Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-06-21
CHAPTER XVII.

songs are glorious-Leola came
bounding down the broad stairs; her
voice rang sweetly and joyously
through the hall. causing the servants
to stop in their work and smile sym
pathetically-causing Mrs. Wetherell,
who was upstairs, to look over the
balustrade and watch the graceful
figure as it fitted over the marble,
and to exclaim:
BLESS her sweet young heart how
she has changed"
Changed, indeed, Who would have
recognized, but for her hair and eyes,
in the light-hearted, brIght-faced girl,
literally glowing with happiness, that
went singing down the steps into the
garden, the heavy, pale-faced girl who
sat In the miserable room in Paradise
row? What had worked the change
wealth, prosperity? Well, scarcely
all the credit can be given to those
powerful agences. The time had not
long passed since she stood insher
room feeling overweighted by the
very extent and ponderosity OF the
grandeur which had fallen upon her;
she felt solitary, oppressed. You will
remember that when she went into
the MUSHROOM that night, she sat
down and sang-what? That sublime
prayer, Ave Marie! Ave Maria."-
sang IT from heart too full and
heavy
Now, as she moved across the lawn,
with that 1.-THE, indescribable grace
peculiar to her, her voice rose, not In
pathetic, pleading prayer--perhaps
because that former prayer had been
answered-but in a joyous old Jaco-
bite ditty-
"wnen Charlie came to our house,
The young cavalier"
The very fading flowers picked up
heart In the bright, autumnal sunlight,
and raised their heads as she passed
them; the birds paused a moment to
listen, then joined in Justify; and II
almost seemed as II all nature had
taken up the chorus, and was singing
in unison with the girls sweet voice.
At least, so II seemed to two men
who, standing In the park, listened in
silence. They were two friends
Lord Beaumont and Cyril Kingsley.
Lord Beaumont had met Cyril as the
former was crossing the park to the
Abbey. and they had stopped to talk.
a friendship, firm and close, almost
a brotherhood. had grown up between
these two, friendship so singular as
almost TO be unique.
Beaumont, as his friends declared,
never seemed so happy as when he
was with the young farmer who man
aged the Home Farm.
Scarcely day passed but Beau
mont would walk down to the farm,
to arrange To meet Cyril somewhere
In the neighborhood.
Sometimes II would be to discuss a
book which they had both read, some
times to ask Cyril's opinion OF a
picture, or sketch, but often just
simply for the pleasure OF being with
him and talking to him.
Cyril was not only on close terms
with Lord Beaumont, but had won his
way, by no unmanly means, to Lady
Howth's favor, and the earl himself
never failed to speak In the highest
terms of young Kingsley" as he
called him.
There was something about Cyril
which attracted people and then
bound them to him in peculiar way
That he was gentleman at heart
and In manner was palpable to the
slowest observer, although he never
for an hour forsook the plain attire
OF farmer, or went out without his
russell gators, or failed in dignifiet
respect to his superiors.
:, u was curious to see the two friend.
.ogether, and one not knowing Their
respective positions would have beer
induced to say that Cyril was the su
perior, for Lord Beaumont always de
ferred to his opinion, and spoke o
him with an affection largely tinget
with respect
Il believe" he said, once to Cicely
NhNh Nslh hdu iSll tue SIuulO-
Lord Beaumont enticed him there as
often as he could-'I believe there Ii
nothing Cyril could not do if he chose
to try. He is wonderfully well
read, he is first-rate linguist, h,
plays, l am convinced, because saw
him humming over piece OF musi,
from the score; and as for athletics
he rides like Mexican, and swimi
like Byron, and"
Would be an Admirable Crichton |
he could paint" said Cicely, with he
sudden smile.
I'm not so sure he cannot do that,
retorted Beaumont for have seel
sketches In his room full OF powe
and beauty"
"Ani yet he is content to remain i
so humble a position as the manage
Of farm" said Cicely.
YES; 1t is a mystery" Lord Beau
mont had replied. thoughtfully. g
often wonder whether there IL som
peculiar turn in the story Of his III