Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1904-08-11

as Sne sat IN LnS railway cara
specially ordered drawing-room car
in the train that was whirling her and
her husband to London, she fought
hard against the fearful misery that
seemed weighing upon her heart, and
harder still TO realize her position
and efface the memory from her
heart of the one man in the whole
world who had touched it.
She was married to Arthur, Lord
Carr-Lyon, she was his lawful wife.
and, Heaven helping her, she would
try and do her duty by him, try and
fulfill the marriage VOWS which she
had sworn before her cousin the
bishop that morning.
She did not love him-yet-but she
would try to.
Meanwhile she would do all she
could to please him, would hide from
him the aching void in her heart, ana
try to be a good wife.
Fortunately for her, her lord and
husband seemed as little inclined for
conversation as she did, for il ne had
begun to bother her with attentions it
is as likely as not that she would have
broken down and that scene would
have resulted.
But Lord Carr-Lyon seemed moody
and depressed, absent-minded and pre-
occupied; and, though he made a re,
mark now and again, he sat for the
most part behind a newspaper, which,
CT 10 ha cd
Now and again he got out and got
some refreshments at the large sta
tons, and for some hours left her
alone while he got a cigar-many
cigars-in the smoking compartment.
1t was supposed to be the happiest
day in his life, but l don't think he
had spent a more miserable one.
He had obtained the dearest wish
of his heart.
Kate Meddon was his wife, but he
could not forget for one instant the
white face of the man lying in the
quarry cottage, the man whom he had
recognized as Desmond Carr-Lyon,
the rightful owner of the title he,
Arthur, bore.
The train reached London at last,
and he came to the car door.
Were here" he said, in low
voice. Are you tired?" and he raised
his eyes to her white, weary face,
1.-The trains beastly late, and it's long
journey"
81 am little tired" she said, as
pleasantly as she could. Have we far
to go? l know. little or nothing OF
London"
mo, it's not very far to Park Lane, I"
he said.
He led her to the car-way, a couple
of footmen, who had hurried up, fol-
lowing up with the costly furs and
trifles with which the car had seemed
half loaded, and she saw splendidls
carriage waiting, with a
wigged coachman on the box.
1t would have filled the major with
joy, but it brought not spark of
consolation to poor Kate
And yet how happy she would have
been walking to hansom cab leaning
on the arm of Clifford Raven!
The people on the platform looked
at them as they passed, attracted as
much by her beauty as the powdered
footmen.
What a lovely girl" said one
Bride and bridegroom. How pale
she isl"
They got into the carriage, and
Lord Carr-Iyon attentively arranged
the furs around her.
I'VE shall soon be at home" he
said; then you can rest. There will
be time before dinner
81 am not so tired as all that
Arthur" she said.
1t was the first time she had ever
called him by his Christian name, and
one time, not long ago, his heart
would have thrilled at the sound of it
on her lips, but his face did not
tighten or grow brighter.
The carriage sped swiftly through
the London streets, and pulled up at
the house in Park Lane.
1t was not very large. but it was
completely and artistically appointed.
even for these approximations times.
and Kate tried to appreciate it as she
looked around the small hall, with it's
costly mosaics and splendid hangings.
what beautiful house it seems. :"
she said
yes he said; cts not bad. It's
a hole, though, compared to some of
them. You'll find your rooms pretty
decent. Better go and rest. Wen
have dinner when you like,"
Her maid stood quietly and re-
speetfully eager to welcome her. ana
led the way to her rooms.
There were three, en- suite, all
beautifully decorated and appointed
bedroom, and dressing-room, and a
boudoir, in china-blue and gold.
There was piano in the boudoir.
and pictures in all the rooms-water.
eolors and cabinets-exotics, statu-
cites; all the things which the world
considers as necessaries rather than
Injuries.
Kate looked around with a dazeG
feeling. Was she asleep and dream.