Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1902-10-30
q Woman' S Face
FLORENCE WARDEN

70 the interruption with calculations
of wounded pride. seemed really
ashamed of herself, and withdrew
without further gossip. But on the
other hand it reused Armathwaite to
maddening pitch of anxiety, for it
strengthened mis- belief that there was
some mystery about the treatment of
Mrs. Crosmont which, if he was to be
of any gervice to her, he must manage
to solve. The two maids had scarcely
disappeared, whispering, down the
| passage, when the drawingToom door
opened, and the ladies came out, fol-
| lowed by Uncle Hugh, who accompa-
MED Lady Kildonap to the gate, and
helped her into the sleigh Arma-
inmate got in beside her, and noticed,
as he did so, the figure and walk of
the groom, who was a little slim lad
of seventeen or eighteen. This inspec-
ton caused him to decide that, al
though it was Ned Crosmont who had
been driving when the lady dropped
her handkerchief on the preceding
evening, it was this young man who
had taken his place when the sleigh
stopped at old Peggy's cottage. Lady
Kildonan was clever enough to per-
ceive the look of curiosity In her COM
panion's eyes.
you look as IL you thought you
had discovered secret" she said,
laughing, as she took the reins and
the ponies began to descend the hill.
Doctors are men to be trusted, we all
know, so | don't mind confessing that
II have to drive long way after
dusk, and want more muscular pro-
ector than poor little Martin could
prove in an emergency, l get Ned
Crosmont to meet me at Peggy's CO.
tage, and he borrows Martins coat and
goes with me, while the lad toasts his
toes over jug of beer till we come
back again. You see, in a place like
this, all the neighbors would be agape
If poor Ned were recognised driving
me about, although we've been play
fellows ever since we were mites in
the nursery"
But surely it's a great risk. 1t
would be SO much worse II he were
recognized in--in spite of everything. "
mo fear of that. I'm independent
of any arm but my own as long as day
light lasts. and look at the pace my
little ponies go!"
Then that lad-how can you dare
trust to his discretion"
She turned her head and made the
young doctor meet her eyes, which
were speaking with the serene con
seriousness of triumphant beauty.
How can /? All, as you are not q
woman. I'm afraid | can't explain il
to YOU"
There was something that Jared
condescending to use the power oil
her brilliant beauty to cajole a ser
want into silence; but at the same
moment that upward gaze through the
golden-brown lashes of her eyes sci
the tide in his own blood running fast
You really couldn't be hard upon a
woman for getting by look the ODE
dience that money wouldn't buy. She
seemed to read a trace of disapproval
in his silence, and when she spoke
again it was with some moving pas.
sion in her voice.
ut is so easy to be hard on a WON,
an, and say she ought to be as open
as the day in every little thing, and
never deceive her husband about SO
much as the price of a scrap of rib
bon; and of course it would be much
better and pleasanter too if one could
do like that. But if you are married
to a dear old Sobersides of Scotch.
mani don't want to complain of him,
for he's very good, kind old thing as
long as one keeps off the bawbees, and
doesn't touch upon religion. and likes
an evening spent in silent contempla-
ton of the opposite wall-why, you
must find some vent to your pent-up
vitality, IL it's only in taking a sleigh.
drive to the other end of the estate
with poor dash of romance in IL in
the shape of an old sweetheart dis.
guised in a coat that doesn't belong to
him! There, there. now I've made my
confession. Look grave over It II
you like,"
1t Armathwaite had not remembered
the neglected wife who suffered by
these escapades, he could scarcely
have felt inclined to look grave at all
SO piteous even in Imagination was
the picture of this beautiful. brilliant
woman tied to dry-as-dust Scotch
man thirty years her senior. But what
on earth did she marry him for9 The
interest he naturally felt in this and
kindred questions made him rather
glad than otherwise when, after a
r drive of about half an hour. Lady Kill
r DOMAIN, pointing with her whip to q
, handsome, modern. warm.looking. red
! brick house, built in the Tudor style
! standing halfway up a steep hill
| which they had Just begun to ascend
, at gallop, said:
: That oh. stranger, is the pirates
Z lair! BY which l mean only that in
stead of taking you direct to Drank
I II have