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

CHAPTER XXI.
Cicely Stanhope was shy with
everyone, but of all the persons who
came within the sphere of her life
perhaps Cyril Kingsley was, next OF
course to Beaumont, the most wei
come.
There was something in his quiet
manner, mixed with gentleness and
dignity, that overcame her shyness
and almost dispelled her reserve.
Sometimes, when Cyril was there
watching Lord Beaumont at work
Lord Beaumont would look round and
say:
"Sing something, Cis,' and although
she would have refused-even Lord
Beaumont-if any other had been
present, she did not mind Cyril.
! But lately the enigma had been
somewhat solved; woman-like she de
tected his love for Leola, and hall
guessed that he would have been con
tent to sweep the gravel paths round
the Abbey so that he might be neal
her.
She felt some sympathy for him
She herself was content to dust LORD
Beaumont's pictures and do household
duty in his study, so that she might
be near his loved presence.
Cyril paused at the door, thinking
how pretty she looked as the soft color
rose to her face, and her delicate lips
parted with smile, and she was
thinking how pale and worn he
looked.
Lord Beaumont is not here, Miss
StsDhope! he said.
mo; but he will be directly SAID
Cicely. He has gone to the library
to write a letter. You will wait fol
him? He will be sorry when he
learns you have gone"
4 don't think will watt said
Cyril, suddenly, his voice sounding
constrained and cold. Il merely
looked in as was passing"
Il will go and tell Lord Beaumont
you are here" said Cicely.
mo, please do not" said Cyril.
"You are not looking well. thil
morning, Mr.. Kingsley" she said, in
low voice.
No" he said. with smile.
"Yon are over-working yourself,
she sad, with her eyes fixed on his
face, and SOFT with girls pure sym
athy.
! That would be dificult." he said.
Then you are in trouble" she SAID
almost in whisper. Il am very
sorry"
"A great trouble would be lessenet
| by such sympathy as yours. Miss
Stanhope," he said; but mine is only
little one, because it is selfish
Selfish" she said, drawing in hel
breath. "an troubles are selfish
I'VE want to plan out our Ewes af
ter our own pattern. and find thai
the design is already accomplished,
said Cyril, "and that troubles us-al
of u.s." he added, and his hand rested
gently, reverently on her arm.
you are so brave, she said, in 8
whisper. You can avert and fight
your troubles, and conquer it; bui
some of us are not brave. What are
we to do, Mr.. Kingsley"
"Endure-and wait" said Cyril
who knows" and he spoke signifi
cantly. the trouble may disappear
'Oh! | wanted to speak TO you, Mr
Kingsley | have not seen you since
We were down at the mill. | do sc
want to ask you'll know you will
smile to be careful of that man Slime
"oh, don't laugh! You did not
see his face, and / did. If ever a
man looked-yes, murderous, that
wicked man did. Mr. Kingsley. have
seen that face in my dreams ever
since. Do-pray do-be careful, II
is dangerous. isn't 1t. TO despise even
the weakest enemy?"
Indeed. there Us no cause for fear.
he said. in his low. grave voice: but
I viii not forget your gracious, kind
ly warning. Miss Stanhope. am
grateful that you should think OF one
quite unworthy OF your anxiety" and
In his knightly way he bent down
and touched her white hand with his
| lips. "Good-byei"
Lord Beaumont stood with his hand
on the curtain and a sudden, sharp