Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1901-11-18

| Then, turning TO MN, she auQGu
Vance, you whom all women seem 10
love and admire, could surely win AT
gels regard if you tried
He knew that he could never win
the girls confidence, for he under
stood perfectly well that it was toc
truthful instinct of her soul that ross
against him; still he answered:
"You may still rely upon me, Laura
to do my best to overcome her preju
dice; but at present she is unap-
speaking to me. | assure you that
/ find making friends with her very
uphill work Still do not despair
and trust it will all come right in
time"
81 never anticipated this trouble,
sighed Lady Rooden.
"It is trouble that will soon be
over" said Captain Wynyard. when
we are once married, and Angela sees
that opposition is useless, she will
give way
"She cannot resist you if you try Sc
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urged Lady Rooden.
| 81 admire her all the more for her
fidelity to her fathers memory. 1t
shows what loyal nature she has.
''It is very kind of you," said her
ladyship, ito bear with this unpleas-
antness for my sake"
''Ah, Laura, darling, do not say
that! There is nothing in the wide
world that I would not bear for your
sake"
Believing him implicitly, the weak
| loving woman was supremely happy
and wondered more than ever at her
daughters grief
That same evening witnessed a very
different scene. A woman with a
dark, lovely, despairing face stood on
the balcony of London mansion
stood in the midst of flowers, her
dress of rich, wine-colored velvet fall
ing in graceful folds around her
clasping the strong hands of a man in
her own, as she said:
'Is it really true? I cannot believe
it. When is it to be?''
early in July" the man replied
gloomily; "but, darling, my heart is
not in it. I love you with all the pas
sion of my soul-you, and you only;
but I must have money, and you, my
darling, have none. 1 would to Heaven
you had the fortune which is hers! -
he added, with a sigh.
81 shall die! / cannot bear it," she
sobbed
A sinister look crossed the mans
face.
81 have an idea that all will be well
for us yet" he said.
And the man who uttered the dis.
loyal words was Captain Vance Wyn.
yard; the woman who listened to
them was Gladys Rane!
CHAPTER XIII.
No wedding that took place in Lon
don during that season created such
a Juror as that of Lady Rooden, to
be known in the future as Lady Laura
| Wynyard. The beauty of the bride
! the fair loneliness of her young daugh
ter, her ladyship's great wealth, the
popularity of the bridegroom, all com
bined to make the marriage one Of the
events Of the season. The ceremony
took place on a bright July morning
and was witnessed by large and
fashionable gathering. The toilets
were most elegant, and the wedding
was pronounced a great success.
There were two heavy hearts in the
midst of the fashionable throng. An
CELIA, in superb costume that had
been devised for her, looked pale and
unhappy, though Lady Rooden had
begged that she would not look miser
able on this, the happiest day of hel
life
ut would spoil my wedding, as wei
as make every one uncomfortable
and set the tongue of scandal going
Do look bright, Angel, for my sake"
And Angela did her best to please
her mother. Yet her best was very
poor-almost failure. Do what she
would. her eyes were Swallowed with
pain and her face reflected none OF
the happiness that shone in her
mothers.
/ Most of those present thought the
wedding a most brilliant one. Few
saw beneath the surface; those who
did predicted that Lady Rooden's
daughter would have no enviable fu
ture. There were some who, know
ing what the eX-captain's past life had
been, felt nothing but keen sympathy
and pity for the hapless lady whom
he was marrying for her money. 9th
ers, who during the preceding season
had seen his entire devotion to the
beautiful Gladys Rane, shrewdly
guessed how this union must end
But those were few amongst that
brilliant crowd
Unnoticed in the gallery stood q
tall, graceful woman dressed in dark
colOrs, with closely yelled face. Nc
one dreamed of the hot, bitter tears