Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1904-12-03


stituted a danger and might be tolerated
as a not too intimate acquaintance. |
was accordingly invited to luncheon on
the morrow.
Presently left the trio, and. wander
ing again. had the good fortune to meet
Mrs. Van Open, who. in the latest
Partisan triumph. looked more bewiIder-
ingly magnificent than ever
Il am pleased to see you. Hugo
Trench" she cried. You'll just spare
half IN hour right away Ia CHAT with
me-
So We strolled round to the terrace
again and sat down. learned that her
yacht, the Gadhy. was in the port, and
that she was taking her father, Col.
for short cruise. She ratified on for
some time vivaciousiy, then suddenly
paused.
i suppose you know the Hethertons
are herewith him?" she said, with
tightening OF her lips.
Mrs, Van always treated me as 4 CON
fidpntial friend Ii was this attitude
that had led Pattic to a wrong assump
ton.
YES, have met them. How are yoa
taking it? Am / to commiSerate Wits
you, or doesn't il matter now" | asked,
for knew the exact state of affairs.
ut matters more than ever. | was
never so disappointed in my life To
think that another day WIZ him last
autumn and | should have been Lady
Blakenhurs:. Just pure i'll luck that he
was called away at that momentr sht.
exclaimed.
She was not cxagserating. IT showed
Il deplJrable lack of originality for d
wealthy Americas, but the fact remained
that it was Mrs. Vans one ambition
in life to IL AIRY into the English aris-
tocracy and secure a title, and she had
been within an ace of capturing tho
weak-minded Blakenhurst
Il ann more sorry than / can say" i
said. sympathetically. This was perfect
~ genuine for was thinking of Pattie
And TO be beaten by Mrs. Hetherton.'
cried Mrs. Van. She paused. as IL
words were too much for her "0f
course, | know that that dear girl. Pat
tie. had nothing to do with the entan-
glement-it was purely her wretched
mothers doing. She had the opportuni-
ty, and she utilized it. As you know,
anyone can manage poor Ernest-that Isl
anybody with Il willard sine had thu
chance" she finished. ruefully.
Chance is everything particularly 81
Monte carlo. | remarked, not knowing
quite what TO say.
And | firmly believe the dear boy
would have been happier with me-
could manage him better than an inex-
pCrienced girl like Pattic'
Mrs. Van had certainly managed one
husband very efficiently. He had worked
commercially hard TO make money and
then, just as commercially, died
Il hate Mrs Hetherton!" cried the lit
tie widow, vindictiYely. a al if I had
him to myself for an hour or so-eyen
now she continued, meditativeIy.
| give start.
Has he not seen you yct?"
tY,f1
Just TO remind him Of old times"'
"Oh, | Shouldn't / put in, hastily.
Wouldn't it be rather embarrassing for
all parteST'
Mrs. Vans eyes twinkled mischieyous-
Il wouldn't mind embarrassing Mrs.
Hcthcrton." said she.
gallant colonel who belonged TO a
somewhat rougher school than his bril-
liant daughter, but he was amusing, and
| rather liked him. He was intensely
proud Of Mrs. Vans progress ami was
Just as anxious for her 10 marry into
the English arstocracy as she herself |
dined with them that evening on the Cad
fly. and had an enjoyable time.
Two days slipped away; | saw n little
Of Pattic. and too much Of Mrs. HethdF
ton and the duh Blakcnhurst Then one
day at luncheon time | received note
from Mrs. Van asking me TO dine again
that evening on the yacht. Ii was their
last day in Monte Carlo, she explained,
as they We're sailing at dawn.
On my way down 10 the Gadiy that
evening | called in at the Hethcrton's
hotel To say | would he pleased to ac-
cept their invitation 10 80 10 the Nice
races next day with their party. / hap
pened 10 run across Pattle.
"And whore is the lucky Blakenhurst =
| asked, with smile.
"Oh, poor Ernest got a sick headache
during the afternoon, and went to bed
before dinner | hope it's nothing Sc
rous.' she said anxiousy.
'Oh. no. | said, reassuringly. II
think | saw him looking at an intellI-
gent book this morning-that doubtless
brought it on. An revoir."
| hurried away down TO the port and
IN n few minutes was ON board the Cad
tly-one of the latest things in yachts
for mIlIionaircs. Mrs Van welcomed me
ctfusively.
Only a small party jus, ourselves ana
--- She turned 10 n tall young man
standing in the background Il think
yon know Lord Ernest Blakcnhurst%"
Sick headache indeed. | could have
almost laughed, if | had not thought of
the deception practiced on poor Pattie.
Mrs. Van caught hold Of his arm, and
ne cam" forward looking somewhat
sheepiSh
"Hullo, Trench he said. with Il stupid
nod; NO idea YOU were coming"
The surprise is not all on YOUR sider'
replied. attempting to instili proper
touch or severity into my tome.
The little widows eyes were almost
dancing with unholy joy as they met
mine.
Il told you | should like to-" she whis-
percd 20 me, triumphantly.
! shook my head rcproyingly. Still rs
the yacht was sailing in few hours
time no harm could he done
We went in 10 dinner, which, like all
Mrs. Vans entertainments. was in the
way Of an object lesson on the advan,
ta&eS of wealth. As | watched her
handling Of the inane Ernest / confess /
Was moved TO admiration. 1t was art in
the hishest sense. and | was more than
thankful, for Pattie's sake. that the Cad
fly was departing almost Immediately.
Attcrward the colonel led Blakcuhurst