Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1903-06-18
q Uoman' S Face
FLORENCE WARDEN

mont reasoned with her fears, told her
that she must not lose her courage,
her high spirit now; she must bear up
for his sake, and remember that he
had borne this risk again for her
though Armathwaite, diverted by these
words from the woman to the man,
was struck by the unhealthy, hectic
| light that shone out like a marsh
/ fire from the agents sunken eyes, and
by the unhealthy lush that had re-
placed the habitual pallor of his drawn
and sallow face. He had only time
for one glance when the man and wo-
man ,together-so much absorbed, she
| in herself and he in her, that they saw
nothing in the gloom before them to
warn them, to silence them-came
suddenly, arm linked in arm, upon
the two motionless figures awaiting
! them.
Lord Kildonan stepped forward and
confronted them, the sickly light of
Pickering sas-lamp high above fall
ling on his figure. on what could be seen
of his face. The words froze on
their guilty lips; the blood leaped up,
and then seemed to stagnate in their
veins as the cold eyes pierced them.
Crosmont stopped, and stared up, as
still as dead man, shattered, con-
founded, without word, without a cry.
Lady Kildonan, with hoarse and
broken shrek that rang in hideous
echoes through the huge bare station,
staggered back, back, with starting
eyes and struggling breath, until, be-
fore they could stop her, before they
had even time to realize the danger
/ she was in, she reached the edge of the
! platform, and with last fatal back
ward STEP fell with a moan on the
metals. Lord Kildonan sprang down
like young man, lifted her in his
arms, stared into her face When
Armathwaite joined him, the old
| Scotchman's face was all broken up
with passionate anxiety, his voice was
broken and weak like a childs.
/ 81 have not killed her, Frank, have
|? Speak, boy, speak," he said in a
! husky whisper, as he lifted the head
that hung limp and powerless on his
shoulder.
Armathwaite, whose professional in
! stinct had given him back all his calm
at the moment of the accident, look 4
at her. touched her.
mol" he said briefly; "she is not
dead. We must get her on the plat
| form! Crosmont!"
| This call to the young man, who
was still standing like a statue with
dull eyes and leadeh limbs, woke him
to life and action. He would have
helped to raise the PROSTATE woman,
but Lord Kildonan, in his coolest,
harshest tone, forbade him to touch
her. The latter, with the assistance of
Armathwaite, lifted her on to the plat
form just as the Branksome train
steamed slowly up towards them.
Frank suggested that she ought to re-
main in Liverpool that night-that it
would be dangerous for her to travel.
Her head had fallen on the metals;
no one could tell yet what injury she
had sustained. Lord Kildonan was
Iimmovable
"She must go home!" he said.
briefly.
"And if it would kill her, my lord %
I'VE can still perhaps save her repu-
tation," said Lord Kildonan in his
coolest tone
But he was deeply moved. He never
took his eyes off his wife's white face
as they carried her into a compart-
ment and laid her on the seat. Cros-
mont still stood on the platform, and
Armathwaite went back to him. and
laid his hand on his arm.
The agent was shivering like man
with ague.
Come" said Armathwaite, "you
must come back with u.s."
NO, no. said Crosmont, hoarsely.
What, would you leave the woman
to bear the brunt of it alone! You
couldn't do that, Crosmont. Come"
He dared not leave the man, in his
miserable state, to pass the night
alone. When this fit of benumbed
stupor had passed of, he would be
desperate, dangerous. He must come
After some few moments appeal
warning him that Lady Kildonan was
perhaps dying, the doctor induced
D him to take his place in the next com
partment to that in which the hus
{ band and wife, weirdly reunited. were
| travelling. Then, after exactly g
promise from the agent that he would
I not try to escape. he rejoined Lore
Il Klidonan and the unconscious woman.
6 1t was a terrible return-journey
| During all the four cold. monotonous
I hours Lady Kildonan lay almost with
out movement. from time to time nut
r tering a few words to herself in
d coherently, or opening her eyes Will
d the blank stare of . doll, only to clos,
S them again automatically without hav
r ing taken in any impression. The cold
o grey morning broke gradually. show
D ing bare, desolate hills and moors OF
e either side of the line through chill
VI ing veil of fine rain. The air grew