Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1903-12-24
Continued.


said Please put this on. ! am an
swerable for your safety, you know;
Miss Treyelyan's health is too precious
to be lightly risked"
Joan, without taking her eyes from
the view, put the cloak on and thanked
MIN. and then he went back to the
old man and Emily AMI left her to her
thoughts.
She was thinking of the night when
she sat upon the knoll at the Wola,
and how Mr.. Craddock had come on,
OF the house and startled her, ami
how the other one-the tall figure i'll
the ulster-appeared before her for
the first time
Where was he now? Did he ever
think of her, AMI how? Was there a
touch of remorse and pity in his hear,
as he thought of the girl he had de-
ceived and SO nearly betrayed? she
wondered.
She had been almost happy iurins
the drive, and amused during the
luncheon, but the past all came back
to her as she leaned on the rail and
looked down at the valley basking in
the January sum-
All unknown to her Mordaunt Royc
watched the beautiful profile as it
stood out against the clear sky, his
heart beating wildly, rebelliously
He ionged to approach her, to touch
the slender white hand resting on the
rail; he was thirsting with the mad
desire of arousing a flame of love in
the dark, deep eyes.
in all the world" his soul seemed
to cry to him, there is no woman like
unto her! Win her, secure her
against the world, against herself, if
need bel"
There is a book inside, a visitors
book, in which nearly all the celebrat-
ed people who have been here have
written their names and some nom
sense or other; tits very amusing, Miss
Emily; I'll get it for you," and he
went in and got the book and returned
with it. ut will amuse your father,
and YOU too" he said.
Emily looked up at him with her
sharp, shrewd eyes.
And keep us out of the way of Mr..
Royce" she thought, but she smiled
and nodded, and sat down with the
book, as if she were innocently crate
full.
Then he wandered, as if aimlessly,
to Joan's side, and leaned on the rail
at little distance from her, looking
at the view above.
"Someone-oh, it was Jessica in the
Merchant OF Venice-saij that music
always made her sad; / think a view
like this has the same effect upon
most people," ne said, softly.
Joan started. She had not been
aware that he was near, and as she
turned, his quick eyes, which seemed
so unobservant, noticed that there
were the traces of tears in hers.
Perhaps it does" she said, forcing
smile; Il don't know whyl"
I'll tell you" he said; 81 think it
is because one sees ones own life
spread out before one more often than
the view one is supposed to be con-
templating."
Yes" said jean, with faint little
sigh. -Aen, unthinkingly, she added
But l don't know why that ought to
make you sad, Mr.. Royce; your life
must have been a very happy one, a
very successful one. My only in
formant is Emily" she went on, quiet
ly, and she regards you as kind OF
enchanter, who has but to wave a
wand to obtain al. you desire"
He smiled, and drew imperceptibly
a step nearer.
CHAPTER XVII.
Miss Emily, like the world at large
knows very little of my life," Royce
said; land because | do not wear my
heart upon my sleeve for davis to pecE
at, deems me fortunate man.
daresay that same world would con
slider Miss Trevelyan, the idol and
goodness of the great British public
a particularly happy and to be envied
person"
Joan flushed, then she laughed
softly.
Il don't wear my heart on my
sleeve" she said, significantly.
Forgive me-" he said humbly; g
did not mean to intrude upon your
secret sorrows, il you have any AND
yet he went on, his voice full Of
the subtle music of sympathy, his eyes
dwelling on her face with a tender
reverential regard-'and yet, let me
be candid-alasi can't be anything
else with you-and own that | die
want, not to intrude, but to tighten, il
/ could, anything that troubles you"
MISS Trevelyan," he went on, "dc
you believe in sympathy at first sight
1 did not, until week ago, when
dropped into the Coronet to see the
young lady whose beauty and grace
and-yes, promise of genius-hac
taken the world by storm / went in
expecting to be bored. You cane upoT
the stage, and something-what was
it?-an electric spark. magnetism
not to be explained, sprang from yot
to me and-seized me. 1t was no
mere admiration of your beauty
ooh. pleased" said joan
Listen to me. | will not f1attel
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