Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1902-12-11
STORY for an
Hole bour
HIS DAUGHTERS LOVER.

The cabinet minister paced I'M
easily up and down his study. There
was a look Of perplexity in his eyes
and frown upon his brow; and anon,
as he paused and gazed at the we'll
lined book shelves that crowded one
side of the wall, no answering in
SEPARATION came to solve the great
problem that harassed his mind.
Slowly but surely the ministry of
which Sir owen Wenham was so inn
portant member was crumbling, its
fall being only question of months,
perhaps weeks. Not that that troubled
him to any great extent--no govern
ment lasted forever, and this one had
enjoyed particularly long innings
but II was his own personal reputation
as a statesman of which he was so
Jealous.
AS recently as two days ago he had
had occasion to differ from his col
leagues on vital point of policy, and
tonight was expected to make an i'm
partant announcement at q great
political meeting.
Once more he paced the study, and
then casually took up copy of that
mornings Times. Yes, there was a
loophole, undoubtedly. His absence
might occasion disappointment; GER
tainly not surprise. He read the
paragraph over again.
"Sir owen Wenham is, by his
physicians advice, stin confined to
his room; but It is hoped he will have
sufficiently recovered from his slight
indisposition to fulfill his engagement
at Metersfield this evening"
Should he attend or not? The de-
cision must be made quickly, for II he
resolved 10 adopt the former course
In an hours time he would have to
catch the express to the Midland town.
In either case he had promised to
wire.
He touched the electric bell to sum-
mon his secretary. whom he imagined
to be still somewhere near, and then
itatingly-hesitatio was an UNI
usual thing with him-began to fill up
telegram form.
Before Sir owen had time to reply
girls arms were around his neck, and
dainty pair of lips kissing the
rapidly enlarging bald spot at the
back of her fathers head.
isn't Drakefield about?" he asked
II rang for him.
Gle left just now. | suppose he'll
be back directly" she answered
"But, dearie"-wheeling around and
kissing the wrinkled forehead
whats the matter? Thinking out an
other silly speech?"
Are all speeches silly, madam" he
inquired, with affected severity
some are not, know"
"Of course | don't mean yours.
never hear or listen to others
political speeches. | mean"
Exactly: 81 you might not have
such high opinion of your fathers"
20. it's not that. Yours always take
up three or four columns of the news
paper, and after that one somehow
feels she's had enough. No, | dom
mean that
what, then, do you mean?" the
baronet asked good-naturedly. :"
always thought efforts like Veering''
appealed TO you most. The reports
are condensed into few lines"
20, yes; but the speeches OF radi
calls are amusing. Father, why can
you be a radicalg"
This time Sir Owen laughed aloud
and then. returning TO his desk, com
pleted the telegram he had been writ
ing when the girl entered.
when Dyakefield comes, send hin
to me-" he remarked.
Eyes, O, there's some one down
stairs wishes TO see you. | said
thought it rather an inopportun'
moment. just when you're on e
Metersield."
who is it? Why wasn't his caro-
brought up in the ordinary way!
TITS Mr.. veering."
"yeering, veeringl" he repeated
"What can he want? Unless
The girl took her fathers arm, ano
looked up pleadingly into his face.
Hes come for me-" she murmured