Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1907-04-04
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s .......s By CHARLES CARvICE :


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bent over her.
4 You find the room too hot, Lady
Norah?" he said, in low voice.
II But Norah was determined not Il
, be overmastered. She would have tc
hear his name again and again, es
4 pecially in London, and was she tc
}. wear her heart upon her sleeve and
vince and change color every time she
heard it?
Her maiden pride came to her rcs
cne, and she raised her eyes to tl.e
artist and forced a smile.
| 1T is little warm" she said. slba:
/ VIII not go, thanks
As she spoke she looked round the
room, picking cut gentleman here
and there, and asking the artist to
tell her who it was, for he seemed te
know every one, and had been giving
her great deal of information
THAT is So-and-So," he said, telling
her.
And that gentleman standing fy
the door,"
The tall handsome man, with eve
glasses, looking as If he was very
tired and bored?"
YES" said NoYah.
THAT is our new poet, the coming
man. His name is Wesley-Joan
| Wesley. Sounds quite clerical,
doesn't it?'
Norah looked round piteousiy r
seemed as If there was no respite
for her. She had just recovered from
the pain and misery of hearing Cyril's
name, and now here was his dearest
| friend!
Looks genius, doesn't he?" said
the artist. Most people are rather
afraid of him-cynical and all that,
you know, but in reality he is the
| tenderest and kipdest-hearled man
that even shed ink Here he comes;
the countess is bringing him to you,
| | think"
The surmise was correct. Jack mad
| been coaxed into making his appear
| ance among the other lions, bu. had
| rot been In the salon ten minutes he
fore he had had enough OF it, and he
was on the point of flying back to
his old armchair and short pipe in
Winchester street, when he happened
to hear the name Of Lady Norah Ar
rowdale.
He asked lady standing near him
to point her out, and bis cynical face
softened.
/ by Jove, | don't wonder at Cyril S
Madness he muttered. Enough to
explain the madness In any man. 10
you think Lady Darlington would in
troduce me to that young LADY," he
asked, aloud, OF the lady of whom he
had made the previous inquiry.
II think So" she replied naively
Indeed, as | happen to be Lady Der
rington, | am sure she WILL"
Then wish you would"
And Lady Darlington. delighted
with his readiness and presence Of
mind, laughingly said:
Come with me, Mr. Wesley. You
see, | know you, though you do not
know me: but am not the author OF
the famous 'Chapet of Roses.
And | should begin to wish | were
not" he retorted, IL didn't feel that
owe my presence here to the exist
ence of that nue. over-rated value OF
jingle"
BY this time they had reached No
rah--the countess amazed at hearing
the poet describe the really sbeauti-
full verses as jingle-and, touching
Norah with he. fan to attract her S.-
tention, she said.
Lady Norah, will you let me intro
duce Mr.. Wesley? The 'Chaplet of
Roses you know" she added. in an
rundertone.
It Glanced that only one or two
were standing near her, and Lady Der
rington had gone of in quest of some
other lions. so that Norah and Jack
were standing almost alone.
II hope | am not altogether a
stranger. Lady Norah. 1t is just
possible that you have heard my
name mentinoed by great friend OF
mine. friend of yours. | meal
Cyril Burne." he said, simply.
You are mistaken, Mr.. Wesley,
she said. and her words sounded
meaningless and mechanical In he
ears; Mr.. Burne is not friend @
mine" and she sailed away, prou,
and swan-like. leaving Jack gapirl
|. and dumbstruck.
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