Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-07-12

surely. He loved Leola Dale and
therefore could not be jealous of
Cyril and Cicely.
He came into the room softly. and
put his hand upon her shoulder.
What is the matter, Edgar?" she
asked, with swift anxiety.
Nothing" he said, with a forced
smile. who was that just went
out?"
Cyril Kingsley" she answered,
simply.
He would not wat she said.
Oh" said Beaumont, dryly, "he
came to see me, them?
"Of course she replied, open-eyed.
Whom else?"
Il didn't know" said Beaumont,
still more dryly, and he turned to his.
easel.
Cyril is a grand fellow-a noble
hearted fellow; she will be a happy
woman-be she whom she may-who
wins him. Eli, Cis?"
Yes she assented, with vague
wonder in her eyes. Why did he
speak IKE lnaL!
"A very noble fellow" repeated Lord
Beaumont, and he worked away as IL
for dear life, while a sense of injury
sat strong upon him.
why can't she tell me?" he
thought. why doesn't she confide
in me? Cyril will be happy man"
he murmured. and then sighed.
Leola did not come down from
her room until the dinner bell had
rung, and then, as she slowly de-
scended the great staircase, it was
with strange sinking and shyness.
She had dressed herself with a new
and quite unusual care, and wore a
delicate robe of cream colored cash
mere. One dark and red rose nestled
on her bosom against the cream color
and that was her only ornament.
AS she crossed the hall she won
dered if Cyril had been up to the
Abbey. Perhaps" she thought, with
a sudden fiutter, The is here now"
and she paused at the library door,
and then hurried on. Surely he will
have come to inquire whether I was
hurt" she told herself, and then she
felt miserable that she had so hidden
herself because she feared that he
should so call.
my DEAR" said Mrs. Wetherell,
coming forward and kissing her. Il
have been SO anxious Let me look
at you. Are you sure you are not
hurt?"
quite" said Leola, kissing her, and
then, passing on to her seat; but
felt very tired, and a little unnerved
and thought it best to rest"
quite right, DEAR" said Mrs.
Wetherell-"you needed It, am sure.
A little sleep was just the thing for
you. | must confess you don't look
any the worst for your fright" she
added, admiringly.
81 do not feel any the worse" said
Leola, smiling.
I'm sure" said Mrs. Wetherell,
George Mortified me by his descrip-
ton of the affair. He says that he was
too far away to be of any use, and
that it was wonder, considering the
speed at which the mare was going,
that MIR. Kingsley did not break his
neck and yours too. George was quite
excited about it, and said that it was
the pluckiest thing he ever saw. Mr..
Kingsley is quite the hero of the
hour"
81 do so want to see him and thank
him. went on Mrs. Wetherell, fer
vently; mot that cold thanks go for
much, or that such man as Cyril
Kingsley would look for them. 1t is
very strange that he has not been up
this afternoon; he generally looks in
some part of the day; and one would
think he would come to inquire after
you. hope" and Mrs. Wetherell
looked up with sudden anxiety, that
he was not hurt!"
Don't be frightened, my dear. If
he had been hurt we should have
heard of it-that good Mrs. Tibbett
would have sent word"
YES" she murmured to herself
"Mrs. Tibbett would send word"
"She is as attached to him as if he
were her own son." said Mrs. Wether-
+ ell. Wont you have any ortolans,
dear? You are eating nothing. Come,
shall feel that you are really i'll"
You were saying"
THAT Mrs. Tibbert seems so at
tached to Cyril Kingsley. She tells
me that he has not been well lately
was down at the farm this morning
and that he is out so much at
night"
"At night?" said Leola.
Eyes, quite late; and that one
night he did not get back until morn
ing. 1t is something to do with the
farm, suppose" she went on; but
do not know. There are no lambs
for him to be anxious about now"
NO." said Leola softly Why should
he be out all night, she wondered.
Il myself" said Mrs. Wetherell,
noticed that he looked pale and wor-