Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1906-08-15

Sir -.alph, her husband, by this
time. had ceased TO be discussed at
all. Nobody ever said. nowadays,
Does he oare?" as he bothered ?"
Everybody realized that, even If he
hated the whole proceeding, he was
quite too emotionless a person (out-
wardly) to give sign.
Proigne did nothing" and did il
with conspicuous luxury. Had not his
parents died genteel paupers? Who
gave him his sumptuoLs fat in De
We're Gardens? 1t was his aunt, the
wealthy Mrs. Ciaveriug. 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 room
We find her slipping tea and talking
with the daughter OF dear dead
| friend
Now. Amelia" she was saying. 81
know that | can confide 10 you that
detest the whole thing terribly.
want it TO end. 1t must end"
Il think there might be a way"
Lady Nheatsheaf unused aloud.
Then she told Proigne's aunt what
the way" was.
| Mrs. Caverley was nodding somber-
ly when she finished. Not at all bad,
my dear; not at all bad You're the
sort Of woman who could bring them
together. Adela STAFFORD: OF course;
etc
TO appear in the world. Only is, too;
and Flora Newdigate is 30. 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:
ion't fall" pleaded Mrs. Caverley
III have Cyril | positively promise
him. And you must positively prom
Ise me Adela."
Adela STAFFORD met Proigne at
many places besides his aunt's house
In the near future. Lady Wheatsheaf
had all the resources of n gay, rich
Eoman. She sometimes contrived that
meetings which in reality had been
irtfully arranged Ghoul4 seem prod
One day, at Belgravian afternoon
crush. Lady Wheatsheaf 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 sorr1er 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 feet-driven cabs and vic
torias Her eyes were -begone
but her gaze looked brave, though
barehly panied.
, Mrs. Pomfret has been here. Anne
liza. We have had quite a long tax"
"Merciless little scandal monger,"
thought Lady WheatsheaI.
"ShJ has told me everything" Adela
W ut on.
"What-what?"
THAT Mrs. Cayerley and you are
conspiIing TO steal from Lady Newdi-
gate her adOrer, her vassal. That YOU
have been using my so-called 'resem-
blance' to her as a 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"
Here Adela's wrath bazed out. "I,
all true!" she cried. Il don't blame
you, or Mrs. Cayerley either. You
Goth had your motives. You. Amelia
have always wanted me to marry what
sou call well. Besides. II love you
90 much to blame you for anything"
The girl paused. and drew in LONG
breath. But Cyril Proigne. | shou.I
like TO meet him once more, and
shall"
"Adela! Why-why?"
TO tell him how infinitely | despi-e
him for having dared to use me as his
makeshift, h cats paw" She gave q
laugh OF piercing bitterness. AS If
The finger of his idol couldn't have
been lit,cd without employing y moor
young country girl like myself as tine
lever fc:ce!' She echoed her ow,
laugh again. and caught I'D a mantle
and nat which had evidently lain in
readiness near by.
"Adeia.' painted her sister. "wber,
On earth are You going? Surely not
10 him.'
80. shot tho logged reply. as If
would I'm going f5 her"
"Cne moment Ada.a." threw on.
Lazy WLeat-hcaf