Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1901-12-30

see, Angel, am growing Jill ~"
not sleep at night. while my mind is
tortured with doubt and dread IN the
DAY. [ dream of that girl with ner
dark. winning face beckonlng nm
away from me. and he goes always.
Comfort me, my dear; tell me mine
are but nervous fancies. An me, l
know they are all hard bitter truths!
There can be no comfort for me-"
INV love is a comfort" said Angela,
impulsively.
at is, my darling; but it is differ
emf hing Do not think | undervalue
it ! cannot live without the entire
devotion of my husbands heart, and
now fear his love is slipping away
from me-"
1--WE are going to Italy in September,
mamma, and there will be no GladyS
Rane there to cause you pain, said An
gela, comfortingly.
"Ts she SO much more beautiful than
I am, Angelo" asked Lady Laura.
The girl looked at her mother S
graceful figure, her golden hair, hef
white, slender neck her blue eyes and
lovely features. Could any woman be
more beautiful? The dark, fascinating
face of Gladys Rane rose before her.
ct is no question of more or less
beauty mamma" she replied. you
differ as a red rose from white one.
She is not one whit more fair than
you"
'"Then it is not by her beauty that
Vance is attracted" said Lady Laura.
Il wonder, Angel, if I were to try
to be brighter, to amuse him more--1
begin to see that men require a great
deal of amusement-would that WIN
back his love?"
Angela's heart sank when she heard
the simple question. She knew SO well
that her step-father had never loved
her mother. and that now the deeting
fancy was dead, nothing her mother
could do would win the love she COW
eteI.
you are always bright and beauti-
full. mamma" she said. amy one who
could not be happy and content Win
YOU deserves neither happiness nor
content"
But. though she tried to speak cheer
fully. Angela's heart was heavy With
dread of the coming sorrow.
CHAPTER XXI.
Attached to Rood House was an OLD
fashioned garden; and one morning in
June Captain Wynyard sat near the
white syringa trees, then in full bloom.
He was complacently smoking a cigar,
and the Morning Post lay carelessly
spread across his knees. The air was
full of the scent of roses; the sun was
lighting up the brilliant flowers and
wealth of foliage, and the captain was
in an excellent humOr. He had before
him the happy prospect Of spending
the whole afternoon with Gladys Rane.
They were all going to a garden party
at Marlborough house, and he knew that
among such a large company as was
certain TO be there he would be able
to monopolize her. Supreme content
was written on his handsome face as
he contemplated the happiness in store
for him. He had been thinking OF
what might have been if he had been
rich enough to marry Gladys Rane, and
the happiness shining in his face
showed that his thoughts were not I'M
pleasant ones.
Presently a shadow fell across the
turf, and he looked up to see the fair
face and golden head of his wife. Any
other man must have found her mex
pressibly fair; her white morning dress
with it's rich laces and blue ribbons,
sweeping tr2 grass in graceful folds !;
an exquisite bloom, brought by the
| fresh morning cir, Frightening her
! face. knot of roses at her throat.
| She had ii id to look her best, so that
she might please his eyes and win a
| few words of affection from him. But
| his face darkened as his eyes rested
On her, and he looked anything but
pleased at the Interruption
what a lovely morning, Vance.
she began. you look the picture OF
| luxurious idjeness."
81 do not feel very miserable" he
responded; but no light came into his
eyes when he saw her. He was tired
of her soft loneliness.
Lady Laura stood by him in silence
| for a few moments, while he took up
the paper and began to read, ignoring
| her presence altogether.
vance" she said gently, eff you are
not particularly engaged, will you give
me five minutes of your timer"
And, considering all that she had be-
slowed upon him, she felt that it was
not too much to ask.
He sighed, and resigned himself with
as much grace as he could to listen 70
what she had to say.
what is it, Laura? A toilet from
Worth's, a costume for Marlborough
house? Something very important,
see. from your face"
There was a ring of satire in his
voice which reached even the heart OF
the woman WHO loved him SO well.
NAV Vance. T like nice dresses but