The Oakley eagle. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1901-1908, 1906-09-13

DA -dlHh, neI husband, by TINS
| time, had ceased 10 be discussed al
an. Nobody ever said, nowadays
| Does he eare2" is he bothered p
| Everybody realized that. even If ht
hated the whole proceeding. be was
| quite too enotionless a person fout-
wardly) to give a sign.
Proigne did nothing and did II
with conspicuous luxury. Had not his
parents died genteel paupers? Who
gave him his sumptuols DAT in DE
We're Gardens? 1t was his aunt. the
wealthy Mrs. Ciavering And evident
ly this lady didn't mind about Lady
! Newdigate any more than Sir Ralph
minded about Proigne.
But Mrs. Caverley did min she
had been a London belle In her day.
: and had cherished the man whom she
married
In her Curzon street drawing groom
we find her slipping tea and talking
with the daughter OF a dear dead
friend
Now, Amelia" she was saying, Il
know that | can confide to you that
| detest the whole thing terribly. I
want 1t to end. 1t must end"
Il think there might be way"
Lady Wheatsheaf unused aloud
Then she told Proigne's aunt what
the way was.
Mrs. lCaverley was nodding somber-
ly when she finished. mot at all bad,
my dear; not at all bad You're the
sort of woman who could bring them
together. Adela STAFFORD; of course;
yes; your step-sister, and just ready
to appear In the world Only IS, too;
and Flora Newdigate is 80, If day.
Is the resemblance so striking?"
It's really wonderful; though Flora,
you know, is much more beautiful"
Lady Wheatsheaf rose to go.
Bring her here to tea on Friday;
don't fall" pleaded Mrs Caverley.
IN have Cyril. | positively promise
him. And you must positively prom
Use me Adela.'
Adela STAFFORD met Proigpe at
many places besides his aunts Mouse
in the near future. Lady Wheatsheaf
had all the resources of a gay, rich
woman. She sometimes contrived that
meetings which in reality had been
artfully arranged shouI seem prod
ucts OF mere coincidence and accident
One day, FAT Belgravian afternoon
crush, Lady Whe<tsheaf drew Mrs.
Caverley aside
My treasured young sister has tall
en- in love-" she said.
What With Cyril? So quickly?"
1T isn't SO quickly, after all It's
been several weeks, you know.
She was sorrier when she went home
that afternoon. to her house in Port
man square.
You didn't go anywhere to-day.
then. Adela?'
The girl turned from a window
through which she had been gazing
down at the fieet-driyen cabs and vic
torias. Her eyes were woe begone,
but her gaze looked brave. though
harshly panied.
Mrs. Pomfret has been here, Anne
Tia. We have had quite long talk"
"Merciless little scandal-monger.a
thought Lady Wheatsheal.
"sha has told me everything" Adela
W mt on
'What-what?"
THAT Mrs. Caverley and you are
eonspiring to steal from Lady Newdi-
gate her adorer. her vassal. That Won
have bean using ny so-called 'resem-
blanco' to her as lure. That Lady
Newdigate laughs at the whole affair.
and has made it plain that she need
only lift finger to have him repent
antly back at her side"
Hers Adela's wrath blazed out. ~. .
all true!" she cried Il don't blame
you, or Mrs. Cayerley either. You
both had your motives. You. Amelia |
have always wanted me to marry what |
you call we'll Besides. IL love Won
TOO much to blame you for anything"
The girl paused, and drew in a long |
breath. But Cyril Proigne! shout |
like to meet him once more. and
shalt"
"Adelai Why-why?"
ITO tell him how infinitely despise
him for having dared to use me as his
HI. cats paw" She gave a
- R+~tNA DilleAuHSS. AS If /
the finger of his idol couldn't have
been lifted without employing a moor
young country girl like myself as the
lever foree!" She echoed her own
laugh again, and caught up a mantle
and hat which had evidently lain IN
readiness near by.
"Adela!" painted her sister. .where
IN earth are you going? Surely NOT
10 him!'
No, ahot the logged reply, "as If
would! I'm going to her"
"One moment, Adela." threw ont
Lady Wheatsheaf.
But the girl darted away.
To Grosvenor square from Portman
vas ouly'a short drive.
Il think. Miss stra Cord" said The
'utler, who had a long-tried memory
nd recosT- ed Adela as having called
me day with ner sister, the ultra-
mart nlarehioness of Wheatsbeaf
that Lady Newdigate is just at prns,
mt in the library"
Lady Newdigate. a dxeani of lowell