Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1902-07-24
vENGEp.

Marjory Davenport sat ON the rose
covered veranda alone with hel
thoughts.
Her black chiffon gown fell about
her in soft, filmy folds; there was no
touch of color about her entire cos.
tune, but single white rose nestled
in the raven strands of her hair and
We'd strangely with the creaminess vi
her skin
One might have called her a study
in black and white./ but a fin-de-siecle
young man coming up the broad ave-
nue. at that moment thought her a
study in the most beautiful tones that
life could produce
Hang it all" he said soto voce, Il
cannot find out if the girl loves me on
not, but, by Jove, I'll have her or lie.
All, Miss Davenport, how dye-do
Why, did l startle you You look as
IL you had seen the de-ahem. his
satanic majesty himself"
Mr.. Churchill, | was in medita-
tive mood and my thoughts were sad
ones"
When Marjory heard the first .lote
OF Guy Churchill's voice her eyes mad
flashed anger, hate and bitterness all
in one. Instinctively she had turned
to' beat precipitate retreat, but Il
small demon whispered: Stay; re,
venge is near; be sweet"
Just two months ago Alice, the
young fair sister of Marjory, nad
closed her violet eyes forever. Wen
knew Marjory who had broken that
darling heart.
Well she knew, too, the night of the
Bretons' ball, when Alice, the
promised bride of Guy Churchill, had
discovered his faithlessness-had ovel-
heard him confess his love to and
for another maiden.
Alice had told Marjory all and had
ordered her carriage earlier than the
others, pleading fatigue; how Marjory
had gone home to find her sister on the
couc--, her young life crushed ana
blighted.
All this Marjory remembered, and
the whole panorama swept before ner
In one agonizing, overwhelming wave,
as the smooth, suave voice of Guy
Churchill smote the silence.
Sitting her natural impulses, she
summoned her most gracious manners
and before Guy Churchill left his head
fairly swan with brightend hopes. A
man of the world, who had played
with hearts by the score, at last mad
lost his own, and as his associates
said: Guy, old man, l told you that
your time would come, and it's 20
wonder now; but to be candid. a more
frozen beauty l never saw. Truly. a
rare type. Sometimes, she reminds
me of snow queen, but then-Guy
could cause heart to beat even IL
that
AS usual, Guy was playing a win.
ming card, and in a few weeks from
the time in which he began to press
his ardent suit he felt that he vas
really in an enviable position.
1t was on one evening, when his
lucky star was in it's zenith, that
some of the intimate friends of
Marjory and Guy had assembled at
the latter's luxurious bachelor apart
ments, where he intended to introduce
Marjory as his bride-elect.
"Marjory DEAR" he whispered, "ne,-
er was man more blessed than -
what have / done to deserve such IN
angel?"
Could Guy Churchill have seen the
expression in Marjorys eyes at that
moment, as she silently bent her head
he might have wondered at her follow
ing WORDS: do you then, love me SO
much? Oh, then / am perfectly happy
perfectly happy! My dearest wish
is granted-Guy."
Twas brilliant, successful affair.
Surely Guy Churchill was supremeIy
contented, and his eyes fairly shone
with love and alteration.
1t was near the close of the evening,
and all eyes suddenly turned toward
Marjory, for she had risen and cross
ing the entire length of the spacious