Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-05-17
CHAPTER XII.


died away from Polly's handsome
face, Edward Young marched sullenly
up to the gate, and although Polly
greeted him with very fair limitation
of the smile, 1t did not dispel the
shadow from his brow.
Edward looked at her gioomily.
Whats Master Kingsley want
here?" he asked, not over pleasantly
Polly tossed her head.
mot silver spoons" she retorted
because we don't happen to have
any"
Edward Young hesitated for mo
ment, then with an angry imprecation
stalked Off. He was a hot-tempered
young fellow, and very much in love.
Polly tossed her head with a little
laugh. She knew that she held her
lover pretty tightly, and that his
jealousy was strong evidence of it.
Some women are born without
hearts, and the heartless women are
not always and altogether found in
the fashionable circles. A village
belle can be as heartless as leader
of fashion.
Polly leaned over the gate looking
after her retreating lover, and ar
ranging a small posy of garden flow
ers, with the most perfect unconcern.
To Edward Young she gave not a Sec
ond thought. She was thinking of
Cyril Kingsley. Now Polly was
n,,ita a.. raadu ~ hate ar m Inva fh a :
gentleman. If she had been given her
choice she would have preferred to
love him, and that he should fall in
love with her; but If he proved cold
she would be as ready to hate him.
She was still thinking of him when
the moon rose and shone in the lat.
Seed window of the cottage. 1t was o
lovely night-too warm indoors, and
Polly was still lingering by the gate
when she heard the sound of horses
hoofs.
She thought for moment that II
might be Cyril Kingsley, for, as she
knew, he was often In the habit of rid
ing about the country at night; but
suddenly black horse came round
the bend OF the lane. and Polly knew
that 1t was not Cyril Kingsley, but
Philip Dyce.
All are fish that come to coquette's
net, and she waited the approach OIL
the horseman with smile.
Philip rode slowly down the lane
his pale, thoughtful face graver and
more thoughtful than usual; indeed
he was lost in a reverie, for his reins
lay on the horses back, and Dyces
gray eyes were bent downwards in
deep meditation.
But suddenly he caught the CLEAN
of Polly's white muslin. and, as II with
an effort, he drove the abstraction
from his brow and rode up to the gate
Now, IL Polly had happened to have
gone In before the appearance or that
black horse, or Philip had ridden past
with smile, how differently would
the course of Leola's life have run,
But the black horse stopped short
and Philip himself raising his hat
fell into conversation with the village
belle, whom he knew quite well.
We'll, Polly" he said, his thin lips
wreathed in genial smile, enjoying
the bright moonlight"
well, Mr.. Philip said Polly, co.
quettishly, you're enjoying it, too.
Everybody seems to be out tonight"
Everybody! Who's everybody"
Well" said Polly, mr.. Cyril Kings.
ley, for one"
"oh." said Philip, with his cold,
cynical smile, he has been here, has
her"
"Yes-why shouldn't he? He has
been here to tea" said Polly, with a
toss of her head.
He's an agile young gentleman,
said Philip. 1T is not many hours
ago since he pulled Lord Beaumont
out OF the lake"
"Oh, know all about that" said
Polly, proudly.
"Oh. you do" said Philip. Then
you are Mr.. Kingsley's confidante
Polly, eh?"
Don't talk nonsense, Mr.. Philip
said Polly, smiling.
That's the proper thing to do on q
night like this, Polly" said Mr.. Dyce
quietly slipping from his saddle, and
throwing the bride over his arm
And so Mr. Kingsley took tea with
you, Polly?"
why shouldn't he?' replied Polly
pertly.
''Oh, ! don't know" responded PhiliI
with his cold smile. Mr. Kings
ley is an impartial admirer: dare sa,
ne is equally agreeable with black o,
white"
what do you meant" demanded
Polly.
"Oh. nothing!" said Philip, playing
with his watch-chain, his cold eye:
glancing obliquely at the village belle
But they say that Sir. Kingsley fiirts
with anybody: dark or lair, Mis-:
Leola OF the Abbey, or Polly Marsder
of the village"