Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1903-01-29


dinner. What thunderbolts would be
strong enough to marx Mrs. Peele's
wrath ct his staying behind after she
had gone home with her daughter?
Would the DEBTORS little house hold
him after that? 1t seemed more than
doubtful
At the dinner-table, when all had sat
down, there was still a vacant chair,
and cries arose of: where's sgd
ney?" What has become of Mason?"
mingled with murmured jests and
stified laughter. Lord Kiidonan was
the only person present who knew
nothing of the reason of the young
fellows absence; and his ingenious
inquiries after his missing guest pro-
duced hush in the merriment, it
having been generally agreed that
Sydney's loss of his money should be
concealed from the master of the
house, on account of the deep distress
and annoyance it you'd cause him. A
servant was dispatched in search of
the youLg fellow, who appeared with
pink-rimmed eyes and more washed
out appearance than ever, took his
seat with the air CT a maj tyr opposite
to Armathwaite, and answered all
Lord Kildonep's questions by lsping
out in lacbry nose tones that he had
a headache, which, berg the soft of
effeminate complaint he most affected,
passed as sufficient reason for his
languor and his latenesa. But Anna
| thwaite, who was on the alert, ard in
clined to look upon every unusual in
cident as a possible Ink in the chain
| of mystery, the scattered portions of
which he was picking up so carefully,
watched the pallid face with interest,
and threw across the table kindly
remark on his want Of appetite, which
Mason received effusively amid the
general inclination to make light of
his trouble.
He doesn't really deserve any
pity" observed AImathwaites right
hand neighbor, the brightest of the
Croydon girls. HE is enormously
rich, aHfully mean, end is always
boasting of his money, not in the man
ner of the millionaires of the comic |
papers, of course, but in lots of little |
it's an awkward and disagreeable |
thing to happen in house, yet we
can't help laughing at the fuss he |
makes about it. Look, he's got on an |
extra number of rings to console him |
self"
AImathwaite noticed that, besides |
the me ROUSE ring of diamonds and |
sapphires which he generally wore, |
he had big single brilliant on his |
little finger at which he gazed furtive- |
ly from time to time IS if the sight of |
it really did afford him some consola- |
ton for his loss. The young doctor |
did not share the general politely sup
pressed amusement at his misfortune. |
81 think you are all rather hard upon |
the little fellow" he said in a low |
voice turning to Miss Croydon, and |
meeting her eyes with kind grave
look. HE is perfectly sincere; his |
loss is for him as genuine a calamity |
as say temporary lameness would be |
to me, or as the loss of her beautiful |
hair"-Miss Greydon's abundant locks |
were one of her few points" would |
be to a lady. One can see he hasn't |
the strength for what we call manly |
exercises; doubt whether he has the |
brains for student You ladies won't |
have anything to say to him for the !
paradoxical reason that his tastes are |
too much like yours. What remains |
to him, then, but his little velvet |
coats and his perfumes and his toys |
and his trinkets and the money which |
makes all his Importance in the world? |
You are too hard, Miss Croydon, too |
hard"
''Pll forgive your censure for the |
sake of your eloquence. But believe |
you will be as much disguised with !
him as any of us when you have stood |
the ordeal of a conversation with |
him.
well, am going to try this even
ing"
will you let me know the result?"
Perhaps. Unless it should be too
favorable to your own views"
Then l foresee that shall hear no
more"
The ladies were rising to leave the
the dolr for them, took advantage of !
their departure to take vacant seat |
beside the disconsolate Sydney. This
move brought him within three seats
OF Mel Crosmont, who had been |
morose and silent during the dinner,
and who now greeted him with a black
and undisguised scowl, which the
young Yorkshireman resolved stoTidly |
not to see.
you We're not on the ice this after
noon, | Think" began Arm athwaite, |
as an opening.
ooh no, l was not nearly we'll |
enough. And hate ice and snow, and !
all thoss things"
We'll, really think you would have |
looked better if you had put on pair /
Of skates and tried your luck on the |