Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1904-10-13

poPc4 lhdI IeH iutO my ndndS al
Khergosh, out there in Tartary, but i,
was a mere scrap of a couple OF
inches, and didn't tell me very much. .
The marquis smiled.
Il can't give you the details" he
said; 1T would take too long. But, in
a few words. this is it: Arthur Carr
Lyon-you remember him, a mean
| spirited kind of fellow, poor beggar,
got hold of the title and estates
thinking, or pretending to think, that
/ Desmond, the heir, was dead. Des
mond turns up in disguise, and falls
in love with old Major Meddon's daugh
ter. You don't know her, think-the
/ loveliest girl! But it seems thai
/ Arthur was in love with her. TOO. and
] by a series of false pretenses get.
I her to marry him. The night of the
marriage he shows himself in his true
colors; she fiies-a wife only in name
and completely disappears. Des
mond, heart-broken by the loss of her
refuses to claim the title, and-end
of Act |. Act II: A woman whom
Arthur had wTonged some years age
turns up, and murders him-fings
him into the Thames. and browns him
and herself at the same time. Des
mond now comes forward, compelled
to do so, of course by the disclosures
at the inquest and at the trial of a
fellow who, instigated by Arthur
Carr-Lyon, had murdered a girl who
| In xrrffh
is forced to admit that he is the real
earl, and, of course, there is no op
ponent. All this time Kate Meddon
the widow in name only of Arthur
CarrLyon, is still hidden, and i'm
meditely after the trial Desmond
Lord Carr-Lyon, disappears, too
Heaven only knows where he went, OF
what he did with himself; but within
the last week he has turned up again,
and tonight, they say, he is to be
here, Hence this crowd"
The traveller listened with much in
terest.
! And the LADY," he inquired. Miss
Meddon-or Mrs. Carr-Lyon?"
"Oh, she is to be here. too," said
the marquis. "She is the heroine, of
course. She has been living with
Lady Warner-old General Warner,
you know-a most lovely creaturel /
don't think | ever saw a more beauti-
| full woman-girl, rather-and with
something about her that's more
taking than beauty. I'd rather listen
to five words from her than a song
| from a prima donna. That kind OF
| face and voice that clings to you,
you know. Comes to you when you
are waking in the morning, and at all
times of the day"
Poor marquisl" said his friend,
with a laugh.
The marquis was almost guilty of a
| blush.
"Oh, we're all in the same boat" be
said, with short laugh. There isn't
a man of us who wouldn't stand on
his head to get smile from her, or
walk many miles-if one could-to
win word of thanks"
And she is to be here tonight?'
said the traveller Strikes me I'm in
rather mere danger here at home than
among the Kalmucks. old fellow"
The Laarquis smiled.
Yes, you'll fall in love with her at
first sight. But it's no use. She is
just-not marble; she's too sweet and
sensitive for that-but just immovable.
They say that she is still in love with
Desmond Carr-Lyon, the hero, but
that she will not admit it. It's a
strange story, isn't it? The most ex.
traordinary story; beats the move.
business into fits. This Desmond, it
seems, worked in a quarry, or some
thing of the kind, for months, and was
saved from death by the poor girl who
was killed. forgot her name; the
murderer shot her instead of Des.
mond. All, here she comes!" he broke
off, in lower tone.
There was little stare and hustle
at the bottom of the stairs, and two
ladies were seen-the focus, as IL
were, of a small group of persons who
pressed forward to exchange greet
ings and form kind of retinue.
The one, white-haired old lady,
with a smiling, cheerful face, was
Lady Warner: the other was Kate.
She wore simple and yet elegant
dress of black satin and lace, withou,
single ornament, excepting a rose
bud that nestled in her hair.
The marquis had not exaggerated
when he had spoken of her as lovely,
nor had he erred when he limited at
the charm which she seemed to exert,
all-unConsciously.
! The perfect oval of her face was
rather pale. but its pallor was not that
of i'll health. and the faint shadow in
her dark, expressive eyes was rather
that of a past sorrow than a present
sadness; and the smile with which
she accepted the attentions of her
eager group of courtiers was gentle
and gracious.
/ Yes, she is very beautiful" muir,
INJURED the traveller. "A face once
seen. always remembered 4 facs
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