Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-08-30

leaving LOrme was certain, and that
he had been so tricked that it might
be plausibly asserted he had gone off
with Polly Marsden was also clear,
but who had done it? Who had
written the letter which had been
thrown into the window of the farm;
and those others which he had re-
ceived at Kingsland?
There was Mr.. Thompson, too,
Great Heaven, when should he get to
the bottom Of the plot, and how many
were tbe.a in it?
Wat should he do? He had some
thoughts al one moment Of making
his way, by force If necessary, into
the Abbey. and getting at Leola or
Mrs. Wetherell.
Once obtain hearing, and he felt
that he could convince them of the
existence of a plot.
But Leola was ill-he could not
force his way into the house and
harm and excite her. OF course
Philip Dyce's statement that she was
TO be his wife was lie. Cyril never
believed it for a moment.
Suddenly he bethought him of
Lord Beaumont.
HE at least is too noble, too full Of
common sense to be deceived by the
plausible story" he thought. HE
will accept my denial and help me.
What an idiot / must be not to have
thought of him! Oh, my darling, my
darling, if l could only get near you,
and snatch you from the hands of
that scoundrel!"
He caught up his hat and went into
the stable.
Saddle my cob," he said to a man.
The man stood still and hesitated
"Quick!" said Cyril, striding to and
fro.
BEG pardon sir, was told that we
wasn't to pay attention to any of
your ORDERS" said the man.
Cyril strobe past him and saddled
the horse himself.
"Stand aside, mani" he said, and
dashing through the yard did not
draw rein until he had reached Howth.
There also he was met with cold
looks and words.
Lord Beaumont is away in town,
Mr. Kingsley" said the footman who
answered the door.
And the earl-the ladies?" said
Cyril, beginning TO chafe
Are not at home" said the man.
That's lie, can see," said Cyril,
calmly, and rode away. "All the world
seems to have risen and proclaimed
me soutcast!" he exclaimed, bitterly,
then suddenly a light broke in the
gloom; a little further down the
drive along which he was galloping
he saw Cicely Stanhope.
He rode UP and, overtaking her,
dropped from the saddle
She started and turned crimson as
she saw who it was, then turned away
slightly and bowed coldly.
Miss Stanhope, for Heavens sake,
don't turn from mel" said Cyril, tor
tured and tried beyond bearing.
There is some hideous mistake, in
deed there is! know what the LOT
think me guilty Of, but some Of them
are fools and some knaves; but YOU
you ought to know that I am limo
cent"
why I in particular, Mr.. KiQgs-
ley?" said Cicely. trying to speak
coldly, but falling beneath his earnest
eye and voice.
enid yp,, not urifn IA r11p?'
81, Mr.. Kingsley" she exclaimed.
Indignantly.
81 only ask the question" said
Cyril, in despair. Listen, Miss Stan
hope I received three letters at
different times-one the night l left
home. 1t was advice contained in
that letter which prompted me to go
so suddenly. l received two Others
at the place to which the first letter
directed me to go. All three letters
were in your handwriting"
"Mr. Kingsley"
Then they we're close limitations"
They were forge. .es!" said Cicely.
will you show me one, Mr.. Kings
ley?"
Cyril stamped his foot on the
ground.
''Will you believe that was fool
enough, mailman enough, to destroy
them-one and all! That anonymous
writer made that a condition, rely
ing upon my honor"
"And you destroyed them?"
Every one," he groaned.
1T is very strange" said Cicely,
why you should think that I, writing
them, should write them anonymous
ly."
Then Cyril explained. He went
through the experience mental and
actual. of those daSe and nights, and
Cicely. listening with wide eyes
and parted lips, could scarce believe
them.
ct is like romance." she said. IF
you had but saved a portion even of
the letters"
"Ah," said Cyril. and he plunged
his hand into his pockets. by
Heaven here is a scrap See tt
hold it tightly, Miss Stanhope! |