Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-03-01

the club"
"Good-by," she murmured.
Without one friendly word?" he
asked. Must l wait for that, too,
till this EVENING""
She nodded CURLY and as if en-
/ barrassed, and then she left him. He
! looked after her until she disappeared
through the tall gateway.
He had no suspicion that she had
already betrayed him.
/ He had lain awake the whole night,
and had at length made it clear to
himself that he must marry her, the
sooner the better, and then it would
be over, this torturing restlessness,
and he should have kept his word as
la man of honor. The other-was
lost to him forever. A man can for
give many things in this world, but
such treachery, never. 1t had been
a weakness in him in the presence of
the sister, his trustful Katie, even to
give thought to the past.
He called his mother out, put his
books down on table, and began
to talk with her about building over
the house, which was to be begun that
very summer.
Soon after, Katie was standing in
Gussie's little boudoir There were
heavy, bright-striped woollen curtains
at the windows; on the walls were
numbers of English pictures of races,
and in corner was a stand of elegant
riding and driving whips, fishing-rods,
and dog-collars. On the carpet be-
fore the fireplace lay three beautiful
black and tan dogs. The writing
table was heaped up with terracotta
dogs and horses, and pictures of the
! favorite animals. A large photograph
of a young officer on horseback hung
over the sofa, in addition to which
there were portraits of the reigning
| family, and some celebrated sports
men. Everywhere there were chairs
and stools; at the window, half-hidden
under the curtains, as If it felt
ashamed of its presence, stood a work
table, on which was d red velvet cas-
ket, ornamented with a coat of arms
in ivory. Beside it there lay actually
a piece of woman's work, strips of
flannel sewed together in anything
but an artistic manner-bandage for
horses legs. The one small book
case contained selection of books
which would have done credit to a
fast cavalry officer.
The young mistress of this room
was leaning back in rocking-chair;
already in her habit she was rocking
slowly while waiting for her visitor,
and smoking a cigarette, the smoke
from which she blew into the air
in highly artistic rings. She was a
dainty little creature, like doll, with
a thin, sunburnt face, which, how
ever, was not unsuited 10 the wonder
fully large gray, starry eyes, the
cherry lips, and the mass of brown
hair over the forehead.
you have come at last" she cried,
springing up from her chair as Katie
came. Come, put on your habit
quickly, for Hans Wegstedt is wait
ing now
She pushed Katie into the next
room, and helped her to make her
toilet for the ride.
Here, take this Jockey-cap. l will
put on the hat-so! You look charm
ing in it, and now come. What. silk
gloves? Oh, you can't wear those.
Will any of mine fit you? Try
rs that your betrothed?" asked
Katie, looking at the picture of the of
ficer over the sofa, while forcing her
slender hands into the gloves.
You have guessed it. The horse
is Caressa, which has won the Pres
burg Handicap five times; once in
Hamburg, three times in Berlin, and
once in Baden-Baden. The last time
he came in, even against Wegstedt
celebrated Pompey, by half length.
Does Wegstedt keep race-horses? -
why not? He can afford it,
do you know his parents?" in.
quired Katie, flushing as she spoke.
Il should think | did, | was at
two balls at their house, last winter, in
Berlin. They have a splendid estab-
lishment. Hans mother is enfant
gate at the court, charming woman,
and so aristocratic. Little Hans looks
like his father; he has nothing at all
from his stately mother, but he is Il
nice boy, isn't he, Katie? And an only
son, too" she continued; "the perfect
idol of his parents. They simply do
everything that he wants them to, to
satisfy their darling-aDd he is really
a good fellow, after ALL
Have they got house in Berlin
too?" Katie's eyes were growing larger
every minute.
To be Continued.