Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1903-05-28
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than he had ever before seen her;
dressed in pearly-white silk embroider-
ed with gold, little more handsomely,
without doubt, than most ladies who
give dinner-parties in the country, she
looked more like an idealized picture
of a queen than fesh-and-blood
provincial beauty. Armathwaite felt,
as he looked at her. that he could not
stand by and see this lovely woman
run her dainty head into a moose, even
If it were prepared by the most
cruelty deceived husband in the world,
without an effort to make her avoid
her danger. He hoped with all his
heart as he ran towards him, that she
was going to overwhelm him with ac-
cusations, repreaches, to tell him that
she had discovered that a trap had
been set for her, and to taunt him
with being concerned in it,
He was disappointed, ashamed, mis-
cradle, when she reached him in an
atmosphere Of faint perfume from the
azaleas on her breast, and thrust both
her hands into his with laughing
welcome.
81 am glad you have come first.
told you a quarter of an hour earlier
than the others that you might be here
first, because | want to talk to you.
Sit here"
She half swung him round, being
nearly as muscular as she was grace
full on to the sofa where she had been
sitting, and placed herself beside
him.
Now" she said, don't you think
] am sweet to you, considering that
you spend your time persuading my
husband that | want to poison him,
and inventing all sorts of other ac-
cusations against me quite as base
less?"
But she did not look sweet; she
looked reckless and fiercely defiant,
and her hands burned with fever.
while on his close inspection in the
candlelight Armathwaite saw that the
brilliant glow of her eyes and cheeks
was hectic and unwholesome.
Il have never brought an accusation
of any kind against you, Lady Kill
DOMAIN" Then he added, boldly, look
ing her straight in the face, Nobody
accuses you; but your own acts do"
What acts?-what acts? | don't
understand you" she said, restively
curving her white throat with proud
bend.
"Oh Lady Kildonan, you are too
clever to misunderstood mel"
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gence as much as you undervalue both
my integrity and my humility. For
| am not a woman to be lectured. And,
to tell you the truth, lectures are
thrown away upon me. | am not like
other women: upon them, like harps,
you can produce, with little skill,
any air you will. am like an
Aeollan lyre--wild, irresponsible that
sounds only to the music of the winds.
And perhaps the worst wind. the flerc-
set, the most destructive. plays the bet
upon me, | tell You. | don't care; I
must live my life MS | will or as the
winds will, Do you understands"
She rose, and looked down upon him
with wilful, imperial haughtiness.
leaning with her hand upon the high
carved white marble mantelpiece.
II wish | did not" said Frank,
gravely.
And now" she went on. more light
ly, without moments heed of the
solemnity and anxiety of his man.
ner, "are you or are you not curious to
know why | wanted to see you?"
81 should be very glad to know"
said Frank, rising too. that he might
look down instead of up at her,
"Well. then. want to see you as a
patient am really i'll at last. | can.
not sleep, or when | do | have fright
ful dreams, My hands always burn
like this" She laid a hot palm on the
back Of his hand. "My head is always
hot and heavy, and | cannot keep
still. l seem just for these last few
days to be on fire day and night too. !
feel as il something would hurst in my
head Now that can't be right. and II
is what your beautiful peaceful coun
try life has brought me to. tell you
the ennui of it is so great that don't
care what happens to change IL. as my
husband will find some day. and be.
fore very long, too, IL he doesn't take
care. DO you believe me now when
tell You must so away. | must have
a change, and that If he won't take me
="
Armathwaite interrupted her,
Eyes, yes: don't so ON or you will
say more than you mean. Listen.
see that you are not well. that the
life you are leading is not good for
you. But whose fault is that?"
'Yours-my husband's-my fathers
the fault of everyone who wishes OF
mas wished to keep me in this stag
nant place," burst out the lady with
passion.
mo. Lady Kildonar; II is your own.
l can't talk pla;ihdes to you now.
You have made excitements for your.
self of the most dangerous kind"
She started and tur ned in n moment