Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-06-28

dusk, and listened to the heavy, drag
ging step on the stairs.
Now, children, you are not TO
trouble Mr. Cyril tonight, because he's
tired and don't want to be worried"
and Mrs. Tibbett drew a chair to the
table for him, and laid out mis- supper,
but only to be grievously disap-
pointed, for, after waiting an hour,
she heard him come down the stairs,
and, as she opened the door, she saw
that he had got on his short overcoat
and cap.
ooh, Mr. Cyril, you have had no
tea, and going out again, too, and
you SO tired" she added, as he buried
his face, and she saw how pale and
haggard it was.
"All right, Mrs. Tibbett," he said,
with his grave smile. Il am just go
ing to take a turn round the farm.
Well" seeing that she was about to
demonstrate, keep a cup of tea and
kiss the children for me-" and he hur-
ried out.
1t was quite dark by this time, but
Cyril knew every inch of the farm,
and needed no lantern. But he was
lost in thought, and merely looked
round in an absent manner; and pres
emily, after pausing a moment to look
up at the sky, in which scarcely a
star could be seen, he wandered to-
ward the park, and, as IL he was obey
ing an impulse rather than any inten-
| ton, drew near the Abbey.
| 1t was with a start of surprise that
he reused from his reverie, and found
himself close to the terrace.
All was silent and peaceful as he
| looked round, and suddenly he lifted
| his arms and stretched them out to
| the house.
AS he did so, almost as if in
answer to his command, or in sym.
pathy with his communing, strain
of music fioated out toward him. 1t
was the organ. Then a voice-he
knew 1t only too well--rose clear and
soft. His face grew less heavy, and
his lips moved.
"Oh, my darling, my darling!" he
murmured, 'if you but knew May
Heaven watch over you, and hold you
in its keeping, my treasure! and
grant you love-ay. even his love, II
your heart is his-and peace."
AS IL in answer to the noble, un.
selfish prayer, rose the sweet voice
In plaintive strain of melody
q qllM 'p9InmInm gu .'9m IoJ sy,,
culver of the lips-"well, can be
7. strong and bear do not regret
have not one regret. AS the wan
derer lost in the bush blesses the star
that shines on him, If only for a
moment, so | bless thee, my star!
| Yes, 1t is better to have loved and
lost than never to have loved at all.
Goodnight, Leola, my love, my love!"
He turned slowly from the terrace,
and was half way across the lawn,
when, lover-like. he looked back for a
last glance, and in that moment saw
a light flash in the library.
| The suddenness of its appearance
and disappearance gave him pause, .
as Hamlet says. If candle it must
have been lit in the room and blown
out He waited, Enthusiastically,
and once more the light flashed mys-
/, teriously.
This time dim suspicion of some
thing wrong seized him. He turned
at once and ran across the lawn to-
ward the house.
Before he gained the terrace he
saw, or rather heard, the library win
dow open, and tall figure glided
quickly but composedly to the left.
Cyril's heart beat fast and furious,
and, accustomed to tracking in the
bush, he dropped on his hands and
knees, and sped with almost incred-
ible swiftness along the terrace, and
in the shadow of the balustrade. But
unfortunately. in his intent watchful-
ness of the disappearing figure, he
overlooked some small Objects
Hover pots-and tumpled right over
one of those useful auyuncts to the
garden.
instantly the noise startled the
pursued, and with a clear bound he
sprang on the terrace into the midst
OF the shrubbery; as instantly Cyril
was after him.
But the fugitive was as cunning as
Cyril. Instead of rushing through
the leaves and betraying his presence,
he waited and glided quietly away
when Cyril was hunting for him a
hundred yards from the place where
he was concealed.
Cyril hunted the place for hours,
long after he was himself convinced
that his prey had escaped him.
CHAPTER XIX.
Utterly regardless OF the wisdom
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