Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1904-03-24


The count succeeded in forcing a
little brandy through the clenched
teeth, and bathed the poor girls face;
and presently she opened her eyes.
For moment she turned them wild
ly upon each of them, then they rested
upon the worn face of Stuart Villiars,
bending over her, and, with look that
smote him to the heart, she breathed
family:
"You-you-are not hurt?"
His lips moved once or twice before
he could speak audibly.
mo! no! But you-why-why dIu
you do it?'
She raised herself for a moment,
then sank back into his arms, and
cried silently and quietly.
IL thought | should be too late, "
she painted, turning her eyes piteously
from one to the other. IL thought
should never get here! They told me
at the hotel-no, they wouldn't tell me
anything!-but | guessed, | guessed.
Another moment and-and-" She
Would to heaven you had been
another moment" muttered Stuart
Villiars, brokenly. THAT bullet would
have struck me instead of you"
A faint smile broke on her white lips
"Ah Is that true?"
1T is true, sonora" said the count
grimly. You have saved his lord
ships life"
Really" she exclaimed, with d
laugh that was broken and uncertain
"Then-then-I was not too late. after
all nor too soon!"
She rose to her feet, but still chung
weak and trembling to Stuart Villiars
arm, which supported her.
ooh, what does II all mean?" she
demanded, piteously. looking from
= him to BERTHE. who stood with folded
arms and downcast face. why die
you do it? Why have you two quar-
reled?" Stuart Villiars was silent, anC
she turned to BERTHE why did yor
want to kill him? He didn't fire a
you: | saw his pistol fired in the air
What have YOU quarreled about?"
The count iDterposed. hat in hand
and with ell the guave courtesy of al
! Italian gentleman.
Let me implore the sonora not to
distress herself; she is weak and i'll
from this lamentable wound. II the
sonora will permit me the honor OF
conducting her to her hotel?"
She turned from him impatiently.
Cant either of you speak," she
demanded bar ovoS 0ochfpey IN Dortio
and Stuart Villiars. Cant you tell
me the truth? What did you quarrel
about? Why did you want to kill him
He hadn't any quarrel with you" she
asked wildly of BERTHE
BERTHE raised his eyes and looked
gloomily at Stuart Villars.
"He will tell you" he said
We'll, tell me-" she insisted. turn
ing her eyes upon him.
He shook his head.
Il cannot" he said Lord Dews.
bury knows; | do not"
She burst into a low, hysterical
laugh
you are mad, both of you" she
said, Talk about women being un-
reasorable Here are two men, two
superior beings. two noblemen, come
out in the morning to shoot each other.
and they don't know why"
! Berries face flushed.
Lord Villiars can tell YOU" he said.
HE has cruelty wronged lady, whose
name
'ts Ida Trevelyar, CT whom | know
nothing" said Stuart Williams, with
bitter scorn.
Miss Mazurka stared from one to
the other, then she leaned her face
against Stuart Villiars' arm and cried
and laughed in a breath.
Ida Treyelyan! Ida Trevelyan of
, the Coronet," and she repeated the
name, And you don't know herr"
Stuart Nilliars shook his head.
But do not let us linger here" he
said. Your wound"
Bother my wound" she retorted,
, stamping her foot. 1T is a scratch,
r and not much of that Don't talk
about it, or | shall go mad And it is
Ida Trevelyan YOU were quarreling
about, and you don't know who she
is?" she demanded of Lord Villiars.
Mo- he said. glancing at BERTHE
coldly whose face flushed red and
fiercely,
Lord VilliarS may not know her by
+ that name" he said But il he re-
, members the lady whom he induced to
leave her home and fly with him to
London, and who left him-was snatch
/ ed IRON his clutches
? oh, hush. hush," cried Miss Mazur-
Ia, turning to him, then putting her
P hands upon Stuart villiars' breast i'm.
. ploringly and soothingly. for he had
, gone white as a ghost and was trem-
? bling. Don't say word more. DO
, you hear. You--you owe me some.
thing, Lord Dewsbury, and you can pay
. il that way-by holding your tongue.
There is mistake. do you hear?"
II "A mistake ?" muttered BERTHE.
9 "Yes," she said, vehemently. "A
1 mistake! | tell you so, and can