Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1906-08-21

He did not see her coming. He was
lost in a dream Of thought. Stretched
in low chair, he lay with his eyes fixed
on the family moving canopy of leaves
above his head. Beside him were placed
writing materials.
As the swish of her dress reached his
ears Gerald started, then sprang to his
feet. His first thought was that he should
see Antonio. The girl lived so wildly be-
fore him that this was a natural thought,
and for an instant joy took possession
OF him then as he saw that small, black
robed figure, with its mocking smile and
its hard expression, standing before him,
he turned gray and the sunshine was
blackened
Elizabeth Marchmont saw that look on
his face; she saw him recoil from her,
and she was convulsed with passion.
Have you no word to say to me, Ger
aldt" she said, shrilly; mo word of well
Gomez"
why do you come to me?' he asked.
What have to do with you?"
You belong to me-" she said Il have
come to tell you this"
His eyes fell suddenly upon the papers
scattered on that table close beside her.
She caught sight of Antonia's name, and
as she bent forward she read some of the
passionate words he had just written.
She took the papers up and tore them
viciously into small pieces.
There is no other love for you," she
said; you belong to me-
You are mad" he said II am moth
ing to you. l never have been anything.
1t is true in the past / amused myself
a little by flirting with you, but l never
gave you the smallest cause to consider
there was anything more thsn mere
amusement, You 90 yourself a great
wrong, Lady Betty, and you do me
wrong also. have seen this approach
ing; l have tried to check it. There is
nothing in life that can bring US together"
You are wrong" she said I'VE are
linked together by crime We stand here
well thought of by all the world, yet we
know ourselves for what we really are
do not hesitate to tell you, Gerald, that
have stopped at nothing that would give
me freedom. You SILVER. Are you, then,
So much better than l am? By what
right do you live in this place? Why
should you possess so much? What have
you done with Hubert Tenby?"
That gray, ashen look crept anew over
Gerald's face.
mot even crime" he answered her.
thickly, 'can put me on the same level
with you. If you have sunk to degrade
ton to satisfy your vanity, you will get
no help from me. l deny your right to
class yourself in with me. l deny your
right to question me. You have some
mad idea in your brain. Hubert Tenby is
dead. l am master here. / know" he
went on, more quickly, what folly it is
you have put into your brain, and you
have been deceived by the story Miss
Marchmont has told you. She told it to
me also, that story that spoke of her
meeting with a man who called himself
Hubert Tenby. Such things do happen
now and then, that the chance of an ex-
traordinary resemblance is used as
means for fraud. l myself have seen this
man." Gerald went on, gathering bold
ness as he spoke Il can take you to him
if you wish. He was easily satisfied; /
only regret that the scoundrel should have
worked so completely upon Miss march
mont's feelings. l fear he has made her
very unhappy, but l am making it my
business to prevent him coming into con-
tact with her again, for so strong is the
resemblance between this man and nv
dead kinsman that l should not be aston
ished if this proud girl should be led to
commit any folly at this mans instiga-
ton"
He turned as he said these words and
walked swiftly away from her. and Lady
Betty turned to go away from this place,
about which she had woven so many
dreams in the past, and as she went she
met the same footman advancing across
the grass, and following him closely an
other man, a big, burly, country looking
man, whom vaguely Lady Betty remem-
bered to have noticed somewhere before.
AS the servant spoke TO her she realized
where it was that she had seen this man.
He had been walking with Antonio that
by-gone morning, he was the friend of
whom Antonio had spoken to her. the
man who had come back to England with
Hubert Tenby.
Gould you not find Sir Gerald, nv
LADY," the footman asked, respectfully.
Betty Marchmont hardly knew what
she answered. All at once she felt fright
ened. She turned ashen white and trem-
bled in every limb.
Without giving heed to the curiosity
that was clearly visible on the servants
fact, she almost ran in her haste to leave
Mil Cross Court