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

seen his lordship, smiled
How such sweet, beautiful, an
gelic creature as Norah can be his
daughter
But she must take after her
! mother, poor woman Jack, her
father had kept her from him until
the other day. Isn't he an amiable,
tender-hearted party?"
"And what do you mean to do, my
lord?''
my lord again, for one thing" said
| Cyril, promptly; then his face grew
grave. Il mean to follow out my plan.
Jack. | wooed my darling as plain
Cyril Burne. the artist, and | mean to
win her as SUCH
That's rot!' remarked Jack,
quietly.
mo, said Cyril firmly. eff went
down and declared myself and asked
for Norah, what music he made of
the name!-"my amiable uncle would
show me the door with his most ele-
CANT smile, and shut my darling in her
room. 1 know him! There is no love
lost between us, and he'd take delight
in kicking me out No! I'll stick to
my work, Jack. III paint this for
Lord Newall, and if it makes a hit.
I'll present myself at santleiegh Court
as Cyril Burne, and"
Get kicked little harder finished
Jack. and then"
why, then / will say to my darling,
'Norah, will you still forget the differ
little cottage"
and cold shoulder Of mutton. Ard
she'll say
''Yes!" exclaimed Cyril, his eyes
glowing brightly with his trust and
faith in the girl he loved.
Its pretty, very. It sounds like a
popular poem, or the scene from a
play; but, mark my words, young 'un,
you will come to grief Something or
somebody will put spoke in your
wheel, and while you are fooling
around, playing at being an artist and
talking of your cottage by the stream,
you will lose your beautiful Lady
Norah"
Lose herl All, Jack, you don't
know her. Wait until you've seen
her, talked to her, listened to her,
watched the smile on her face, the
light in her dear eyes. You'll realize
then how firm and true, how stanch
she is, my angel"
Lord preserve me from this mad
ness they call love! But I've said my
say. The words of wisdom have been
uttered, and, as usual, have been
scoffed at So, young man, you must
go your own Clney Hatch way.
Thongh"-he paused, and a kindly
light shone in his earnest eyes-"I'm
idiot enough to feel little proud Of
YOU"
jack"
/ Yes, I'm proud of you. l thought
when you sprang your viscountship
upon me that there was an end OF
work for you, an end of an honest,
self-respecting career. Yes, Cyril;
though you are fool for not taking
my advice, think all the better of
you for declining it; and to prove it.,
III agree to forget that you are a lord
and treat you as if you were re-
spectacle man"
Good old Jack! I'd no idea you
disliked a lord so much.n
"Oh, like 'em well enough at a dis
lance. But now to business. II you
mean all you say, the sooner you see
Lord Newall's man and arrange about
this picture, the better
Yes" assented Cyril, promptly.
''I'll look him up at once, and then
and then I'll start for Brittany. But
| must run down to Santleigh first,
old man; I've got to get my traps and
and" he blushed ingenuously.
"Oh, understand, and to say good
bye
"Oh, and I've promised to go to
fiare-up at great friend OF Norah's.&
said Cyra. remembering Lady Fern
dale's invitation for Wednesday week.
"All right said Jack. of with you
now, then, I've wasted quite enough
time upon you this morning"
Cyril laughingly made for the door,
when knock came, and Jack, al
ready bending over his papers, called