Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1904-03-21

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white handkerchief; no need to place
his hand on the stilled heart. Death
had been merciful there, giving no
time for pain.
The doctor, too, looked at the cost
ly cloak. and the same idea came to
hint must be a lady of rank who
lay there, crushed and mangled beyond
. all recognition. When the first hurry
of the terrible accident was over,
DIR. Sheene bethought himself of the
fair. dead woman. 1t was time to learn
who she was, and send for her friends.
They examined the fur cloak first
and in the little pocket of it they found
a letter, addressed to:
"The Lady Selwyn,
villa Pisani,
Florence"
They opened the travelling bag. In
. ii were papers bearing the same name;
a small iewel-case, and on 1t they read:
ITO my beloved daughter Violante;
from her affecticnate father, Horace
Temple"
There was a purse, containing bank
notes and gold; that, too, was marked
with her name. There seemed every
reason to believe that the golden
haired woman lying dead in the wait
ing-room was Lady Selwyn. Some
one had met the family. had dined at
the villa. and had visited Lord Selwyn
"a Signor di Luna; and he, the mo-
ment his eyes fell upon the mass of
golden hair, cried out:
"You must telegraph to Lord
Selwyn; this is Lady Selwyn!"
So DR.. Sheene, feeling true SYM
pathy for a fellow countryman in deep
distress. sent a telegram himself 1t
was worded thus:
From DR.. Sheene, Railway Station,
Sedi. TO Lord Vivian Selwyn, Villa
Pisani. Florence-Come at once, with
out delay. There has been a dreadful
accident at Sedi. and Lady Selwyn
was in the train"
There had never been a more bril-
liant fete than that of which Beatrice
reigned queen. The guests seemed
unwilling to depart Everything was
SO beautiful: the grounds, with foun-
tains. odoreus flowers, and colored
lamps; the cool, fragrant conserva-
tories: the magnificent suite of rooms;
the chivalrous, handsome, attentive
host: and, above all other attractions,
the queen of the revels-Beatrice
Leigh
II was not until the dawn flushed
red in the sky, and the birds began
TO sing that the carriages were all or
dered. and the ballroom deserted.
Then it was three o'clock, on a fine,
clear. dewy morning. Lord Vivian
remembered his wife's message. She
had gene to her room with a bad head
ache. A kindly impulse seized him
to go and see if she were better. The
last of the guests had gone; Mrs.
Selwyn and Miss Leigh had ordered a
cup of tea in Lady Selwyns boudoir;
they were tired out, and longing for
rest.
j Lord Vivian joined them.
Shall send a cup of hot, strong
tea to Violante?" he said to Mrs.
Selwyn; "she has gone to bed, really
i'll with headache"
"Sleep will do her more good than
tea" replied Mrs. Selwyn, carelessly;
"she will hardly thank you for waking
her up at this hour"
cit was a very convenient headache"
laughed Miss Leigh. The next time
! am tired of a ball, I will have the
same, and so secure myself from
fatigue"
She looked dangerously lovely. The
brilliant bloom of her exquisite face
had somewhat faded with the late
hours; the languor Of her smile, the
slight semblance of WEAKNESS in the
bright eyes, the gentle, subdued man
ner made her more attractive than
ever. She lay back upon the crimson
velvet couch, her dark hair and dark
eyes rendered doubly piquant. Jewels
flashing on her white breast, with ten
der CLEANS of love and light playing
over her peerless face, she looked
like what she really was, a Circean
queen: and Lord Vivian lingerd by her
until Mrs. Selwyn declared it was too
late for them to remain another mo-
ment.
Again, as he passed his wife's room,
Lord Selwyn felt strongly inclined to
ask if she were better. He would
have done so. but that last sneer from
Miss Leigh rose up before him; and he
said to himself that perhaps the head
ache was very trifiing. after all.
cit is terribly late" he said to him
self; "but, in good truth, under these
bright Italian skies there is no night"
So Lord Vivian fell asleep, with the
song Of the birds in his ears. He
dreamed of the glcries of the night, of
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