Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1907-06-27
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claim, Behold! | an the long-Iosr
Earl of Arrowdale'? -.
Cyril flushed.
You will have an opportunity OF
witnessing the scene" he said, quiet
ly. Remember, | have your promise.
You and the Ferndales viii be at tho
Court in ten days from now that's
Thursday week."
"Oh, yes said Jack, that's unler-
stood"
Very well. Till then / am Cyril
Burne." He suppressed a sigh.
Jack, | wish you were the earl, con-
found 1t! You'd make a much better
peer than | SHALL
Jack Wesley laughed cynically.
Miss Norah wouldn't think So
he retorted. MY dear boy, don't re-
pine. We must all bear our lot cheer
fully, whatever it may be. / sympa-
thize with you deeply deeply; 1t must
be so trying to be an earl with ever so
many thousands year; but you must
bear your heavy trouble like man,
You know. And here's the hanson
at last
Cyril hurried to the door as If ne
were going to catch train and hadn /
a minute to lose. Then he stopped
short and thrust his hand into the
breast pocket of his beautifully-fttlng
frock coat.
What's the matter? Palpitation OF
the hearth" demanded Jack.
No said Cyril, gravely pulling
out long blue envelope. Il was
wondering whether / had forgotten
this" and he tapped 1t significantly
"Oh, that's all right What you'll
forget will be the ring"
No, | shan't," retorted Cyril, and
he took 1t out gingerly from his waist
[coat pocket. Come along. come
hlong!y
Certainly. but allow me to lock
the door, Are you afraid the church
will run away. or that Miss Norah
may change her mind?"
The church was still standing in its
secluded corner. and Norah had not
changed her mind, for after Cyril had
been pacing up and down the small
vestry for ten minutes, while Jack had
been chatting with the Clergyman
young curate, who really did seem to
enjoy the fun of this STANCE marriage
Lord and Lady Ferndale arrived with
the bride Cyril-and perhaps Jack,
too--thought she had never looked
more lovely than she did in her sim
pie dress of quiet gray, 1er glorious
eyes downcast, her lips just parted
by the quick breaths of mingled 10y
and shyness.
For herself she still felt as IL she
were moving in some strange. delicious
dream. and 1t was with start she
heard the young curate murmur softly
Are we ready?"
Then Cyril and Jack walked up to
the altar, and Lord Ferndale drew
her arm within his and followed
There We're no other witnesses than
these dear and tried friends, except
the inevitable pew-opener. Norah felt
as II the t<robbing of her heart could
be heard all over the little church.
: In his soft, suave voice the curate
performed the ceremony; she felt
Cyrils dear hand clasp hers as he
slipped the plain ring of gold" upon
! her finger, then, leaning upon his arm.
! they led the way back to the vestry.
My wife, she heard Cyril murmur
In her ear and as she raised her eyes
to his shyly. he bent his head to kiss
} her. But Lord Ferndale put a hand
! upon his arm quickly.
Excuse me- he said. !" but think
you are trespassing upon my privi-
, lege!' and Norah, blushing and smil-
ing. presented her cheek to him.
That's my reward for giving h er
away said Lcrd Ferndale, kissing her
! hand also. God bless you, my dear,
and make you and the man you have
chosen as happy as we all wish you"
While this pretty little ceremony
had been enacting, the curate had been
getting out tof his surplice and filling
in the certificate.
II have dispensed with my clerks
services this morning." he said. max.
ing great fuss with the blottipg pm
'Now--er--Mr Burne, will you
kease?"
vote mis- name.
Avon Cyril, Earl of Arrow.
the curate covered it
e blotting paper as he
Aplease, my lady :"
pred and turned
not notice his
had done So
L to his having
title she hea
N, wrote her