Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1901-10-21
HER MARTYRDOM
By the Author of Sunshine and Roses.
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Continued.
By the Author of Sunshine and Roses.

her mother, but at present Cney d1d
NOT interest her. She liked dancing
for dancings sake; the sweet strains
of the music and the gliding move
ments were a delight to her. Cons9-
ouentIy, if one of the partners danced
better than another, she preferred
him. Such matters as birth and for
tune did not interest her. She ad-
mired any one who sung well, spoke
wen. danced well, rode we'll; but, so
far as admiration for herself was con-
cerned. it did not interest her ormaK3
the slightest impression upon her.
She was essentially one OF tnose
who was born and destined TO loVe
once. and once only, with a IoV9
worth thousand smaller affections.
She could not have wasted her love
in meaningless flirtations. Hence
yher partners gave her no concern 80
long as they danced we'll. She hardly
remembered their names, So little in
terest did she otherwise take inthem.
She knew the same faces crowded
round her nightly, but she was not
sufficiently interested in them to wei
come one more than another.
s. > was perfectly Indifferent to the
fact that the young Duke of Horton
needed but a smile to encourage him,
and he was ready to lay his title
and fortune at her feet. She knew
and cared less that Lord Parbury, the
great match of the season, was bent
upon winning her. They were all
shadows to her-these handsome,
gallant young noblemen VINO
gathered round At present she was
far more interested in her mothers
admirers than her own.
AS Lady Avon and her young guest
were strolling through the grounds,
Angela's eyes we're riveted on the
face-darkly beautiful, yet with =
shadow on it-of a young girl coming
toward them.
who is that?" she asked, in a
quick, low voice, of Lady Avon.
THAT is Gladys Rane," was the re-
ply
Was it her fancy? She could not
tell, but it seemed to Angela that y
curious expression passed over Lady
Avon's face 1t must have been
fancy for, when she looked again,
the strange expression was gone.
In a few we1l-chosen remarks Lady
Avon introduced the two who were 10
cross each others lives so strangely.
When the dark eyes of Gladys Rane
rested on Angela, something flashed
into their depths, something that was
hike hate and despair. Miss Rooden
asked herself if this was fancy also.
It must have been fancy, for the next
time she looked Gladys Rane was re-
garding her with smiling eyes and
lips
Angela admired the dark beauty OF
her face, the lustrous depths OF the
splendid eyes, the charm of the Wel--
cut mouth, and wondered what was
the shadow that lay over the lovely,
passionate face. If any one had told
her that the attention of all fashlona-
ble London was drawn just then to
her beloved mother and this beautl-
full woman, she would not have be-
Iioved it: but such was the case.
That Captain Wynyard was deeply n
love with Gladys Rane, yet unable 20
marry her because she would nave
no fortune as his wife. was common
talk. 1t was equally we'll known IN
society that he was going to marry
Lady Rooden for her large fortune,
that Gladys Rane was still deeply at
tached to the handsome captain, and
that she resented the transfer of his
affections. All this was commonly
discussed and generally known ex-
sept to Miss Rooden.
The dark eyes of Gladys Rane were
fixed on her face, but Angela met her
gaze quite unconsciously. She had
heard no rumors respecting Gladys
Rane. She had no idea that she was
her mothers rival, or probably she
would not have sought her society.
As it was, she was attracted by the
fair face and pleasant manner OF the
girl It was characteristic Of Angela
that she preferred the society Of a
beautiful and gifted woman to that
of young and handsome man. She
was therefore only too pleased to re-
main talking for time to Miss Rane.
ut must be fancy" she said over
and over again to herself; for it
seemed to her that the expression OF
the dark eyes changed continually.
Presently they moved on and came
to an opening in the trees, and at a
little distance they beheld Lady Rood
en- leaning, back in garden seat, and
Cartain Wynyard standing by her
side.
A faint low cry broke from the lips
of Gladys Rane; but it was instantly
suppressed: and again Angela Won
dored If her fancy had Ter astray, for
the dark face for a moment grew pale
That is Lady Rooden, your mother,
is it not?" asked Gladys Rane, sudden
ty.
YES, that is my mother" answered
Angela, and her voice was musical
with happiness as she said the words.
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