Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1902-10-30
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eyes always will have your own way.
But II only / could do anything to
make the country endurable to you it
would make both my husband and me
so happy. / know it is dull for you
to live cast up on hill like this when
you have been used to lots OF society
and admiration in town, and you
haven't the resources of a thorough
bred rustic like me. But whenever
you like to come up to The Crags, we
will welcome you like the flowers in
May"
Without meeting her eyes, she
shook hands with Alma, who an
swered quietly: Thank, you, l am
sure you will"
Lady Kildonan then turned to the
gentlemen. Uncle Hugh, / know it
is of no use to ask you to come to
luncheon without your little one |
am disappointed of my prey for today
at any rate. DIR. Armathwaite," she
held out her hand to him, you told
me last night you had not five minutes
to spare in Mereside. AS / see you
strong to make you change your mind,
| still hope to see you at The Crags
in day or two"
Armathwaite started, and STAN
mered as he answered. For indeed
Glasgow and his appointment there
had been thrust out of his mind by the
incidents OF the night and morning.
Il 4. 4
he. But at this very moment / ought
to be on my way north. was de-
tanned by an accident, and then by the
kind hospitality of Mr.. and Mrs. Cros-
mont. was just going to ask for a
Bradshaw"
Again his eyes felt impelled to meet
those of Mrs. Crosmont, who said in a
soft voice:
And DR.. Peele?"
"You are going to see DIR. Peele?"
broke in Lady Kildonan, brightly.
Then | can do you service after all.
am going to Branksome now; I will
drive you to the doctors house. No
no excuse; / am in benevolent mood
this morning, and l absolutely must
oblige somebody, either with Their
will or against it. Go and put on your
ulster, and hey presto! Wen be gone;
for I've kept my poor ponies waiting
too long. and can see that I've worn
out Mrs. Crosmont's patience"
Armathwaite thanked her. made q
courteous speech to his hostess, ant
went into the hall in search of his
overcoat. A servant had taken II
away on the preceding evening to
shake the snow off, and as he looked
for it among the coats which were
banging on the stand, one of the
maids, dark-eyed. bright-looking girl
called Agnes, came rushing like tor
nado down the passage to inform him
that she would fetch 1t. and returned
In few moments, all smiles and
friendly giggles. with the overcoat on
her arm. Agnes was coquette OF
renown. and would always contrive to
be noticed by any man, high or low
who pleased her fancy. She helped
him on with his coat, and took the
opportunity to compliment him on his
courage in sleeping in the haunted
room.
well Nanny and Nanny r. the
other housemaid, sir-we said we
wouldn't have slept in that room. no
not II II was ever SOL"
This rather vague assertion was
emphasized as though II clinched the
question.
"why, you're not afraid of ghosts
surely!"
ooh, we'll, l don't know but what
might snap my fingers at them in any
other house: but in this one sees such
funny things sometimes that I'm sure
it's enough to make anybody turn in
his grave, or even come out of It. te
see the goings on!"
Agnes, delighted to have a chance
of pouring forth such chatter as coulf
not fail, she felt. to be interesting, was
arranging his coat collar with great
pains when another and shriller voic,
from the passage behind them mad,
her start. Both she and Armathwaitt
turned. and found themselves con
fronted by Nanny, who was tall ant
buxom blonde with face like al
overblown baby. and silky fair hal
that curled in little natural tendril.
round her pretty head. She held he
arms a.kimbo. and her infantile feat
ures expressed much indignation.
For shame. Agnes" she said hotly
but in a sufficiently subdued tone 70
her words to travel very little furthe
than the person she was addressing
ito talk i'll of your own mistress, an,
she as kind lady as ever lived. an,
you pretty one to talk. indeedl An
nice thing of you to be prating +
strangers, and you just the first pei
son who might be caught tiippin
yourself one of these days. And no
even knowing whether II mayn't be al
right, which I'm sure II is. too. and NJ
business of yours il it wasn't. Telling
tales on your own bread-and-butter
Won garments tooth yout.