Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1907-01-31
CHAPTER XVIII.


This is rather surprise, my lord,
he said colby,
" My lordl' oh, come now, Jack,
demonstrated Cyril, flushing and eye
ing his friend anxiously, but Affections
ately; you're not going to cut up
rough are you?"
Il don't know about cutting up
rough my lord,'' said Jack, with an
emphasis on the title; but if | am to
speak my mind to your lordship, !
should say that you have played it
pretty low down on me-"
Cyril hung his head, and after mo
ment Jack Wesley continued:
Il don't demand an explanation, Tut
perhaps you won't mind telling me
why you considered it necessary 20
carry on this masquerade? Why did
you pass yourself off as a C ommon
person like myself"
Now, Jacki" implored Cyril.
why did you allow me to believe
that you we're just hard up artist,
and permit me to make friend OF
you? I'm not proud
oh, aren't you. oh, no. muttered
Cyril
But I'm not over fond OF lords at
the best of times, and well, G.
peat it; you have played it consider
ably low down upon me- and his
face flushed angrily. Now I'm on
the candid line. | may as wei con
tinue and speak my whole mind, end
at the risk of offending your lord
ship, | beg to state that / think that
for an out-at-elbows artist to pass
himself off for lord Is not much
meaner than for lord to pass himself
off as a struggling artist. But / nope
You have found it amusing" and he
nodded almost savagely.
Look here" said Cyril, desperate
ly. whats the use Of getting furious
like this, Jack? | am a struggling
artist, though | am Viscount SAINT
leigh
Indeed commented Jack, caustic-
ally, as he deliberately knocked the
ashes out OF his pipe.
yes. Listen to me, Jack. III
didn't mean to tell you; you forced 1t
out of me-"
Its rather pity that | didn't
force 1t out OF you earlier" remarked
Jack Wesley, grimly.
We'll, perhaps 1t Is But I'm not
such a bad lot In the way of decep.
ton as you make me-" retorted Cyril.
Jack" and he let his hand 49,. upon
his friends shoulder In the old 10.
miliar way" you haven't gone
through what have; you'd under.
stand
Perhaps not, / certainly dom
understand"
Let me make 1t plain for you"
Its plain enough, not to say ugly,
as IL is"
My father" went on Cyril, paying
no attention to the ill-humored inter.
ruption, and still looking earnestly at
Jack, my father died while | was at
Oxford. | was twenty-five then, and
] started life a viscount, the nephew
OF an earl. with my mothers money
and no end of good spirits. | thought
life was going to be all beer and sKit.
ties, and so 1t was--for time. /
didn't know anything about money.
and | went the old road like the you z
fool | was, without thinking OF any
thing but the pleasure of the moment
That was for time. and not a very
long time, either Before I'd 6 {
through my money--yes, Jack, even
before that saw through the hollow
ness OF the game. | saw that The
people round me were pleasant aad
smooth just because was viscount
Santleigh, and heir to the title and es
tates, | was young and green, bur
verdant as | was, | soon discovered
that II was for the good things of the
world that were to fall to my share
that people would make up TO me. 4
didn't suspect 1t at first | thought
that 1t was because | was rather
pleasant kind of fellow that the
women with daughters--yes, and the
girls themselves--were so amiable
and friendly But got my eyes open
at last. and I--well, | didn't like It,"
~rhat's strange!" remarked Jack,
caustically.
Il got Suspicious resumed Cyril,
taking no notice suspicious OF every
body | met When pretty girl was
more than usually pleasant and anita
Bile. said to myself. It's not you
yourself she cares for, and tine
thought was just torture. | had an
idea that ia cut the whole thing, and
go OF and bury myself in America
Australia, anywhere out OF the beastly
world whore every poor girl is taught
to fish for a man because he happens
to be able 20 make a countess and a
rich woman of her. While was
thinking OF this, and seriously meanlng
it, the crash came. Give me some
more 'bacca, Jack I'd been going
the pace ever since l came into my
mothers money. and I'd spent every
penny of It. worse. I'd borrowed:
and the nice little hits of paper were
a..