Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1902-08-28

father married her to Lord Kildonan. .
"She was married against her will,
then?"
"Well some sale one thing, some
another. But | don't think myself she
] was t sort o. lass to be drove to mar
riage more mt aught else she'd no
mind to. An she was proud, and I'D
never have married t. son of dentist,
| though young Master Ned, as we
called him then, had a college school
ing like T. best of en-"
And what became of him?"
''Oh, ne went to Lon'on, and when
he came back he brought a wife wi
him. And her ladyship didn't forget
her old playmate, for she got him t.
post of agent to his lordship."
"Oh!" said the doctor quite simply
The gossiping old villager had spok-
en- in perfect good faith, and his
| listener felt rather ashamed of the less
! ingenious Interpretation which his
own impressions of the lakeside
beauty had suggested to his mind.
Therefore he discreetly allowed the
subject to drop, and a few minutes
later, having by this time reached the
outskirts of the village, the horse
stopped Of his own accord before the
third of row of fair-sized cottages,
with gardens in front of them.
''T' ovid horse knows his home"
said the old man as he got down from
the cart and gave the animal a roagh
caress down the nose. "He won't
go no further tonight, won't Smiler,
but you're only a few steps from t.
hotel now, sir, where t coaches start
for Branksome and Conismere, and If
you'll take t advice of a man as knows
t. country hereabouts, you'll stay
there and not be goin' on to Drank
some till t day breaks. r. winds
gettin' up, and t. snow'll be driftin',
and on a night as black as this you
might hap to miss t. road and turn
to t. right in t darkness might take
you bang in t lake"
Thank you heartily. | shall GER
tainly take your advice, and when the
nights rest has cleared my brains a
bit, shall get back to Conismere,
and on with my journey as fast as /
can. But by the bye, should like to
renew our acquaintance if | ever
chance to come this way again. MY
name is Armathwaite, Frank Armath-
waite"
And mines Haynes, Luke Haynes
AS for renewing of acquaintance, doc
tor, If it's as man and man, and not as
doctor and patient, | wish we may
And good luck to you on your jour
ney."
With hearty hand-shake of warm
mutual approval, the gentleman and
peasant parted, the latter leading his
horse to the stable on the opposite
side of the road, while the former
made his way to the hotel indicated
| by the old man. This was a large
solid-looking cornerbuilding, in the
center of the village, erected at an
angle formed by the meeting of two
roads. The snow was falling sc
thickly by the time Frank Armath
waite reached this place of refuge that
he made up his mind that nothing
should induce him to leave it's shelter
ing walls that night, If the interior
should come near to fulfilling the
promise of comfort held out by the
exterior. On entering the low wide
| hall, the traveller found that this
promise was more than fulfilled: it
was exceeded. He was received by
| the host, a man of about thirty-fve.
quiet, courteous, intelligent. resource
ful; shown to a room where a ma
hogany four-post bedstead high old
fashioned chimney-piece, and candles
in tall metal candlesticks, gave further
promise OF the solid, stately comfort
which had refreshed at least a couple
of generations of travellers; and lastly
led by stream of light and a well
come fragrance of dinner to the coffee
room, where grave elderly man, who
was head waiter in the season and
sole waiter out of it, indicted him
with honour to seat at a table near
the fire, where the cheerful sight of
the flames leaping amidst a pile of
Goals crowned by glowing log,
chased away the last lingering vestige
of the gloomy and fanciful melancholy
which had fastened upon him since
the morning
The dinner was we'll cooked and
good; the ale. which he frugaIly or
dered after a glance at the wine list.
excellent. When. his hunger salts
fed, Frank Armathwaite drew an arm
chair up to the fire. and running his
eyes carelessly over the Mereside
Herald and the Mereside Gazette of
the preceding Friday. found nothing
new enough or untrue enough to arrest
his attention, his thoughts travelled
back naturally to the incidents of his
broken journey; to the doing state
into which he had fallen just before
reaching Haverholme Junction: his
unaccountable escapade in getting out
of the Scotch express and into train
bound for Conismere: his foolish
freak of deciding to go out of his way
to call on old DR.. Peele; and finally
to the cold drive in the darkness and
the falling snow, and his weird intro
duction, by chance light from a cot
tagewindow, to the dazzling beauty
OF Lady Kildonan. At this point of
his reverie he heard the well-secured
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