Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1903-01-29
STORY for an
Hole bour
Till LOVE WOKE.

By Evelyn Sinclair.
Swift years of liking and sweet long
laughter,
That visit not we'll of the years there
after,
Till love woke smitten at heart by a
kiss,
With lips that trembled and trailing
wings.
-Swinburne.
Mr.. Densmore will be here directly,
sir; he expects YOU
We'll, Baines; l shall be all right.
Bring me whisky and soda and the
cigarGttes."
Nigel Wallace settled himself COM
fortably in big arm chair and lazily
regarded his surroundings, while
Baines retired to do his bidding.
Reggie Densmores fiat was GER
tanly well worth a little attention,
and Oh this particular November
afternoon the smoking room was a
pleasant place in which to find refuge
from the outside gloom. The soft red
curtains excluded the depressing
sight of the heavy fog which hung
outside. The walls were paneled
with oak and the frieze above them
was red. Quaint silver lamps, such
as one sees in Catholic churches,
hung on either side of the mantel
piece and over the writing table; the
rest of the room was lit by a large
standard lamp; all were shaded with
the palest primrose colored silk and
shed soft mellow gloom over every
thing. Blue china, books, and photos
formed the chief ornaments of the
room, and every available bowl and
vase was filed with huge yellow
chrysanthemums.
Nigel looked round approvingly,
stirred the already blazing fire,
picked up copy of a magazine which
lay on the hearth rug, and prepared
to enjoy quiet read. This intention,
however, was frustrated by the hur-
ried entrance of Reggie Densmore.
''Hullo, you old sinner!" he ex-
claimeu; 1T is good to see you again
Don't move, sit down and tell me all
about your travels"
There is not a great deal to TELL"
returned Nigel Il have been doing
nothing with great success in various
portions of the globe. Now | have
come back to civilization and mean
to enjoy life. What jolly diggings
you have got here. You are a lucky
chap to be able to indulge in the
luxury of a millionaire bachelor
uncle, who gives you everything you
can possibly wish for"
Riggie smiled. HE has not yet
provided me with wife, he
observed.
Well" said Nigel, riding, you
have enough photos of feminine
beauty in all its variety to enable
you to make selection. By jove!"
IN continued, taking up photo in a
massive silver frame, who on earth
is that?"
That" answered Reggie, "is Stella
Mandelsy, an actress. She is one OF
the most heartless women in town
and also the most beautiful We are
all mad about her and ruin ourselves
in vain attempts to make her care
for us. Then when she has amused
herself long enough sne laughs and
says she has never allowed the word
love to enter into her vocabulary.
She threw me over ages ago and yet
| go on being friends with her. Some
how one cannot help it; she is SO
fascinating"
The photo which Nigel held in his
hand depicted a gloriously handsome
woman clad in a soft fluffy tea gown,
living on sofa with both hands
clsped behind her head, which rosi-
ton showed how round and beauti-
fully modelled they were. The face
was perhaps little wanting in ex-
preston, although the features were
perfect. The eyes were dark and
thickly fringed with long lashes.
Undoubtedly it was a face which
when once seen would not be easily
forgotten.
81 do not believe that woman can
not feel,' said Nigel, abruptly.
"Those eyes are full of latent pas
sion"
so a good many men have thought
to their cost. | assure you that
lovely creature has no heart, re-
turned Reggie.
Nigel 1ueshed. 81 tell you what,
old chap" he said, I'll bet you five
hundred that in three months | VIII
make Stella Mandelsy care for me-
You will not take it?" he went on, as
Reggie shook mis- head; you are
afraid to back your statement, eh?'
Reggie was a little nettled ty the
others tone 60" he returned.s
naughty. 1T is not that; only 1t
seems a caddish thing to bet about,
hut never mind. I'll take il.
Done" said his friend; nov
must 90. Fix your OWE time ana