Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1907-02-14

most to himself, whether any one
else has?"
'Lor, yes, sir. Mrs. English says
The chequers isn't the same without
ycu"
"Oh. Mrs. English" remarked
Cyril, disconsolately. "Has-has Lady
Norah been well, Becca?"
'Lor' yes; and SO gay! never see
a ycung lady SO happy and night
hearted She's singing ard laughing
all day. And she's been out SO much
lately All the grand folk make 50
much CT her, they do
Cyril stified groan. Singing and
laughing all day. And he had spent
a fortnight of mental torture. Aud
now he came back to find her dancing
with Guilford Berton, who seemed to
be her shadow.
He looked at that gentleman as IL;
bent over the chair in which Norah
was seated, and. for the first time
Cyril realized how handsome a man
Guilford Berton was. Perhaps he had
been paying her attentions all the time,
he, Cyril, had been away? He had
seen her every day at the Court, had
walked and ridden with her had spent
hours in her society whispering to
her, as he was whispering now. And
she had been light-hearted and gay!
Had she forgotten him? he asked
himself. She had not looked his way
yet. Surely she must know that he
was in the room, and could have
given him one look of recognition, of
welcome.
There can be no love where there
is no jealousy, or vice versa, and Cyril
was scarcely himself that night, un
fortunately At another time he would
have thrust aside the thoughts that
were torturing him, but he had had a.
fortnight of suspense and impatience;
he had rushed down from London with
out his dinner, and was tired and over
strained, and the merry demons who
delight in tormenting mankind had
got firm hold of him, and were enjoy
ing themselves amazingly.
And still he danced without a mis-
take, steering Becca through toe
crowd as he would have steereJ
duchess and thinking as little of her
as if she were lay figure.
They attracted some attention.
Becca was. slim and pretty, and the i,-
licious exercise, combined with her
pride in being the partner of tho
man in the room, i,ad SIT
her eyes dancing and given a warm
flush to her dark face; and the spec
tators We're looking on admiringly
and curiously.
who is that gentleman dancing
with that pretty girl with tn black
hair?' asked dowager sitting just be-
hind No1sah. e
oh, he replied the gentleman she
adressed, who had got Cyril's name
from Lady Ferndale but new n.
more, and yet was anxious to appear
well informed and crafty the dowag-
er's curiosity, .oh. that is Mr.. Cyril
Burne, rising artist; quite clever
young fellow And he is dancing with
the girl he is engaged to- Quite
love affair of the old romantic kind, /
assure your ladyship.'
indeed responded the dowager
We'll, they are well matched. I'm
sure. What nice hair the girl has.
And he is-yes, really he is, very
handsome
Nora.h heard this, ana her face flush
ed for a second and heart ached.
How could he whirl round with that
vain and giddy girl while she sat
tho'e waiting for him. Had she not
waited fer a whole fortnight? Why
did he not come to her and, making
any excuse he liked, take her away
from that hateful man who persisted
in following her like a shadow, and
murmuring in her eat?
oh, that game of cross purposes.
The music ceased at last. and Cyril,
driven desperate took Becca to a seat.
and, it is to be feared. left her rather
cavalierly.
ferryeeynelst vavenghnivn ?esdydt. rq-
You must give me another dance,
Becca," he said. not meaning it in the
slightest, scarcely. indeed, knowing
what he said; and, resolved to go
straight to- Norah, he began to thread
his way through the now confused and
entangling th,ong.
But he had not got half-a dozen
yards before Lady Ferndale met him.
She was on the arm of gentleman
who bought pictures and flattered
himself that he was a critic: and good.
natured Lady Ferndale who was al
ways en- the lookout to do some one a
good turn. had bethought her Of In
Producing the patron of art to Mr..
Cyril Burne.
"0h, Mr.. Burne," she said, let me
introduce you to Mr.. Romley. Yon
and he will be able to talk pictures,
and with kindly smile, away she
went, and left poor Cyril in the art
patron and critics clutches
Mr.. Romley proceeded to talk pic
lures at once and poor Csril. though
he tried his hardest to get away. AMI
cast wistful despairing glances toward