Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-07-04
CHAPTER LII.

He assured her that there was nothln'
to fear; the young lady wanted RES
and nourishment. He would return
in the evening and see how she was
He sent a message to Mrs. Ingram lt
say that there was no need fol
anxiety; but he went home with
grave face and sad heart. Who was
she, this beautiful, winsome, helpless
girl? How had she drifted into
the old-fashioned mansion of Queen;
Elm? She was not related to the
Ingram family. He knew every mem
Der of it: he had attended them fol-
many years. He could not under
stand why she had said that she must
not speak in that house above all
others. She was no relative, no
friend, simply the companion whom
every one knew Mrs. Ingram had en-
gagged to amuse and attend her.
There was mystery He could not
make it out Only one thing was
plain to him, and that was that she
must be persuaded TO go back to her
husband. He thought to himself,
with an indulgent smile, that she was
most probably a spoilt child who ran
away from home in some sudden
pique, and was hiding under the dis
guise of lady's companion. He had
come across one or two romances in
the course of his professional career:
this was another, with certainly the
fairest heroine man ever dreamed of.
The good doctor promised himself
that he would go back to her that
evening, that he would persuade her
to trust him, to tell him her story, to
let him act for her. He was deeply
interested in her. as Is the nature of
man to be deeply interested in a
beautiful woman; he would not rest
until he saw her happy and reconciled
to her husband. He felt grieved for
her, there in her loneliness, with no
friend or companion. no one in whom
to trust or confde.
But | will make it all right this
evening" he said to himself.
While Violet, left to herself. went
almost mad from excess of emotion,
the doctor had left a sleeping
draught, which he said was to be
given to her at once: but all the
sedatives ever thought or dreamed of
would not have brought rest to her.
Was is joy or despair Was it
pleasure or pain? Was It wonder?
Was it regret? She sprang from the
bed. The faintness and the languor
had disappeared under the stimulus of
what she had heard; a burning fever
seemed to course through her veins;
yet her face was white and her hands
were cold rs death; her eyes were
aflame, her lips were quivering. She
knelt first with frantic cry 20
Heaven; then she rose with wall of
pain, and paced the room.
What shall do? What must I
do?" was the burden of her cry.
Then a feverish longing to go away
seized her, Il cannot stay here" she
said; 81 must go away"
Then fresh longing came to her.
it was to lie down on the pretty white
bed and never open her eyes again.
For the news the doctor had told
her was startling enough. In a few
months she would be the mother Of a
little child and she did not know
whether to rejoice or to grieve. III
she had been living at peace and in
union with her husband, her happiness
would have been without hounds or
limits; but she had left him. and had
ahnuiled her own marriage. II il
should please Heaven to bless her
with little son. he would be Baron
hyyers of Ryversdale. How could
she persist in hating the aristocracy
when' If Heaven did send her a son.
ne would be an aristocrat?
what would Randolph say? She
remembered his great love for chill.
iren, and how often he had said To
her that his one fervent prayer was
mat Heaven would bless him with a
son Once, as they were standing On
the bridge at Saltzburg. watching the
laStnowing river, he had said to her
quite suddenly:
violet, If ever Heaven blesses as
win son. | shall call him Byno." in
remembrance OF the dear old woods
where first met YOU"
She had laughed carelessly at the
tih'. Now the words came back 70
her and pierced her heart.
II Randolph knew-he who had al.
ways been so kind to her-how
ueVotedly he would tend her? But
ne did not know. and most probably
was with Miss MARI No; that must
never be now. Suddenly Randolph
seemed to have grown doubly dear &C
her Then the difficulty Of her posi-
uon dawned upon her. What was sh,
70 DO? OF all houses in the world
her secret must never be known her
She must so at once. Gradually al
otner thoughts and ideas resolved
themselves into the decision that sh,
must leave Queens Elm. When III,
guoctor returned that evening, sh,
must not be there; she must so a
once and leave no tract, no address,
pehind her To her bewildered min,
u''s one thing was clear. She dresse,
nerset and rang for the housekeeper
10 You want to kill yourself. Mis-