Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-11-01

Why, my dear fellow, I've been in too
much of funk all the time, for every
moment I've fancied | heard an hon
est watchdog or a keeper or a gar
dener, or something of the Kind
Come alongl" and he rose and stretch
ed himself.
"But-but if it wasn't you who were
up there and spoke, who was it," de-
manded Cyril
ASK me another" responded his
friend with a stified yawn. Cyril,
you have been star gazing or moon
raking until you have lost your
senses. Who should be up there? Do
you think if any one had been he
would have stopped to talk poetry
with you? Not hei He'd have rung
the alarm bell, sprung a rattle or rid
died you with a revolver; and that's
what will happen to both of us II we
don't clear out" and he almost yawn-
ed his spectacles off.
stop chatting for a moment. Jack.
L tell you that | saw-no, heard some
one up on the terrace! | went I'D
there in the dark and was sitting on
the top step waiting for the moon to
clear, when voice-yours, as I
thought, initiating woman's-said
Swear not by the moon.'-you know
the lines. And I answered. | went
on talking to you, as l thought, and
though got no reply fancied you
were too frightened to carry on q con-
versation in such dangerous nearness
to the house-and- and" he put
his hand to his brow-"Great
Heaven!" blush rose to his tanned
face, II, thinking you had gone
down, uttered some nonsense. No. 1t
was not nonsense; but, Jack, I was
not alone! Some one was there.
Who was it?"
Who's to tell! A woman's voice,
you say? Are you sure?"
Quite sure now
"a housemaid probably"
well, my dear Cyril, it's the only
suggestion | can make Why should
mt housemaid quote Shakespeare?
| tell you she is as likely nowadays to
know him as her mistress is"
bah! it was the voice of lady"
Thanks; you said just now yon
thought it was mine"
Il said retorted Cyril; then
with stifled sigh he allowed his com
panion to draw him away.
Keeping In the shadow of the shrub.
berry they made their way through The
ornamental grounds, crossed the park
and reached the village, and stopped
at The Cheques, as the inn was called.
! Inn is rather dignifed name for the
little place, which was rambling cot
| tage owned by widow of former
Court servant who let two or three
of the rooms as lodgings, and sold
beer, candles, tobacco and peg-tops.
and other articles too numerous to
mention, in one end of the tiny place.
! The two young men entered the sit
ting room and Jack turned up the par.
! ATTN lamp, while Cyril dropped into q
chair and stared thoughtfully into va
cancy.
Jack got a pipe from the mantel
shelf and lit it, then, adjusting his
! spectacles, gazed refiectively at his
musing companion.
Now that they were in the light
one could see the contrast between
the two men. The one, Cyril Burue,
was tall and straight, strong-limbed,
with the peculiar bearing of man
who had gone in for athletics, aud
with a face that was not only hand
some but possessed of that winsoma
ease and grace which one is accus-
toned to associate with good birth
and high training. His hands were
small, yet strengthening; his clothes
sat upon him after the fashion which
bringeth delight to the heart of the
tailor, and there was an air of com
mand about the dark eyes and clean
cut mouth. noticeable even when, as
now. he was in repose.
The other Jack Wesley, was of a
more commonplace type. He was
rather awkward in appearance. with
bent shoulders. and there was that
look about him which belongs to the
brain-worker. 1t was good-natured,
shrewd face, though the eyes behind
the spectacles had acquired some
thing of a cynical expression.
These two young men were fast
friends. Jack thought Cyril the per-
fection of manhood, and admired him
for all the qualities which he (Jack)
lacked; and Cyril regarded his friend
as genius unrecognized as yet by
the world, but as one whose light
would shine out brightly some day.
And yet as Jack regarded his ST.
lent companion there was certain
curious questioning expression in his
eyes,
Il am reluctant to disturb your
meditations. on which no doubt the
fate of nation depends. he said in
his slow. good-naturedly cynical tone,
but my more material nature Is
craving for a whisky and soda and
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