Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-06-14

He nodded warming his hands at
the fire. and looking round at her
with smile.
"Yes-what do you think? Can
You guess? Well, then what do you
say to-London?"
Polly's handsome face crimsoned,
and she opened her mouth with a
gasp.
Me go TO London?"
He nodded.
Eyes, | have made all arrange
ments, think; you know / promised
that you should go, and l always
keep my promise"
But" breathed Polly, doubt
fully.
| He smiled.
Let me tell you all aoout it," he
said. We'll. l have a very kind
friend up there. a lady, and wrote
and told her that had another friend
down here, who was buried alive.
and wasted in this hole of a place.
Which l am said Polly, beneath
her breath, and with a vain toss of
the head.
Which you are" he echoed; "and
that I wanted her to let you come
and stay with her."
/ AS a servant" asked Polly, appre-
hensively.
NO, as a friend" said Mr.. Philip.
YES" said Polly, with sigh of
qualification.
| "And this lady, who was anxious
to do me service, replied that she
would only be too glad to see the
dear girl. OF course told her what
a nice girl you are. Polly"
| Polly smiled and smoothed the rib
bons on her bosom.
and so,'' said Philip, rather
abruptly, "the matter was settled"
And what's the lady's name, and
where does she live, and when am /
to go?' asked Polly, all in breath
Philip smiled.
"One at time. And now I think
of it, as you will perhaps talk in
your sleep, it will be better not to
tell you all you ask. At any rate,
you'll get on with the lady; and she
lives in the best part of London,
near the shops and the theaters."
He paused to mark, with a half
concealed and amused contempt, the
smile of satisfaction that beamed
upon Polly's face; but suddenly it
vanished, and grew apprehensive.
But father!" she murmured, sor-
rowfully, father will never let me
go. He always flies into a passion
when | mention London; and he's
sworn oh, heaps of times-that |
shan't go!'
Well" said Dyce, struggling his
shoulders, 'if father will not give his
consent, you must go without it."
But how?" asked Polly, scarcely
shrinking.
Leave that to me-" returned Dyce,
persuasively; 'Tll arrange that as l
have arranged the rest. You can
| trust me?"
Polly nodded
only remember one thing, that l
may want you to start quite suddenly
shall you be ready?"
Yes, quite" answered Polly, eager
lly. "I'll pack up tonight"
"A mere bundle" said Philip, warn
ingly. You can buy dresses and
oh, everything you want when we get
there, you know"
| Polly nodded.
I'll be ready, Mr. Philip, when
ever you send me word
"Then that's all right" said Dyce
And and-not word to anyone
Polly laughed confidently.
| Catch mel" she said significantly
"A word would ruin all, and
should regret my part in this little
plan for giving you chance of see
| ing the great CITY,"
Il won't say a word said Polly,
earnestly, mot to soul"
What's that?' interrupted Dyce.
| He did not hear a sound save the
wind, but he wanted to bring the
| interview to an end
ITS father exclaimed Polly, with
sudden terror "Oh go!"
Goodnight, whispered Dyce,
kissing her hurriedly. And in another
instant he was outside.
| He waited moment to glance
around him; all was dark and silent,
and then he hurried on.
He turned once to peer back at the
farm lights, and smiled sardoni-
cally.
"Mr. Cyril Kingsley" he murmured,
lightly, you will soon be disposed of
| / think"
| To be Continued.