Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-08-30

Cyril turned slightly away to hide
the emotion which showed itself in
his quivering lip and pale face.
@Simmonds," he said, there has
/, been some foul play"
Indeed there has, Mr.. Kingsley"
said Simmonds, grimly.
But not ON my part, although am
credited with it. Simmonds, will you
take a message TO Miss Dale-or Mrs.
Wetherell from me?"
IF you don't mind waiting outside,
sir" said Simmonds, gravely. my
orders were strict; you were not to
be allowed to set foot in the Abbey"
Cyril could not forbear smiling
sadly.
Il will walt outside, Simmonds," he
said. But believe me, the plate
would be as safe as If 1t were in the
hail."
"Ah," said Simmonds, solemnly,
'it amt the plate you're given to
running away with, Mr.. Kingsley"
Now" said Cyril, "go in and tell
Miss Dale's maid, Mary, to tell her
mistress that am here waiting to see
her or Mrs. Wetherell. That is all"
'T'l go, but it's of no use, Mr.
shut the door.
! Cyril seated himself on the stone
coping, and folded his arms, prepared
to be patient and calm; but suddenly
he saw tall figure walk across the
lawn and enter the Abbey by the
| breakfast-room window.
1t was Philip Dyce.
Cyril spring to his feet and his
heart beat fast.
Philip Dyce was permitted to en-
ter the house by the window, while
he, Cyril, was kept outside. Patience.
A man needed the patience of Job to
stand 1t!
Five minutes passed before Sim
monds opeued the door. He shook his
head solemnly at Cyril.
"As said, Mr.. Kingsley, neither
of the ladies are at home to you, but
If you will walk down to the Home
Farm Miss Dale will send you a
communication"
very WELL" said Cyril. Good
morning, Simmonds and thank you!"
"Good-morning to you, and good
bye, expect as WE'LL" said Simmonds,
with sigh, and Cyril heard the
heavy door close with it's pondrous
weight
He walked back to the farm in a
state of mind utterly impossible TO
describe, but which may, with some
little difficulty, be imagined.
Would Leola send Mrs. Wetherell,
or servant? How long could 1t be-?
How many hours before they would
suffer him to be at her side? Was she
very ill--dangerously? His heart
sank terribly al the question Heavens,
how should he bear this business?
He entered the cottage, waved Mrs.
Tibet aside. aud seated himself in
the parlor, trying to unravel the
knot which Mr.. Dyce's ingenuity had
tied, but in vain; 1t was all Leola,
Leola.
Suddenly the door opened, Cyril
sprang to his feet, and confronted
Philip Dyce.
CHAPTER xxxiII.
The two men STOOD and regarded
each other; Cyril calm and stern,
with his finely cut lips compressed,
and his eyes flashing contemptuous
scorn: Philip with his covert sheer
on his handsome. sinister face, his
eyelids half lifted, his white hand
playing with the dark mustache.
His whole attitude was so much
that of the man who had won his
game and had come to gloat over
and taunt his adversary. that Cyril
had much ado to refrain from striking
the cold, thin, sneering lips.
Philip Dyce nodded, just as he
would have done to servant who
had been detected in fault
"Good-morning, Kingsley. You have
returned, see"
Cyril nodded CURLY.
II have returned. as you see, Mr..
Dyce."
Rather UNEXPECTEDLY" said Philip
nut that is your business. You will
be free in few minutes to so back
to-anywhere you please, in fact"
Indeed" said Cyril
"Yes-you called at The Abbey just
now"
81 did. wished to see Miss Dale
or Mrs. wetherell, as you may be
aware"
Il am aware, and I am. must say,
astonished at your want of taste"
said Philip Dyce, struggling his shoul-
ders. Considering that your little
escapade is known all over the place,
and that it must have reached Miss
Dale's--your mistress'-ears, must
say should have expected better
taste from you than to endeavor TO
force your presence upon her"
Cyril's eyes flashed fire.
BE careful. Mr.. Dyce." he said.
with a smile that was ominous: BE
careful BOW far YOU go with me. l
am : man who can restrain himself