Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1903-01-10
CHAPTER III.-(Continued.)

HAefi
for the marriage passed safely by. The
wedding morning dawned clear and
bright; snow had fallen during the night,
and this added to the picturesqueness of
the scene.
A prouder, happier bridegroom never
waited at the altaT-rails, than Dare In
glesant; and Rosamoud was the lowehest
bride imaginable Veritable snow
maiden, winter blossom, in her pure
white robes, with laces like delicate
frostwork, and the diamonds round her
throat sparkling like snow Crystals IN
the sun
Sheila, as chief bridesmaid, looked so
bewitching in white velvet and sables,
with touches of scarlet, bright as holly
berries, here and there, that more than
one young man in the church was i'm
pressed with the charm of q winter we'd
ding, and ardently wished that she would
take chief part at another, without any
unnecessary delay.
The solemn VOWS were spoken; the
welded lovers came down the aisle to-
gether. The bridal party returned to the
Grange.
Dare and Rosamond went away early.
They were to stay in London for a few
days, and go on to Paris to spend New
Years day there.
Sheia was the life and soul of the gay
company left behind. Who would have
guessed at the desolation of that young
heart? Certainly, Frank Dunbar did not.
Mrs. Inglesant watched the two dancing
together, and smiled to herself in ap.
prevail. Frank was rich, but she scarce
ly thought of that, Sheila had plenty
OF money of her own. He was true as
steel, generous to a fault, lovable and
sweet-tempered as Sheila herself. Every
body liked him, and Mrs. Inglesant had
already placed him only second to Dare
in her affections.
How happy Inglesant looked this
morning" said Frank to Sheila, as, the
dance over, they sat apart in window
seat.
"And Rosamond, too" the girl an
swered.
"Ah, Sheila, couldn't help envying
him!"
Frank, you don't mean to say-sure.
ly, you don't love Rosamond?" Sheila ex-
claimed, with her wonted impulsiveness
and in sudden dismay.
''Love her? Why, no, my dear, except
as everyone must who knows her.
mean, envied him, in having won the
girl of his heart"
"Oh" said Sheila expressively.
Frank, l do believe you have fallen in
love, though not with Rosamond," she
went on, playfully accusing.
eyes," admitted Frank, cts true. You
must have known it, Sheila."
well, don't. Who is it? Since you
have told me go much, you may as well
tell me her name"
Surely, you don't need me to tell
your"
There was that in his tone, his look,
that Weakened the girl to the unwelcome
truth. Distressed beyond measure, she
could not utter one word.
wont you speak to me, darling2
I've loved you ever since you We're II
little thing. Pve tried so often to tell
you"
"Oh, Frank, don't!" cried Sheila, sud
denly overwhelmed and bursting into
tears. "Oh, how miserable everything
isl"
There was strained silence.
"Then it's no use, dear?" said Frank,
in voice not like his own, and very
quietly.
"If / had only known" sobbed Sheila,
81 would have made you understand; but
[ never dreamed of such a thing! We
lhNc sway O0eh SuSh AlleuuS, YOU
and l."
81 thought you knew" said Frank
"And yoI-didn't draw back. I ought
rot to have mistaken you. I've blum
dered; and now I've grieved you"
He stood looking at the snowy gardens,
with dull, unseeing eyes and set lips.
Sheila struggled to check her tears. Now
her overstrained nerves had given way,
self control was difficult to regain.
An unexpected interruption came. In
the hall, hidden from them by the win
dow curtains, there was a sudden COM
Iaotion.
Forgetting ner distressed appearance,
the girl sprang up, and flung the curtains
aside.
In coming down the oaken stairway,
AIR. Inglesant had slipped and fallen.
There was a general rush to his assist
;,lce, but, when helped to his fe't, he
was unable to stand. His ankle bad been
badly twisted.
The old man took the calamity with
fortitude and even checrfulness. 1t was
q mere trife, he said. The young peoples
enjoyment must not be married by it.
The village doctor was sent for, and at
tended to the injury, and then Mr.. Ingle
SAINT insisted upon his couch being
wheeled into the hall, so that he could
watch the dancers.
"Sheila, my pet, how pale you look"
he said, as his grand daughter came to
his side. There's no cause for alarm
not the slightest"
But you are suffering, grandpapa."
"Oh, not much. A few days rest viii
SCI me all right again, Kent assures me-"
The morrow was to bring reason for
bitter regret at the apparently trifing
accident. The flew days rest" thus rem
dared inevitable, decided, perhaps, the
fates OF Sheila and the newlywedded
pair.
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