Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-08-02

Leola started, and turned pale.
Lady Vaux put up her gold eye
4 glasses, and stared; Philip Dyce
folded his hands behind him with
grave curiosity.
We'll" said Leola, at last. And
her voice sounded strangely forced
strained.
well, Miss Leola, he-he has
gone"
Core" echoed Lady vaux in an
amazed murmur.
Yes, my lady," said Mrs. Tibet,
dropping a courtesy, hes gone"
But where-where? asked Philip.
"Leola stood, one hand on the table,
her face turned to Mrs. Tibbett.
Heaven only knows where, sir"
answered Mrs. Tibbett. But he's
gone-by the train"
by the train" said Mrs Wetherells
lquiet, gentle voice. "He has gone to
London, do you mean? Why should
that distress you, Mrs. Tibbett?"
mo more it would, ma'am, If he
didn't go so sudden" replied Mrs.
Tibebtt, turning from one to the
other. But he went without word
land so late, too, l saw him myself
last night, and he didn't say word
about going; and yet he went off by
the last train last plight without a
word to anyone"
Philip Dyce started and came up to
the table.
by the last train last night" he
said, musingly.
by the last train, SIR" said Mrs.
Tibet. "Leastways that's all / can
learn. I went up to the station N.Y.
self, for l was SO upset to find that
he hadn't slept in his bed that l
walked up to the station and in
CURED"
There was moments silence.
Leola, very pale, but smiling in
spite of her pallor, faced the group
bravely.
Philip Dyce looked grave.
do you say he went by the last
train?" he said.
"By the last train, sir, and without
bett. "He came ia quite cheerful
and happy-like, and went up to bed,
as l thought; but he must have stole
out and run for the train"
1.-THE last train! Dear met" said
Lady vaux that was the train Polly
Marsden went by"
There was moments intense ST.
lence.
Leola stood like q statue. The full
significance of Lady Vaux's comment
did not strike her for the moment,
but suddenly there flashed across her
mind the idle gossip which Lady
Vaux had INDUCED in on the evening
Of the dinner-party, and how her
ladyship had limited that there was an
intrigue between Cyril and the girl.
1t all flashed back upon her, to-
gether with the recollection of her
and Cyril meeting Polly Marsden that
morning at the farm, and the familiar
nod with which the girl had greeted
| aim.
Leola remembered, too, the look
which Polly had sent after them, it
was the look of jealous woman.
And now-and now they were say
ing that Cyril and the girl had gone
to London by the last train-what did
it mean?
Surely the most trustful and loving
nature is not jealous-proof, thick
though its armor-plate of faith may
be-
Leola stood upright and motionless,
but pang of fear-dread-and yes,
Jealousy, shot through her heart. aad
her face paled slightly. Mrs. Tib-
belts next words did not mend mat
tiers.
Polly Marsden!" she repeated,
family, staring aghast at Lady Vaux.
why she was hanging about the
farm asking for him." she muttered,
absently; then, as she glanced at
Leola, she awoke to the inference
which her murmured words might
bear, and said, catching herself up.
''but what's that to do with Mr..
Cyril, my lady? I've heard as the
girl has run away, but that's nothing
to do with Mr.. Cyril" repeated Mrs.
Tibbett, growing hot with indigna-
ton at the mere idea and turning
from one to the other with out
stretched hands. why, my lady,
she continued, addressing Lady vaux,
and carefully avoiding Leolas eye,
1.-The girl has been hanging about the
farm times without number, always
trying to get word with him-as
everybody in the village always was;
but never said more than a civil
word to her; threw the good-morning
just as he'd throw it to the children.
don't think he so much as knew
whether she was fair or dark, red or
black" .
Philip Dyce smiled, and shook his
head gravely.
Not he" repeated Mrs. Tibbett, all
the more emphatically for this silent