Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1907-08-15

Lady Bayneham was in the drawing
room with visitors, so that Claud
could not ask for help from her In
his perplezity he sought Miss Earle.
Barbara" he said, like most
people who undertake to do three
things at once. | am making a ter
rible mess of it; will you help me?
have lost a paper, the plan for
those new houses at Greystoke. Will
you go TO my study and look for it
the keys lie upon my writing table?"
Barbara gladly fastened to comply
with his wish. Lord Bayneham's
study was a room sacred from all in
trusion. 1t was very rarely that any
one obtained admission there. 1t was
a pretty little apartment overlooking
the park.
Miss Earle searched for the lost
plan in every available place. She
went to a bureau, where her cousin
kept many private papers. There was
no trace of it. One drawer smaller
than the rest drew her attention; she
One w@-1the lost plan, another a
picture1 70 had been folded in pa
per. BsS5ata looked at it with sur
prise; she saw it was a sketch taken
by her cousin; she recognized his
style, and his initials were under
meath it. 1t was simple but beau
tiful subject, and the artist had
done full justice to it. A young
girl standing beneath the shade of
large spreading trees. the sunbeams
falling on her golden hair. Her
face so wondrously lovely, was bent
over some blue-bells that she carried
in her little white hands; anything so
fresh, so fair so delicately beautiful
as that face Barbara Earle had never
seen.
1t was quite strange to Barbara but
who could it be? With a woman's
keen eyes she noted the details of the
dress. The original of the picture
was evidently a lady; who could she
be, and why had Claud locked up
what was certainly the best of his
productions? He was too busy just
then for her to mention it. He
thanked her gratefully for the trouble
she had taken, but Barbara Earle
was i'll at ease.
That evening when dinner was over
and Claud rejoined the ladies, Bar
bara went to the table where he stood
looking over some beautiful engrav-
ings that had just arrived.
"Claud," she said gravely, when
I opened the small drawer of your
bureau this morning a picture fell
out of it, one of your own paintings,
| believe. Whose face is it? | never
saw one half so beautiful before"
She was watching him keenly, and
saw slight pallor on his face. II
cannot tell you whose face it is" he
replied; ''it is picture / saw on my
travels. and thought it so beautiful
that l could not refrain from trying to
reproduce it,
You have succeeded WE'LL said
Miss Earle.
He made some half Indifferent reply
and turned away. Barbara Earle's
eyes followed him with a sad, wistful
look. What had changed him so?
Lord Bayneham went to his study
He took the picture from the drawer,
and folding it in many payers, locked
it safely away.
He was kinder than usual to Bar
bara that evening, as though he would
make amends for some involuntary
wrong.
The Countess of Bayneham changed
her mind once more. She had de.
cided upon dissuading her son from
going to London for the season until
after he was married; but she looked
upon it in a different light now His
engagement to Barbara Earle was
known publicly. Perhaps, after all
it would be better to make brilliant
appearance in London, and then, at
the end of the season. have brilliant
marriage. She decided it was to be
so, and early in May the young earl
left Castle Bayneham for his town
house, which was an almost palatial
mansion in Grosvenor Square,
The season opened brilliantly. Miss
Earle, the niece of the Countess OF
Bayneham, was mucn admired But
what puzzled both ladies was that
Claud took little or no interest in any
of the gaieties or pleasures that sur
rounded them.
Lord Bayneham was fortunate in
one thing.-he met in London his old.
est and dearest college friend, BERTHE
Carlyon, the second son of Sir Hubert
Carlyon, of Durham Park, one OF
the kindliest and noblest of men,
unfortunate as he himself declared
in everything love and finance above
all other things; but so kind, SO
genial, so true, no one could help
loving him.
BERTHE had his secret. too: from the