Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-07-05
Leola Dale's
Fortune FL
~ Charles Carv;ss


know the story of his life. Never, by
word or deed, had he raised the veil
which so completely concealed his
past.
Once or twice she had timidly en-
deavored to lead up to some point in
his career which revealed, should give
some clew, but he had steadily re-
| fused to move from his reserve, and
Leola had at last come to think that
some great sorrow had rendered the
past unwelcome and distastefui.
AS she glanced at him now, she
thought that never surely could there
have been a nobler face, a more
natural dignity and frankness; and a
thought which had often filed her
with vague delight REQUIRED to her
1t was:
HE is my servant, my friend; |
can have him near me by word"
She never examined this feeling-a
strange one for woman young and
beautiful to cherish. She scarcely
knew how great pleasure she took
in his society-scarcely realized to
the full the blank which would occur
in her life If he were to suddenly
leave her forever.
She, the mistress of Lorme, saw
this man, Cyril Kingsley, every day,
and unconsciously looked forward to
his coming.
No business matter, however com
plieated, seemed tedious when he
was expounding it to her. His
very phrases grew familiar to and
haunted her, and often when she was
alone something he had said rang
in her ears, as the fragments of
song haunt one pleasantly.
Why was this? Leola could not
answer, because she had never askei
herself the question. All she knew
was that while Cyril Kingsley was by
her side life seemed brighter and
more enjoyable, and that among all
the sons of men whom she had met,
he seemed the grandest type of man
hood.
Dangerous? Yes, to a woman Of
the world. But Leola, for all her
wealth, and popularity, and position,
was still as unsophisticated at heart
as the girl who sat trembling with her
last penny in her hand in the lodging
house Of Paradise Row.
One fact more. When he was by
her side she felt her better nature as
sert itself. With Philip Dyce she
was continually fighting against the
fascination which he exerted was con
tinually suppressing ner real nature,
and putting herself on her guard. But
with Cyril Kingsley the pure, girlish
spirit was free. She felt--it was
ridiculous, of coursel--that he was
protecting her.
This morning, therefore, she rode
at his side happy and light-hearted, and
vaguely wondering why he did not
talk to her as usual. AS rule he
would point out any object of interest,
his quick eyes being the first to detail
some scampering squirrel or soaring
lark. But today he rode al her side
silent and preoccupied, his eyes either
looking dreamily ahead or fixed on
her mare.
They reached Brookley, and Leola
dismounted to visit a bedridden old
woman, whom Mrs. Wetherells chart.
table heart had discovered and be.
friended.
Cyril dismounted also. and went
into n neighboring cottage for glass
of water.
He was known for miles round the
estate, and was always welcome at
farm or cottage, and the old woman
who drew the water from the well
was all smiles and courtesies.
You don't look so well this morn
ing, Master Kingsley she said, with
respectful affection. Lost all your
roses"
The roses are for girls, dame"
said Cyril.
The old woman chuckled.
'Ah, Master Cyril, you remind me
of what Sir Godfrey used to say to
me. He was bold, outspoken one,
he was, when he was young. He used
to ride over here just as you might
Master Cyril, and when | offered him
a flower, respectful like, he'd say
the prettiest roses in the garden,
Bessie, you carry in your cheeks,' !"
and the old woman sighed. Il was as
rosy as Polly Marsden in those days.
Master Cyril. And how be Polly?'
she asked, abruptly, with smile.
so far as | know" said Cyril, sur
prised by the question in the best of
health, dame"
"Ah," said the old woman, with a
nod of her head, she ought to be a
happy and proud girl, she ought, Mas
ter Kingsley"
Cyril was about to ask why, but
Leola came out of the cottage at that
moment, and he FASTENED to seat her;
and as he took the tiny foot In his
hand the old woman's words went
out of his mind like chaff before the
wind. he remembered them after