Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1903-11-05

Villiars"' she ex-
claimed under her breath.
Tonight, at this time, on the cliffs! 8"
gasped Julia. "And you can stand
there and dare us like this. Joan,
you are the most shameless girl in
I Christendom!
"Shameless!" the word broke from
her lips in gasp.
Eyes, shameless, But there shall be
an end to this. We don't choose that
I Lord VilIis:s should be hunted out of
| the place by you. Yes, huntedr' al
most shrieked Julia. "I'Il tell papa.
He shall send you away, and at once.
You shall go tomorrow, or we will.
Joan, you are an impostori"
IAN impostor!" repeated Joan,
standing pale yet firm in the garish
lamplight.
eyes, an impOstor. Oh, we are not
| deceived! We see what you are aim
ing at. But tonight's work settles it.
You shall leave Deercombe tomorrow
Wait till papa comes home!"
Joan looked from one to the other.
her beautiful face pale and sad and
indignant.
The truth trembled on her lips She
felt as if she must cry aloud, 81 am
hisi am Lord Villiars' future
wifel" but it seem to her as If the
declaration would be simple sacrflege
at such time and to such as these.
She turned and walked to the door.
the eyes of the girls following her
with deep jealousy burning in each;
then she paused, her lips parted as if
she was going to speak, but instead
she remained silent and passed out.
She went to her room, the sneers
and fury of the girls pursuing her;
and II was hours before she could for.
get them and recall the passionate
voice and handsome face of her
lover.
Pale and distract, she came down 20
breakfast on tn morrow, and amidst
dense silence took her place at the
table
The two girls shot a couple Of ven
their plates.
The colonel-who had lost heavily
at loo at the club on the previous even
lng-growled at the toast and swore
at the bacon, but carefully refrained
from addressing her until he rose.
then he said, in a would-be careless
voice:
"Oh, Joan, by the way, you look as
If you wanted a change. You have
not been yourself lately. What do
you say to going down to Narration, in
Cornwall?"
"Marazion?' said Joan, scarcely
knowing what she was saying, her
eyes fixed on her plate.
Yes, he said, fumblng with his
cyeglass, "Marazion-just the place
tor you. | know some people there
who would take charge of YOU; OIL
course, it will cost me something
lodgings are awfully dear now every-
where-but l don't mind. You'd bet
ter go tomorrow-the ten-eleven train.
Look here, JOAN I've heard all about
your goings on with Lord Villiars. AMI
Id better tell you at once that it's of
no use-just a waste of time and ener-
gy. You're my ward, you know, and
shouldn't countenance or give my con-
sent to-to-anything of the kind, even
ii Lord Villiars wished it; and from
what | know of him, Ell? Oh, look
here it's no use, you know-Julia and
EN- are both older than you are. and
-eh? Better go to Narration, JOAN
you understand; stop there for three
or four months, and--eh? I'll drive
you over to catch the train tomor-
row" And the colonel got up and
left the room.
The two girls stared at her with a
malicious smile, and Joan, drinking a !
cup of milk, got up quietly and silently
left the room.
She went up to her room and looked
out at the sea in deep, distracted
thought