Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-09-06

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Can you say thar" said Cicely.
81 am certain of it." said Cyril; Il
mistrusted him the moment l first
saw him, and he hated me. Eut for
his insinuatior7 :, so far as they con
cerned myself alone, | care nothing
IL is Leola for whom fear. L can
scarcely yet believe that she has
promised to be his wife. | heard il
from his own lips, and took it as an
idle. insolent taunt; but now-now
that you tell me-
1T is true, | am afraid" said
Cicely, with a sigh. Poor Leola!"
Don't pity her." said Cyril. sit is
too soon for that. She is not his
wife yet"
What can you do to prevent her
pertinent question. What could he
do?"
He could go up to the Abbey-and
be refused admittance. Indeed, he
was even now trespassing on the
estate from which he had been
warned.
Cyril ground his teeth. It was a
becoming so?" asked Cicely, sadly.
IL Philip Dyce succeeded in per
suading her to go abroad what could
Cyril do? Which way should he
turn?
So lost was he in abstraction that
he almost forgot Cicely. At last he
started and held out his hand.
Thanks are but poor things, Miss
Stanhope." he said. Believe me.
am grateful for your trust in me. You
know, do not even believe me
guilty"
Indeed, do not" said Cicely
simply.
Cyril bent over her hand and touch.
ed 1t with his lips.
May you never know the meaning
OF the suffering | am enduring" he
said; then he drew himself upright,
and added quietly, But the fight is
not yet over. There is struggle to
come and Philip Dyce may not be the
victor this time"
Il hope not" said Cicely, SO fer,
vently that Cyril's face grew warm
with gratitude. "And where are you
going now?" she asked.
| Cyril leaped into the saddle with a
short laugh.
Il scarcely know" he said 81 am
trespassing," and he laughed rather
curiously. Il have been warned off
the premises, you know But I do
not thiok l shall go just yet"
"Will you come on to the Howth,
Mr.. Kingsley" said Cicely.
Cyril shook his head.
No" he said. You believe and
trust me, but others may not. II
Lord Beaumont were at home / could
tell him all, but | have no right to
intrude on the earl and countess"
DO come" said Cicely, earnestly.
But Cyril shook his head, and lift.
Ing his hat rode of
Dr. Thorne was a clever man, and
not wont to indulge in idle predic-
tons.
He had gone out of his way TO
warn Mrs. Wetherell against I,eola's
indulging in any excitement. and
Leola, having chosen TO disregard this
warning, was now realizing his wis
dom.
And yet she fought so bravely that
a superficial observer would never
have detected that anything was
amiss with her.
She came home from the ball the
afilanced wife of Philip Dyce. pledged
10 him for lifei She came home be-
wildered and confused, with a heavy
surging in her brain like the sound
OF waves, and that confusion and
surging remained with her still,
numbing her mental faculties and al.
most paralyzing her physical powers.
She could not think could not rea-
son. She knew that she had promised
10 be Philip Dyce's wife. and she tried
to forget that other faithless one;
but Cyril's face continually rose be-
fore her eyes. Cyrils voice was al
ways in her ears, and both were full
OF accusation.
She was hot and cold by turns.
All through the night, or rather the
few hours before the dawn. she was
half numbed, sometimes forgetting
Cyril for few moments. then forget
ting that she had promised Philip
Dyce.
A woman can understand what she
felL no man can either understand OF
describe II.
In the morning she rose languid
and spiritless, and as benumbed as
II she had slept on a snowbank.
She had given up all hope Of hear
Ing from Cyril since old Marsden had
appeared with Polly's letter-she did
not expect to see him again.
When she came down to breakfast
little before noon, she was calm and
composed.
Mrs. wetherell kissed her and huns
about her with more than materna
solicitude.
is IT true, Leola, dear'" she asked