Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1902-09-18
q Woman' S Face
FLORENCE WARDEN

said, simply:
"Dr. Armathwaite-Mr. Crosmont
mot her husband, surely" thought
Frank.
I Mr.. Crosmont rose, taking off his
reading-spectacles hastily, and held
out his hand. He was a man of the
middle height, with a beard and a
! fringe of reddish hair turning rapidly
grey, undistinguished features, and
mild, dreamy blue eyes.
/ 81 daresay you know, Dr. Arma-
thwaite, that a stranger in this part
of the world, at this time Of the year,
is worth kings ransom" said he,
with evident pleasure at the meeting,
| which was, 1t was also easy to see,
| quite unexpected on his side.
But If you once let the world know
how they may expect to be treated
here, you will be overrun with them, y
said Armathwaite. gratefully.
Mr.. Crosmont glanced inquiringly
at the lady, who seemed for the mo-
ment rather disconnected; at least.
she answered with her eyes cast
down.
I was at the corner of the road by
the lake, when I saw someone making
straight for the water; in another mo-
ment he would have been in, would
you not?" she ended, turning appeal
ingly to the young doctor.
Indeed | should" said Arma.
thWaite, earnestly. 81 had lost my
way altogether. You saved my life. "
But what were you doing out
there by the lake on a night like this %
asked Mr. Crosmont. not at all salts
fed.
"Oh, never mind, daddy, it was only
one of my FRANKS; these high winds
always get into my head, you know,
and blow all the brains away"
Were you waiting for Edwin" he
then asked in a very gentle and sym.
pathetic tone.
She hesitated like SCHOOLGIRL
| then raised her head with what seemed
to be an impulse of straightforward
almost defiant honesty.
mo"
HIN, thought not" muttered Mr.
/ Crosmont. and then he turned again
to the visitor. do you know the lake
country well?' he asked at is
rather risky thing to travel about
here at night if you do not
1T is my first visit: and | cam
hope to see much of it, for tomorrow
afternoon | must be in Glasgow"
As he said this, some impulse he die
not recognise made him to look a.
Mrs. Crosmont. She was sitting ON :
sofa, and was unrolling one corner o.
| a large piece of some bright.colored
| needlework. The moment his glance
fell upon her she slowly raised heI
eyes until they met his. and at the
same time he felt conviction break
in suddenly upon his mind that the
next evening would find him still in
the lake country. And then again
came upon him the same unaccount-
able impulse that had before moved
him, his present surroundings dimly
fading till he saw again before him
the flashing eyes and superb beauty
OF Lady kildonan. This intuition was
instantly followed by fierce impulse
Of rebellion against the will that dared
to assert a power to overcome his
own. He looked a second time at the
lady, this time with a strongly antago-
nistic feeling; again he met her eyes.
but his irritation melted instantly. for
he saw only very sweet woman's
lace wearing plaintive and as it
seemed to him, beseeching expression.
Armathwaite, who was sitting in front
of the fire between his host and host
, ess, felt that, in spite of all the ex-
element of his journey and of his
introduction to this kindly household.
he was going off again into a strange
and feverish reverie like that which
had possessed him at the Mereside
hotel early in the evening. He made
an attempt to rise, but so clumsily
that II attracted the attention of his
| companions, and at sign from the
| lady Mr.. CroSmont put his arm
within that of the young man. and
] suggesting that the room was too
warm after the keen night air, led him
! OF to have glass of wine. Arma.
| thwaite felt grateful for this kindness.
and indignant with himself for need
ing 1t. A proverb among his acQuaint-
ances for power alike of mind and of
muscle, how on earth came he to
double up morally and physically
under the puny influences of a warm
room and woman's not particularly
| handsome pyaSS
He felt better as soon as he got
into the cooler air of the hall. or out
of the radius of the eve; he was not
sure which was the restorative. AT
any rate, by the time they had
reached the dining-room, and Mr., Cros-
mont had poured him out glass OF
sherry. he was himself again. was
secretly SOOTHING at his feverish and
ridiculous fancy concerning kind.
hearted lady who had saved his life
and created him with unexampled
hospitality, and was wondering hard
what il was that. in spite of the mu
tual affection of its master and mis-
tress, the charm of the old rooms
snd the warm kindness of the wei
come he had received, made a false
note in the harmony. and impressed
him. stranger that he was, with the
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