Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1906-08-23
CHAPTER XXI.

CHAF Ell NNNt.
do l not look gorgeous?" said
Leola, as she and Mrs. Wetherell
passed out into the Ellington ball
room. "You have not noticed my
dress with a world"
MY dear, I have been too unhappy
at your being here to think of any
thing but yourself and the danger
you run"
81 feel WELL" said Leola. What a
number Of people are here! Is there
anyone | known"
you know them all and are
known" said Philip Dyce, who had
been standing at her elbow waiting
to be noticed.
But any one from Lorme?" said
Leola.
Philip Dyce mentioned two or three
families.
"And the Howths-yes, | see the
countess; but Lord Beaumont-he
was to have been here?" she asked,
quickly.
Lord Beaumont is not here yet"
said Philip. II do not think he will
come"
Leola turned pale, then her eyes
flashed. She knew why Lord Beau
mont would not put In an appearance
amidst tn brilliant assemblage; he
was at home mourning for the un-
worthiness Of the man he had chosen
for friend.
HE should have come as l have
done,' she thought, "and showed that
friend how little his treachery and
baseness affected him, even as little
as 1t affects me-"
This is my waltz" said Phil.P.
Leola's card was full and Philip
Dyces name occupied no less than
three lines.
why is not Gerald here?" said the
earl to the countess. when he hap
pened to be by her side for a moment
HE should have been here tonight,
foolish boy! She has never looked
more lovely! BY CAD, it is face to
turn the brain of young man. He
ought to have been here"
The countess sighed.
Poor Gerald he would not be per-
suaded to come. This news about
Cyril Kingsley has thoroughly upset
him, and he has shut himself up in
his studio to brood over It."
Once only had the color deserted
Leola's cheek and the brilliance
faded from her eyes. Il vas while
she was dancing with the lord lieu
tenant of the adjoining county.
Il think you stand good chance of
carrying off the prize for the best
field of mangold wurtzle. Miss Dale"
said Lord Hawkley. Il rode over
your Home Farm the other day, and
noticed how capitally that gentleman
ly young man, Cyril Kingsley, was
managing things. He'll take a prize
for you, feel sure. BY the way,
hasn't he disappeared mysteriously,
or something of that sort? l heard
something of the kind as | came
through the rooms"
Very likely, my lord" she said.
Mr.. Kingsley has been discharged
from my service. 1t is our turn,
| think"
'Ehg Oh. yesl" said his lordship.
And he led her into the dance, per-
fectly unconscious of the storm he
had aroused.
| but she was glad when those
''Lanciers" were over, and inwardly
dreading some further remark. or
questioning from her awkward part.
ner greeted Philip Dyce's appear.
ance with smile OF welcome which
made his heart throb.
This is my dance-my last to-
night" he said. wistfully.
| Leola looked up with surprise.
1T is my last with you," he said.
soignificantly-'I shall not dance af.
terward."
"As you please" she said.
They danced through half the
waltz, and then drawing her aside. he
arranged the Grape shawl over her
shoulders, and led her little apart.
Where are we going?" said Leola.
81 thought you would like to rest
a little way out of the crowd. There
is a picture gallery here" he said.
They were standing near an old
velvet fauteuil; as she turned he bent