Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1903-07-23

The woman looked with infinite pity
on that young face.
What shameful thing that she
should have, as it were, to apologize
for her existence," she thought.
Perhaps that would be the best. my
DEAR" she said. "If Mrs. Harcourt
mentions you to me, trust me TO say
everything that is kind. Now leave
this melancholy place, make yourself
look as nice as you can-how you have
been crying, poor child! and be
ready"
Il WILL" said the girl, gratefully;
land you do not think they will scold
me for being here, do your"
How can they? 1t is not your fault
you are here; they can not scold you
for being alive. Try and be as happy
as you can. Remember my words
you will be happy some day, happier
than you ever dream about being.
You know you are growing up, Miss
Florence, and you have a fair face of
your own. Some one will fall in love
with it, and then you will forget all
this desolation and misery"
81 should thank Heaven," said the
girl, reverently. 81 would rather have
some one to love me than be rich as a
queen. do not care about money, but
do about love-"
You will have both some day."
said the housekeeper consolingly. 81
must 60 They are to be here at seven,
and have grand dinner to attend
to. The lawyer, Mr.. Treherne, re-
turns tomorrow, and perhaps some
arrangement will be made about you"
MRS. Morgan" said the girl. ear
nestly, do you think that any one in
the wide world was ever so unhappy as
| ann"
Eyes, my dear; your trouble is light
compared to that of others, and if you
have courage you will rise above all
your sorrow in time. You know,
while live you will never be friend
less; when you have anything harder
than usual to bear, come to my room,
and will help you; above all, remem-
Der my advice, and keep a cheerful
face before people. There is nothing
that the wealthy and the happy dis
like so much as the continual reproach
of sad face"
And with these parting words, Mrs.
Morgan went away, leaving the girl
alone. She rose slowly from her seat
on the messy stone.
Now | must not cry any more" she
said; there must be an end to all
tears. have to be brave, patient and
courageous, and meet my fate"
She walked slowly through the or
chard, and as she passed through the
courtyard a travelling carriage drew
up to the door; from it alighted three
ladies dressed in deep mourning, and
gentleman. but they did not see
Florence Latour
CHAPTER w.
"a very decent house indeed" said
Mrs. Harcourt, as she looked round
| the grand old dining-room where the
squire had been wont to exercise such
noble hospitality, "but it wants moder-
nizing. | should like to refurnish
some Of these rooms"
They had partaken of a recherche
/ little dinner, and now sat with bottle
of the squires famous old port, glow.
! ing like molten rubies, dainty des-
| sert, consisting of purple grapes. ripe
peaches and apricots.
The young ladies', after heartily en-
joying these dainties, had gone to
choose their rooms.
This is a change, my DEAR" said
Mr.. Harcourt. complacently, "from the
lodgings at Brighton"
! "Of course it is change" said his
lady snappishly, "but hope. Mr.. Har-
court, you will keep up your dignity
before the servants; there is no need
for them to know that we have not
been bred well enough Do not be so
ready to admire everything, it is ex-
tremely ill-bred."
| On any other occasion these words