Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1907-06-27

called IAN apology" for a wedding
breakfast awaited them.
IL was certainly not large party,
but what they lacked in numbers they
made up in happiness.
The newis-married pair were natur-
ally tc intent upon each other to need
much merriment. but though they did
not need it, Jack had got a fair sup
ply on hand, and for the first time in
his life forgot to be cynical, and was
content to be genial and amusing. and
as Lord Ferndale remarked afterward
displayed such a vast talent for enter.
tanning that he might have made q
Torture on the stage if he had NOT
been in fair way TO make II as a
poet.
| Indeed, the breakfast could not have
| been greater success II there had
been half hundred guests. 'sith the
usual complement OF bridesmaids auo
the stock speeches.
| The health of the bride and bride
groom was given by Lord Ferndae
and. though he did not make a speech
the way in which he spoke Norah
name and locked at her was worth, a.
Jack declared. "a dozen set orations =
and Cyrifs Thank you, sir: thank
you, dear Lady Ferndale, ana you
jack" spoken with suspicious
moisture in his joy-lit eyes. was pro.
nounced by the same critic Just a per
feet bit of elocution.
| All through the meal Lord Ferndale
had kept watch and guard over his
tongue, and it was not until Cyril hal
glanced at his watch and said that the
time was getting short that he said
with mischievous twinkle in his
eye:
Il suppose you won't take very
long holiday, Mr. Burne? Youth be
wanting to ge. back to work, eh?''
And Cyril had, with a marked in
crease of color. murmured something
inaudible and hurried Norah out of the
room. She and Lady Ferndale disap-
peared together for half an hour, ard
then they came down Norah attired in
travelling dress and set of sables
which Lady Ferndale had produced at
the last moment. Both women were
rather red about the eyes, and Moran
chung to her friend until the last mo-
ment, when Cyril. standing beside the
cab door, he'd Jacks and Lord Fern
dale's hands, and whispered:
Remember The Court, Thursday
week.
Then Norah tore herself away,
Cyril put her gently and tender!y into
the cab, and Jack and Lord Ferndale
having flung a handful of rice over
their nice clothes. they drove off,
Norah leaning forward and waving
her hand until the cab turned tie
corner and carried them out of sight.
Well said Lord Ferndale, with a
smile and a sigh, There goes the pret-
test and sweetest girl in Christen.
dom!'
mani responded Jack. Loyalty.
God bless them BOTH" said Lady
Ferndale. with sob, and she ran in
and up to her own room that She
might enjoy the good cry she had
fully deserved.
The two men went to the smoking.
room, and mixed themselves a soda
and brandy, and talked over the
strange history of the young couple
which awaited one of them; but pres
emily Jack grew very silent and
thoughtful, and Lord Ferndale, motto
ing it, said:
! "A penny for your thoughts, wes-
! ley"
Jack raised his head and there was
grave earnestness in his handsome,
i intellectual face.
"A penny for my thoughts? You
shall have them for nothing. But.
! stop IN give you a guess
You weren't thinking of the young
people-your face was too grave for
that" said Lord Ferndale. LET me
see, We're you thinking of that scomn-
, drel Guilford Berton?'
Well yes, partly" said Jack, "ro
tell you the truth, | was thinking of
some one else. was asking myself a
question that has worried me a great
| deal lately | was wondering at the
moment where that young girl Cyril
was supposed to have run off with
could be. Tine question that bothcrs
me- is: Where is Becca South.
"Becca South" said Lord Ferndale.
"Ah. yes. Hidden away somewhere. I
suppose. Perhaps here in London
and quite near us. I'll be bound. :
and he smiled, that Guilford Berton
knows
Yes" said Jack, grimly. as he lit
another cigar. yes. l think Mr.
Guilford Berton knows"
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