Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1902-02-22
CHAPTER v11.-tContinued.)


for Italy.
FLORENCE is the most brilliant and gay
of all the Italian cities just at present"
said Sir Hubert; 1--WE will go there"
This time he went to hotcl there was
no time for taking house. and it seem
ed to him that, for a change. hotel life
would be pleasant. They went to the
Hotel San Marco, where several English
people of rank and fortune were staying
Sir Hubert looked down the list Of Wis
itorc' names. then entered his-Mr. and
Mrs. Leigh.
Irene smiled as she read 1t.
Suppose" she said, there are people
here who know you; they will wonder
why you call yourself Mr.. Leigh"
II shall not tell them" he answered.
'There are no personal friends of mine
on the list. II seems to be u very nice
hotel; we shall be most comfortable here.
/ think"
A magnificent suite of apartments was
allotted to Mr.. and Mrs. Leigh with their
servants.
'Shall we join the table d'hotr?' asked
Sir Hubert. of his fair young wife. 1T
will be more cheerful, but not 80 ,!igui.
fed"
IL shall like It best" she replied.
One week passed happily enough: they
drove round the beautiful cnvirons of
fair Florence; they visited the picture
galleries, the palaces. the gardens and
one evening. when dinner was over, and
they werr sitting on the broad terrace
that overlooked the Arno, a party Of
English people arrived-Lord and Lady
Glendayer. with their three tall, gaunt
daughters. The whole party came upon
the terrace. and before Sir Hubert had
time even TO look around, Lord Glendnyer
came up to him. Everyone was looking
at them, or he would not, perhaps, have
acted just as he did.
"lIOw do you do. Sir 1ulbcrtT" said
my lord, In his loud. CHEEKY voice. II
did not anticipate the pleasure Of seeing
you here"
The handsome face grew. dark with
annoyance and pale with passion.
II beg your pardon he said, quickly,
you"
Lord Glendnycr smiled.
1T Is not a very pleasant matter TO be
90 completely forgotten. Let me remind
you, Sir Hubert, I met you at an an.
nual dinner at the Frccmasons' Hall"
He was interrupted.
the barOnct. IL am Mr.. Leigh"
"Nay, cannot surely be mistaken"
said Lord Glendaycr. I'VE sat talking
for half an hour about the income tax.
! cannot be mistaken"
Then II you are not mistaken, do not
know my own name," said Sir Hubert,
hauphtily. II hope to he believed when
! insist that ! am Mr.. Leigh"
Lord Glendayer bowed and retired; tn
conversation had been quite public, but
did not excite much comment. "Alistak.
en- identity" people said, as they smiled
at each other, "and really some OF these
good English do resemble each other 80
much"
ibid he really know you. IIulbertY"
said Irene, lust as he said he didY
"Yes. I am afraid SO. my darling" he
replied.
"why did YOU not tell him the truthy'
she asked.
II could not. must have introduced
you"
Sand why not, rather than offend an
old friend?" she asked.
'lie Is not an old friend; and no one
knows, sweet, better than you, that
cannot Introduce you as my wife at pres
ent."
That seemed plausible enough, but
Irene was going up the grand staircase
alone that evening when Miss Glendaycr.
a lady Of strong character and rather
passce appearance, passed her by. Irene
stopped to make room for her, and somo
little courtesies passed between them.
Suddenly, from the broad corridor, Lady
Glendayer, tall, awful and solemn, APP
pcared.
Matilda" she said, ito whom are you
talkingY"
Dear mamma, to Mrs. Leigh" she re.
Piled.
II do not know such a person." said
my lady, "and In hotel Of this kind you
cannot be too careful. want You at
once"
Miss Glendayer looked into the blushing
face Of the beautiful girl.
"'rhere IL some mistake" she cried;
mamma cannot possibly know that 1t Is
you."
"There Is no mistake" cried my lady.
Your papa may have made one--they
are not IN my way; have not made an.
other"
II am very sorry" said Miss Glen
dayer, as she hastened away. leaving
Irene indignant and amazed. At once
she went to Sir Hubert and told him
what had happened. He would not lot
her see how greatly he was angered.
Take no notice Of II. darling" he said;
1T Is some foolish mistake. In my hum.
BILE opinion the half OF the people In tho
world are mad--that old lady could not
have been sane"
And shortly thereafter they returned
TO their native land.
CHAPTER VIII.
II must be near London" said Sir HUI |
bert, when the question Of wh,re they
should live came to be settled. "YOu will
be happier IL we are where we will see
each other often"
He never forgot the eyes Of distress
that she raised to his face.
"Shall We not always be together 40
we are hereY" she asked.
mo; that would be quite impossible,
Irene. ! have great house--palace, / |
might call it-of my own In Mayfair, but
do not live there. 1t is called Estmere
House. An old lady, Instantly related to
mo tnkas 1nra Of IL fnv ,no \ ,nIl,,,