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

written, ran thus:
MY dear Father,-Before you re-
ceive this ! shall be many miles
away in London. hope you wont
fret about me, as / am quite happy,
and Mr.. Kingsley, who / have gone
away with, is very kind, and has
promised to marry me. / can't send
my address because he doesn't want
anyone to know where we are living,
but will do so as soon as we are
married. Hoping you will forgive me,
Il am, dear father,
your affectionate daughter,
Polly Marsden."
when did this reach your" he
asked, in a low voice.
This morning, Mr.. Philip, and ]
tress what was to be done, seeing as
this young villain was her right
hand man, so to speak"
You must not trouble Miss Dale
now" said Philip pyce, softly, "she
is very much distressed about this af-
fair, and she will help you II she
can; but you must go now, Marsden.
Go up to the FRS and see Lady
Vaux."
VERY well, Mr.. Philip muttered
the old man; want Is justice, that's
all | wants. It's my only dawter
D
go up to the FRS, Marsden,"
murmured Philip; and the old man,
touching his forehead respectfully,
withdrew.
Lord Beaumont raised his head.
What is to be done?" he asked, in
hoarse voice.
Then Leola rose and stood con-
fronting them, her dark eyes shining
like living Goals from her white face.
"Done!" she echoed, with COM
pressed lips. There is only one
thing to be done--he must marry
heri"
Then she moved toward the win
dow, but suddenly, so suddenly that
1t struck them all with vivid horror,
she staggered and fell forward.
Lord Beaumont was nearest, and
caught her in his arms.
"She has fainted!" he cried, in a
hushed voice. Let someone go for
the DOCTOR"
stricken down by the treachery
OF a mani" she murmured. "Oh.
shame, shame; should rather have
died, inch by inch, than reveal the
secret of my weakness to the world.
What will they think--what will they
and others say? They will say" she
answered, clenching her hands and
biting her lips, that l, the Mistress
OF Lorme, loved this man, my servant
who eloped with laborer's daugh.
ter.
The thought drove her well-nigh
mad, She forgot her cry and prayer
Of the preceding night, "Come back to
me, oh. my love!" Forgot everything,
save that Cyril Kingsley had deceived
and betrayed her.
AT this moment, most probably,
he's sitting beside this girl, and
laughing at my infatuation and my
credulity. Oh, shame, shame! To
think that-that-I suffered his EN-.
brace, that | should have confessed
my love! What shall io?"
Presently Mrs. Wetherell knocked
at the door, and in answer to
Leola's response, came in, trembling
and anxious.
Mrs. Wetherell went to her writing
table, and commenced to write.
ITO whom are you writing?" asked
Leola, coming across the room.
ITO the Edgingtons, dear, telling
them that you are not well enough
to so to their ball tonight" said Mrs.
Wetherell.
Don't do that" she said, because
l am quite well, and we are going"
my DEAR" demonstrated Mrs
Wetherell, you really are not well
enough"
Il am resolved to so tonight---in.
deed | am, said Leola. No slight
thing should stop me feel" she
hurried on. with suspicious eagerness
NaAN0 WOutu w me luOIS
good than all the medicine or Madeira
in the world
What could Mrs. Wetherell say OF
do with such resolute, impulsive
creature as Leola Dale, the Mistress
of Lorme?
Then suddenly they both remem
bered that Philip Dyce was waiting
in the dining-room.
~ win go and tell that YOU are
better" said Mrs. wetherell.
why not let him come in?" In
Quired Leola, with forced smile.
And Mrs. wetherell brought hin
In.
And have you quite resolved to az
this EVENING" he said, In a tone O
respectful remonstrance, though i
she had consented to remain at hons
her decision would have been death
biow to him. and interfered with hi'
rlans.
yes, quite" she said.
IF you viii remain and rest, my
self viii ride over and explain" hi
said, softly