Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1902-05-12


to her because it held him, her life
most precious to her because he
wished to share it. Now more than
ever she 1onged for the day when the
advertisements should appear and set
her free.
CHAPTER l..
One morning, when Angela had put
away the Times, feeling sad and dis
appointed because the .looked-for ad-
vertisement did not appear, Mrs.
Bowen came to see her about some
little matter, and the young girl began
talking to her of the country and the
neighborhOod.
what is the very large house with
tall white towers which we can see
from the park?" she asked.
THAT is Culdale Hail. answered
Mrs. Bowen. Lord and Lady Culdale
live there; and | hear that they have
returned with large party of guests.
They generally return to the Hall
about the middle of June" And Mrs
Bowen went on to describe the wealth
said the loyal servant, that they rank
so high as the Arleighs-my lady
takes precedence of Lady Culdale-
but they are very rich. Nearly all
Culdale belongs to them"
care they old people?" asked An
gela. s.-..
mo; they are quite young. I have
heard that Lord Culdale is thought to
be rather a fast man, and I have
been told that Lady Culdale is too
fond of cards-a strange taste for a
young lady-but then we must not be-
lieve gossip"
care the two families intimate?'
asked Angela. eva
"Well, I should not use that word in
speaking of them. They are friendly,
but they do not visit much; Lady
Arleigh is considered very proud.
hear that they have a very gay party
at Culdale now, and amongst them is
a famous London beauty; forget her
name" Perhaps had she remGm-
bered it, a great tragedy might have
been avoided.
did Lord Arleigh visit them while
he was at homer asked Angela.
mo, not this time, think. I never
heard him say so. You should see
Culdale Hall, Miss Charles; it is well
worth visit rf
But Angela took no especial interest
in it. Had she known who was there,
probably sc would have done So
The household of Brantome Hall,
during the summer months, attended
services at ST. Cuthbert's church,
Culdale-there was no other church
nearer-and on Sunday morning after
Lord Arleigh had left the Hall, Mrs.
Bowen went to Angela.
miss Charles" she said, 81 am
going to ST. Cuthbert' church. this
morning; would you like to go with
me? You have not been to church
since you have been mere"
Il should like it very much" she
replied. In her simple, loving heart
there arose a great desire to go. It
was not, perhaps, quite prudent, as
she was so DESTROYS to concealing her
whereabouts; but then, as she
thought, the risk would be small for
she would see no one who knew her,
and, besides, she would wear a thick
black veil. 81 will go with pleasure,
she added.
Angela never forgot the beauty, the
calm Of that Sabbath day, and her
heart, naturally full of devotion. was
raised to Heaven in earnest, loving
gratitude for all the manifold blessings
she saw around her in luxuriant
nature.
The church stood on hill that over
looked the sea- and the chime of the
bells seemed to float away over the
restless waves. st. Cuthbert's was an
ancient edifice, with a battlementnd
tower from which rose a tall, grace
ful spire that seemed to penetrate the
blue ether. The interior was quaint
and picturesque; there was a curious,
oak-groined roof, and the walls were
freely adorned with tablets, over
which the windows of stained glass
shed subdued and solemn light.
1--WE can use the family pew" said
Mrs. Bowen, not ill-pleased to show
her Importance. 81 always do, when
my lady is not at home"
A few minutes later Angela found
herself seated in the comfortable, old
fashioned pew belonging to the
Arleish family. The little church was
we'll filed, and, with a hasty glance
round, she saw that some elegantly
dressed ladies were near her.
The Culdale party!" whispered
Mrs. Eowen; and Angela raised her
eyes, when, 10, they fell on the dark,
beautiful face of Gladys Rane!
With a stifed groan, her face I'M
naturally pale, her limbs trembling.
Angela fell back in her seat For
tunately no one had noticed the
slender yelled figure, all eyes being
directed toward the radiant love- ness
of Gladys Rane. When Angela re-
CoVerd herself, she looked again. half