Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-07-26
CHAPTER XIV.


HE will, he viii, he is" almost
shouted Cyril, and he rose and put his
right hand on Mrs. Tibbett's shout
der, and shaking her gently, laughed
aloud.
Whatever is the matter, Master
Cyril, dear?" calculated the good
woman.
Don't ask me-in case / should tell
you" retorted Cyril. GIVE me my
pipe Mrs. Tibbett, you are good
soul; but if you had committed all
the crimes known to man | should
love You because you love-hem!
Give me my pipe and go to bed"
Dear, dear me! how strange you
do talk" murmured Mrs. Tibet,
staring at him as he lighted her
candle.
"oh! there's a letter for you, Mr..
Cyril" she said, reaching it down
from the mantelpiece, at came by
tonight's post. It's marked i'm
portant.' I'd most forget it, you talk
ing so strange put 1t out of my head"
and she wished him goodnight.
Cyril opened his letter, and grew
grave and thoughtful He walked
to the window. and, throwing it open,
leaned out and smoked, thoughtfully,
Suddenly, something struck him on
the shoulder, and dropped at his feet.
1t was letter, and anonymous.
MIR. Cyril Kingsley:--Ir you would
learn something further concerning
the mysterious visitor to the Abbey.
you may do so by going to No. 10
Suffolk street, KiDgsland, and watch
ing There is no time to be lost.
Take the advice OF a friend-who is
none the less u friend because he, or
she, chooses to advise you anonym.
ously--and go up by the midnight
train.
The writer of this, knowing that
he--or she has to deal with an hon
orable man, feels confident that you
win burn this note of warning and
advice as soon as you have read 1t,
and will impute no unworthy motives
to the writer"
That was Cyril. Cyril read it, aud
re-read 1t. What should he do?
1t was womans hand. Where
had he seen 1t before? Yes! 1t was
like Cicely Stanhope's! And yet
But there was no time for conjec.
ture. Go, or not go-that is the
question!
Suddenly he made up his mind, ran
upstairs for his greatcoat, thrust q
purse and some papers into his
p cket, and was out IN the open air
before five minutes had elapsed.
Cyril started of at round pace;
he had sharp trot to catch the mid
night train, and on his way he tried
TO arrive at some conclusion respect.
ing the amount Of wisdom he dis
played in thus taking the advice of an
anonymous correspondent.
IL WISH" he thought, that the un.
seen bearer of this mysterious mis-.
slye had seen fit to deliver 1t earlier
in the evening, | might then have told
Leola, his face softened as he spoke
her name-"that | was about to start
on this wild chase. Or II there had
been time To send her word should
have been better pleased than am
now. What will she think when she
finds that do not come to her tomor-
row."
II was not an agreeable thought,
and Cyril pulled up in his steady trot
and half decided to turn back. but he
did not like broken resolutions, and
having resolved TO go to London, did
not care to turn back.
No" he muttered, IN see this to
the end. can write tomorrow to
my darling. There will be a delight
in that. My first--her first--love
letter"
This helped him to bear the almost
intolerable impatience of the situation
and he ran up the steps and asked
for "a first-class ticket to London.
The regular ticket agent had gone
home for the night, and the porter
who had been left to issue the tickets
was both slow and sleepy.
He knew Cyril, however, and
touched his cap respectfully.
Going up late tonight, sir" he
said.
YES" assented Cyril, absently
mot many passengers by this train.
supposeY'
Not generally" said the porter
"but tonight" he broke of sud
denly "Here she comes, sir-smok
ing carr"
YES" said Cyril, following the por
ter on to the platform.
Then. as he got in and the maj
shut the door, he remembered that
though he thrust his pipe into hi
pocket at starting, he had forgotten
his tobacco.
He let down the window and leane,
out
Have you any tcoacco7" he said
II have forgotten mine"
"Yes--a little. sir; here-where &
IL? All, here you are, sir"
Half viii do" said Cyril. "Yol