Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-05-17

ously, though her eyes flashed FIRE
Il hate herl"
"Quite right" said Philip. 80 do l.
| Polly looked at him suspiciously.
| TITS said, Mr.. Philip, that you are
always at her side," she murmured, In
La tone of complaint.
That's because you will not let me
be by yours, Polly" he said, lightly.
you admire her." said Polly, sharp
ly.
mot in the least" returned Philip
coolly. "She is not my style. like
fair women. Now, IL went to Lon
don"-Polly's ears grew sharp at the
word, and her face flushed; London
was the magic word which always had
power to move her-"if went to Lon
don would rather have a fair woman
by my side than dark girl like Miss
Dale. You know that, Polly"
II don't know anything about it,
said Polly, with badly feigned in.
difference.
IT'S true, though" said Philip.
How well you look tonight, Polly.
| Why, you would be the belle of Lon
don ballroom"
you are hooking me, Mr.. Philip"
said Polly, with mingled pleasure and
incredulity.
mot jot," responded Mr.. Dyce.
Truth is truth. You ought to be in
London, Polly. You would be a
queen there You are lost here
amongst a lot of plow-men and car
ters."
Nonsense" said Polly, but her face
| flushed.
TT is true" said Philip; and" he
continued, changing the subject, cyril
Kingsley had tea with you, eh?"
YES" said Polly tossing her head;
'and very nice-spoken gentleman
he Isl
Don't make me Jealous" said
Philip, with a smile.
Il don't believe that's possible" re-
torted Polly. Everybody says you've
no heart, Mr.. Philip"
'If there is any truth in that rumor,
1t must be because you have got my
heart, Polly"
Miss Polly Marsden blushcd,
though she laughed incredulously.
What nonsense, Mr. Philip! You
know | don't care fig for you, and
don't believe your fine speeches"
81 can't make fine speeches. said
Philip, with little Sigh. I'm not
eloquent like Mr.. Kingsley. If / were
should say-that is l might say
something tonight"
He paused, his keen eyes resting on
hers with hidden scrutiny.
well, what?" demanded Polly.
Polly" he said, apparently drop
ping off to another subject, 'how
should you like to go to London?"
The girl started, almost scnrank,
but she leaned heavily on the gate,
and her large eyes expanded. London!
1t was the dream of her life, and
Philip knew the effect it had upon
her.
! Yes, London" he said; then in a
lower voice he went on to tell her of
the delights, the joys of that wondrous
place, and to picture the triumph that
awaited her whenever she should hap
pen to find herself within its magic
circle.
He stayed talking in low musical
strain for an hour and when he got
into his saddle and slowly rode away,
he left Polly looking dreamily after
him, with her cheeks pale with excite
ment, and her breath coming and go
ing quickly
| London! Was 1t true, all that he
said of it? Should she ever see It?
A cold, cynical smile stole over
Philips face, as he rode homewards.
1t was not for the mere idle pleasure
that he had spent an hour tete-a-tete
with the village belle, not for the frail
enjoyment to be derived from working
on her feelings that he had expended
so much eloquence. There was an
Interior motive in most of Philips
proceedings. What motive could he
have in pouring delusive fables into
the ears Of Polly Marsden?