wives; there seems to
me to be much more pathos in the
idea of deserted husband. II l
could but pierce the distance and see
him. III the same rain he falling I'm