Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1903-12-10

rave scored distinct success, and /
am not surprised"
The next morning the papers con-
tanned full account of the Coronet
pantomime, and though they praised
the scenery and the management liber-
ally enough, they reserved their sweet
est morsels of laudation for the new
actress, Miss Ida Trevelyan. She was
a young lady, so they said, who showed
great deal of promise and who had
Enthusiastically the makings of a first
class actress in her
Ono or two of the society" papers
grew quite enthusiastic about her
beauty. and in two days time Mr.. G.f-
fard had inserted a special line in his
advertisement, putting" the beautiful
and gifted Miss Ida Trevely an, and ali
London was flocking to see the beau
tiful girl float through the air and sum-
mon her attendant fairies.
So, like Lord Byron, Joan woke one
morning to find herself famous"
All London flocked to sec the young
actress who had taken the public and
critics by storm, and at last came Nor
dsunt Royce
His search for Joan still went on,
but with no trace of success. Indeed.
if it had been really she who lay cold
and dead in the waterside mortuary,
she could not more surely have es-
capped him. Try as he would he could
find no clue to her whereabouts, and at
last he resolved he would put the at
fair out of his mind. He would stii
keep keen lookout for her, but he
would not allow the matter to take so
firm a grip on him.
In this frame of mind he went one
night to the Coronet.
When he reached his stall he found
Lord Pontclerc seated in the one next
il, and the two men exchanged greet
ings.
Come to see the new beauty"
dcawled lord Pontclerc. "How is the
Mazurka?"
Better. cutie well, | believe" said
Royce, languidly "She has gone away
to Nice"
"Ah, well, they don't want her here
This new girl has cut her out complete
ly, so they say. But you know all
about it, I suppose?"
mo" said Royce, covering a yawn
with his small white hand; 81 haven't
token any interest in the place fer
some time. Is she pretty?"
Lovely, they say" said Lord Pont-
clerc.
The curtain rose and Royce settled
into his seat, looking on at the play
with halfclosed eyes and with absence
OF mind. He had seen the same sort
OF thing for years and years, and could
tell what was going to happen as well
as Mr.. Giffard himself; and he had al
most resolved to go out and make for
his club, when Lord Pontclerc turned
and said:
Look cut; here she comes! By
GeorTc, she looks lovelier than ever to
night" and he put up his opera glasses
eagerly as the Fairy Queen came
floating down from the flies.
Royce looked up languidly, then he
Slo.' tCu diiNl tlssoEtu TIE aEIUS VI lie
stalls grasmodically, and deep red
flush mounted to his brow.
He watched Joan with feverish scru-
tiny as she came to the front, and
when she spoke he started again and
exclaimed:
ut is she!"
Lord Pontclerc turned and stared at
him,
What do you say? Why, what on
cartha the matter? Are you liz"
"No," said Royce with his usual calm
smile 81 said that she was pretty. >
'You look as white as a GHOST said
Lord Pontcle-c. What's the NATTER"
Royce laughed softly.
Nothing" he said THE place is
beastly hot it always is. Yes" he
added, languidly, "she is. pretty, very
pretty. What do you call herr" and,
yawning, he picked up the programme.
Ito be Continucd)