Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-12-27

a trcmDie.
Yes, and my head feels like lead.
Becca you need not tell any one THAI
you found me like this he went on;
they might think that I'd been talk
ling too much drink"
For certain and sure they would.
Lor, sir, how sorry my mistress would
be to hear Of it,"
Your mistress?"
yes. the Lady Norah."
Lady Moran your mistressg' he
Isaid. Wait a minute and he sank
down on the bank again.
Becca, perfectly content to remain
for many minutes if she could giean
any further information, seated her
self beside him.
As she did SO stealthy footstep
came over the grass behind them and
Guilford Berton approached.
! There was no particular reason why
he should choose the grass instead of
the path, but it was his habit to moe.
about as noiselessly as possible, and
as he walked with his head hung low
and in deep thought, he did not see
them until he was close upon them
! Then he pulled up and stepped pc
hind a tree.
Yes, sir, Lady Norah has took me
to be a kind of companion" said
Becca, with a touch of pride.
Il see. Well, Lady Norah will have
a very pretty companion" he said me-
chemically. He was thinking whether
he could trust this girl with a mes
sage for Norah. He must see her
agaiD-must lay his heart bare to her.
DO you think you can take a message
20 Lady Norah for me, Beccsa? ?" he
said.
"You trust me, SIR she said, con-
lcisely
Yes said Cyril, II think | will.
VIII you tell Lady Norah that shall
be in the glade where l painted Cas-
per, and say that l beg her to meet
me there tomorrow at five O'Clock.
He put his hand in his pocket ana
found half-a-crown and gave it to her,
and Becca's brown little paw closed
over it eagerly
I'm be careful and tell her he very
words she said, 'and now I'll go and
get something for you from the
lodge!"
mo, no!' said Cyril. Il will wait
another minute till my head feels less
leady. You run home, Becca.'
I'll stay til you're all right. You
might faint again.
Guilford Berton waited only till he
had heard the message given. then he
glded on quickly and still in the
shadow OF the lodge As he did so
the door opened and Jobson, the lodge
keeper, came out. He was in his
shirt sleeves, and was smoking a long
clay pipe, with which he touched his
forehead as he recognized Mr.. Berton.
Good evening, SIR" he said. Il
thought | heard voices and just slip
ped out to see who it was. Them
darned tramps be about a sight lately"
An inspiration flashed into Berton's
mind.
| He stole up to the man and, laying
a hand ON his shirt sleeve, drew him
forward
Hushn' he said, with an amused
smile. "you did hear voices, but it
isn't tramps,' and he pointed to the
two figures seated on the bank
Why, who is it?" he said in sub
dued voice to match Guilford Berton's.
All, it's that young Becca-"
Yes, it's pretty little Becca and her
sweetheart, | suppose was the an.
swer good naturally spoken. Gust
the night for lovers, eh, Jobsonr'
"Ay, sir he assented. "Lor'. what
Q flint that girl be! She have turnei
the heads of all the young fellows in
the village, and there1l be mischief
among EN- presently, | do think.
That's the worst of pretty girl, Mr..
Berton."
She appears to be able to turn a
London head as well as country
one, said Guilford Berton, with al
most patenal smile. THE young
fellow who is with her is the artist,
Mr.. Burne, who is stopping at the
inn."
You don't say sol" exclaimed Job
son, under his breath. why, he's a
gentleman, bean't he, STRIP
"oh, we'll, gentlemen admire pretty
Igirls, you know, Jobson. We won't
disturb them; we've all been young
lonce, eh?'
You're young vet. sir. Rut tba.
IBeeca's a firt. she bel"
Good night" said Guilford Bert IN
Good night, Beccal" said the sd
man, slyly, as she fitted past, mo-
lment later.
She returned his greeting in n
voice of tho sweetest innocence and
sped on; but Jobson waited, and pres.
lently Cyril walked past.
Jobson was too respectful to adj