Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1903-12-31

strange. an awful mistake! 1t could
not have been. She is dead-ieadl
l saw her lying in her last sleep. My
Joan, my Joan,"
You saw her dead, You are sure?"
Yes" he said. She was wrapped
in the cloak" He stopped, un,
able to go on.
In the cloak she wore," said the
Mazurka, almost pitilessly. "You
knew it-what was it like?"
"Ah, yes, knew it, My darling
wore it the first time saw il. 1t was
rough frieze cloak with silver
clasp. | have held it against my
breast"
She rose and went into the next
room, and returned in a few moments
with cloak in her hand.
WAS it like this?" she said. hold
ing it up.
Stuart Villiars started slightly, thea
turned his head.
"Yes!" he said.
They were as common as black
berries last season." said the Mazurka.
q
Yes" he said, heavily, YEARLY, lit
was Joan, my darling!"
Weak, tired and exhausted. In a few
minutes he fell asleep.
Then she went into the next room
and rang the bell.
Bring me telegram FORM" she
said to the valet.
Send me a photograph or portrait
OF any kind of Ida Trevelyan of the
Coronet."
This she addressed to the principal
London photographer who made the
portraits of dramatic notorieties his
speciality.
Having sent this off, she went back
to her place beside the bed. In a few
hours the man knocked at the door and
handed her telegram. 1t ran thus:
There is no photograph or portrait
of l. T. She has repeatedly declined
to be taken"
Miss Mazurka crushed the telegram
in her hand.
/ Il knew l was right" she mur
! INJURED, with a flush of excitement
Ida Trevelyan is Joan Ormsby, and
she is hiding from him!"
CHAPTER Xxx.
Quite unconscious of the discovery
which Miss Mazurka had made,
Mordaunt Royce went on his way,
slowly, steadily, but as he told him
self, surely. AS a fowler spreads his
nets, unseen by the wild fowl, sur.
rounding them inch by inch, yard by
yard, and only waiting until the circle
is complete and the prey within his
grasp, so he spread the net OF
patience and skilful tactics round
Joan.
She felt that the tolls were gather
ing round her, but she seemed power
/ less to free herself She knew that
she ought to have sent him away from
her, to have broken off their &C.
quaintance when he had proposed to
her at Richmond; but in a weak
moment she had allowed him to retain
her friendship, and she could not
break from him now.
|
ferred to the passionate avowal he had
made on the balcony of the "Star and
Garter" not by look even had he
reminded her that he was more than
ner friend. But Joan was conscious
OF his feelings toward her, and carried
that consciousness about her day and
night, like one of those burdens which
though others do not see them, press
heavily upon our shoulders and our
I hearts.
, Joan's heart was not of stone. She
thought sometimes that she had no
heart at all-that Lord Stuart Villiars
had torn it from her body and killed
it, and flung it from him; but it was
there still, all the same, and Mordaunt
Royce's reverential, patient, doggeo
devotion was beginning to take effect
Meanwhile Miss Ida Trevelyan's
fame was growingi The pantomime
was running its course and its last
days were announced, as was also the
appearance of the new burlesoue in
which Miss Montressor was to have
good part.
ooh, Ida, dear, fancy" cried Emily
one day. "They have got paragraph
about you. Already! Listen, we
understand that new piece of thrill.
A., ing interest is TO be produced at the
| Coronet, and that Miss Ida Trevelyan
who has become so strong a public
favorite, will play the principal
character Fancy! Already! NOW |
think l know who put that in! Mr..
dent that he has determined upon max
| ing your fortune, jear Wonderful
man! Ah!'-she broke off as she ran
down the paper.
What is the natter" asked Joan.
well, | am astonishedl" exclaimed
Emily. well, wonders will never
cease. Lord Stuart Villiars, tool"
Joan started and half rose, her face
smitten with sudden pallor,
"Oh, what is the matter >" said EN-
lily. "Are you i'll, dear?"
mo, no." said Joan, 1T is nothing