Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1901-09-23
CHAPTER II.


of foliage and of flowers fair, bright
May, such as poets love to portray.
The London season was a brilliant
one--there had not been a better for
many years. The drawing rooms had
been we'll attended, a great many pre-
sensations had been made, and, better
than ALL an unusual number of beauti-
full faces had appeared at court.
One of the most commanding houses
overlooking Hyde Park, one of state
ly row called Palace Place, was especi-
ally noticeable this May morning for
the lovely flowers that filled the light
italian balcony. A beautiful girl with
a sweet passionate face and eyes that,
lovely as they looked, could not be
easily read Near her stood tall
| handsome man, Captain Vance Wyn-
yard. The girls face revealed her
| love-story. 1t paled and flushed as he
spoke to her; the proud sensitive lips
1 trembled; the eyes deepened and
frightened, as his words of love fell up
on her ear. The beautiful passionate
face and eloquent eyes were those of
Gladys Rane, niece of Lady Kinloch,
a debutante of the season, whose
beauty had made it's mark
Lady Kinloch, the mistress of the
mansion renowned for it's charm
ing flowers and. known as Loeb
House was q rich and child
| less widow She had adopted the
only child of her dead sister, and had
brought her up in the hope that the
beauty of which her girlhood gave
promise would develop to maturity,
and that she would one day make a
brilliant match That she was a
beauty was acknowledged by the voice
Of society; but whether Lady Kinloch
would ever see her adopted daughter
make the brilliant match as she
had hoped for was more than doubt
full as she had fallen in love
with handsome Captain Wynyard,
who had already lost two for
| tunes, and was quite ready to lose
a third, should it ever come within his
reach.
Lady Kinloch had shown a decided
dislike to the visits of the handsome
captain; but he, having heard that her
ladyship had been suddenly called to
Hastings to see an old friend that was
| ill, and that Miss Rane was at home,
determined to make hay while the sun
shone, and visit her. Not that, in pres
ent circumstances, he had any thought
of marrying her. He told himself re-
gretfully that he must look out for
money; and he knew that Lady Kin
| loch would not give her niece for
tune if she married him. Still Gladys
Rane was deeply in love with him.,
and he cared more for her than any
other woman living.
His vanity was gratified, his self
love was fattered, when he saw how
the beautiful face paled and flushed
| for him and the lovely eyes filed with
the light that never yet lay on land or
sea. 1t was pleasant to hear the tremor
in the clear low musical voice. 1t was
pleasant to know that he could fill her
heart with rapture of delight or with
the chill of despair. 1t was pleasant
| by whispered word to raise burning
blush on the fair face, and then to
make the sweet lips culver by praises
of one fairer than herself.
| AS he stood beside her, she every
whit as bright as the May morning
ITSELF he gave himself up to the pass
ing enjoyment of the hour, without a
thought of what it might afterward
cost her.
Her bejeWeled white fingers toyed
with the flowers, which served also as
an excuse for bending her face, lest he
should read the love SO plainly visible
there. Suddenly she looked up at him,
forgetting the hyacinths in the inter
est Of her question:
Have you heard of the new arrivals,
Vance?"
What new arrivals, Gladys?" he
asked.
Mother and daughter-Lady Rood
en- and her daughter Angela. All Lon
don is talking about them?
London loves to talk" he said care
IIessly What does the world say about
them?'
THAT they are both very beautiful,
and SO rich! No one could ever
imagine that they were mother and
daughter. The daughter is seventeen,
the mother thirty-ive; but her ladyship
looks-so I am told-quite ten years
younger, and has been pronounced one
of the most lovely women in London,
as we'll as one of the wealthiest.''
Captain Vance's handsome eyes
cleaned with interest
Rich, is she? Some people are
fortunate. To be rich and beautiful is
to have an undue preponderance of
this worlds gifts. Tell me about them,
Gladys"
Every one was talking about them
last evening at Lady BlOunt's. Lady
Rooden is the widow of Sir Charles
Rooden of Rood Abbey He died quite
suddenly four or five years ago-he
was drowned, l belieye-and left the
whole of the large fortune to her.