Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-08-09


step for the sound of his voice, but she
waited in vain.
| Mary noticed and remembered long
afterward, how tired her young mis-
tress looked, and how the 1.-THE grace
full form dropped in the chair like a
shaken lily. Mary would have liked to
have said something about the all ab
sorbing topic, but she knew that she
dared not; Leola would not suffer Cos
sip.
Leola went down 10 dinner, pale as
a lily. indeed, but holding her head as
proudly.
| While her heart fionrished at the
hope-the conyiction-that In the post
f! bag there would be letter from the
man she loved and still trusted. She
forced herself to eat, to chat with Mrs
Wetherell, who for her part did not
seem over gay, and looked very grave
and uneasy. That kind-hearted old
lady had grown proud of Cyril Kings
ley-as who had not who knew him,
and she was taking to heart his BAD
conduct and disloyalty.
When the butler had brought in the
claret, (Which he always took away
untouched, and drank himself in the
pantry afterward) the old lady looked
up and sighed
Il am very unhappy tonight, my
DEAR" she said.
YES" said Leola, about"
She could not mention his name.
about Cyril Kingsley" said Mrs.
Wetherell (she Gid not think of Polly.
But women are too ready to grieve
over the man and forget the woman.
Il can't believe this dreadful rumor,
and yeti looks SO suspicious"
Leola drew a long breath, her heart
beat fast.
What looks suspicious? He has
gone to town on business, most proba-
bly,"
Mrs Wetherell looked up eagerly.
| so you really think So" she said
"Oh, do hope that is the explanation!
! But" and she hesitated more sor-
rowfully, why did he not leave word
why was that girl always about the
farm, and why was he out late so
often? And then he has been seen
coming out of the cottage, and-ano
there are so many things"
(Which can be explained" said Le-
ola, her face burning. 1t was some
comfort to be able to defend him.
why should he not go into the cot
tage? He knows all the people, and
goes everywhere; and this girl (the
words sounded rather bitterly went
to the farm for butter and eggs.
But so late in the evening as she
has been seen there" said Mrs. Weth.
erell
Leola arose-they were just going
into the drawing room-and she looked
superb in her beauty and indignation.
her pure, oval face in it's paleness.
set off by the dark ruby velvet dress
and soft creamy lace.
| 'You are using Lady Vaux's argu-
ments," she said, almost fercely.
Mrs. Wethere1l looked up eagerly,
| and something like tear shone in hel
| eyes.
"Only for the, pleasre of hearing you
confute them, Leola, dear Indeed, /
can't believe, and l don't want to be-
lieve this thing Of him. He is too
gentlemanly-too noble to be guilty
OF it."
Much too NOBLE" said Leola
proudly.
They went into the drawingroom
Leola crossed over to the fire, and
held out her hands with little SILVER
She was hot and cold by turns; a
servant entered softly, and laid some
thing on the table.
| 1t was the post.bag.
Mrs. Wetherell looked up eagerly,
but Leola did not move, though her
heart beat furiously, and her face
burned.
There is the post-bag, DEAR sug-
gested Mrs. Wetherell, meekly.
Leola glanced round carelessly, and
! walked-not to the table, but to he
piano. She dared not open the bag,
though her fingers itched
She played a sonata of Schubert's
through from first note to last, care
fully and slowly, then she came across
the room and took up the bag.
| Her back was turned to Mrs. Weth-
erell, who was pouring out the tea,
and could not see the deadly pallor
which overspread Leola's face, as she
turned over the three or four letters
the bag contained.
II Mas a fearful hlnw and for the