Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1906-08-01

Does he care?" "Is he bothered ?"
Everybody realized that, even if he
hated the whole proceeding, he was
quite too emotionless a person (out-
wardly) to give sign.
Proigne did nothing" and did it
with conspicuous luxury. Had not his
parents died genteel paupers? Who
gave him his sumptuoIs fiat in De
We're Gardens? 1t was his aunt, the
wealthy Mrs. Clavering. And evident
ly this lady didn't mind about Lady
Newdigate any more than Sir Ralph
minded about Proigne.
But Mrs. Caverley did min. She
had been London belle in her day,
and had cherished the man whom she
| married.
In her Curzon street drawing-room
we find her slipping tea and talking
with the daughter of a dear dead
friend.
Nov, Amelia she was saying, 81
detest the whole thing terribly. I
want it to end. It must end"
~ think there might be way"
Lady Wheatsheaf unused aloud.
Then she told Proigne's aunt what
the way" was.
Mrs. Caverley was nodding somber-
ly when she finished. mot at all bad,
my dear; not at all bad. You're the
sort of woman who could bring them
together. Adela Stanford; of course;
yes; your step-sister, and just ready
to appear In the world Only 18, too;
and Flora Newdigate > is 80, If a day.
Is the resemblance so striking?"
'It's really wonderful; though Flora,
you know, is much more beautiful"
Lady Wheatsheaf rose to go.
Bring her here to tea on Friday;
don't fall" pleaded Mrs. Caverley.
''I'll have Cyril. I positively promise
! him. And you must positively prom
Use me Adela.'
Adela Stanford met Proigne at
many places besides his aunt's> house
in the near future. Lady Wheatsheaf
had all the resources of a gay, rich
woman. She sometimes contrived that
meetings which in reality had been
artfully arranged shoulu seem prod
ucts of mere coincidence and accident.
One day, at Belgravian afternoon
crush, Lady Wheatsheaf drew Mrs.
Caverley aside.
I my treasured young sister has fall
en- in love-" she said.
What! With Cyril? So quickly?"
1T isn't so quickly, after all. It's
been several weeks, you know
She was sorrier when she went home
that afternoon, to her house in Port
man square.
"You didn't go anywhere to-day,
then, Adela?"
The girl turned from window
through which she had been gazing
down at the feet-driven cabs and VIC
torias. Her eyes were woe-begone,
but her gaze looked brave, though
harsh]y panied.
Mrs. Pomfret has been here, Ame-
liza. We have had quite long talk"
"Merciless little scandal-monger,'
thought Lady Wheatshea1
"Sh2 has told me everything" Adela
won't on.
"What-what?'
THAT Mrs. Caverley and you are
coEspiring to steal from Lady Newdi-
gate her adorer, her vassal. That you
| have been using my so-called 'resem-
blance' to her as lure. That Lady
Newdigate laughs at the whole affair,
and has made it plain that she need
only lift finger to have him repent
antly back at her side.''
Here Adela's wrath blazed out. "IL 8
MI true!" she cried 81 don't blame
you, or Mrs. Caverley either. You
both had your motives. You, Amelia
have always wanted me to marry what
you call we'll Besides, IL love you
too much to blame you for anything
The girl paused, and drew in a lone
breath. :'But Cyril Proigne! l shout
like to meet him once more, and
SHALL"
"Adela! Why-why?
ITO tell him how infinitely despise
him for having dared to use me as his
makeshift, hiS cats paw" She gave 9
laugh of piercing bitterness. "As il
the finger of his idol couldn't have
been lifted without employing a poor
young country girl like myself as thu
lever force!" She echoed her owr
laugh again, and caught up a mantle
and hat which had evidently lain II
readiness near by.
"Adela!" painted her sister. where
on earth are you going? Surely no,
to him!"
NO." shot the logged reply, las i
would! I'm going to her."
Zone moment, Adela." threw ou
Lady Wheatsheaf.
But the girl darted away.
To Grosvenor square from Portmar
was only short drive.
Il think, Miss Stra::ord," said tn,
butler, who had long-tried >memor,
and recognized Adela as having Gale,
one day with her sister, the ultra
smart marchioness of Wheatsheat
"that Lady Newdigate is just at pres
ent in the library"
Lady Newdigate, dream of lowell
ness in. clinging violet silks, rose a,
she entered.
! "Ah, you're alone:". said Adela
glancing here and there and flndin,
that only coigns of shadow and patch
es of brightness encircled that one en-
chanting figure in the half-gloome,
chamber. !!
Lady Newdigate ,of whom it ha,
been declared that an active volcan,
could not non-plus her) merely an
swered:'t Wont you have a cup o
tea?" = .. 49,. >.
i '..No, thanks. Il don't care to ST