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

Cyria sighed
God send her happiness,' he said.
beneath his breath But | think she
IS worthy better man"
Cyril Burne, to-wit."
Yes said Cyril, with manly mod
esty. Yes, Jack. I'd back myself TO
make her happier than thai fellow
could do. Somehow. don't believe
in him; don't like him.
One seldom does like ones rival,
said Jack, cynically. but the best
thing you can do is to forget her.
Meanwhile, you had better preserG
yourself before the family Sawyer, Mr.
Petherick-they have been advertising
for you, my lord BY George, if |
hadn't come home and seen the papers
they might have gone on hunting and
advertising till al was blue. l sup
pose you never looked at the English
papers over there2v
NO said Cyril, moodily; I'D some
thing ere to think off,
Jack Wesley laid hand on the
broad shoulder.
Look here, Cyril" he said, face the
music. like man, You have got &c
play your part in the worlds drama
and pretty large part it is. No more
artistic vagabondage. no mere frettine
after what is lost Forget her. lad
forget"
Cyril touched his hand gratefully
You're all right. Jack" he said
you mean well, but as to forgetting
hertz He laughed Il tell YOU see
her all day long-By God." he broke
off with sudden vehemence, 81 see he
Eow!" and suddenly, white and start
led, he stared through the window
across the street.
What on earth's the matter?' de
manded Jack. rs it ghost, or have
you taken to drinking?"
It's-it's ghost, perhaps" sid
Cyril, brokenly, but it's hersl No,
Jack, look, there is Norah, Where
Why, there at the window opposite
and he dragged Jack cautiously he
hind the curtain. Don't let her sea
you, man! Great Heaven and earth
what is she doing there! Norah al
Godfrey's HOTEL"
You must be the victim of halluci
nation,f began Jack; then he exclaim
ed: by George, you're right; it il
shot"
Cyril pale and breathless, stared
at him, and then eagerly returned t.
the window opposite.
Jack. look; she's-she's in troubler
he said, hoarsely See! She doesn't
think any one can see her-and- and
she's crying. Great Heaven, what
does it mean?'
Can't say said r. should
go and ask her if We're you"
BY Heaven. will!" exclaimed
Cyril, swinging round upon him
Yes. viii! No matter what. has
passed, no matter if she sends m.
away; she's in trouble, and I've-Ive
got to go to her. Where's my hat?
and in state of excitement he caught
it up and ran down the stairs as il
Godfrey's Hotel were on fire, and ht
Wis off to rescue Norah.
Jack Wesley stood looking after him
then dropped into a chair, and gropins
for mis- pipe, lit it and fell to smoking
waiting patiently, philosopher as he
was, for the issue of events.
Cyril went across the road and en-
countered the hall porter
Il wish to see Lady Norih Arrow
dale, please he sad.
There was something so mastersu
in the voice, so commanding in the
stalwart. soldierly figure. that Tx
porter. who was not used to this ki1t
of swell, and who was rather thrown
off his balance by having a titlcc
ldy in the house, at once began walk
ing upstairs. and Cyril followed.
The man opened the door of the
sitting-room, and Norah dropped ael
hands suddenly. but. turned her fae<
aw.sy TO hide the tears ard tear traces
SO that Cyril had time to nearly react
her side before he spoke her name
"NCrah,"
She started, and turned to him Wit
something in her face. in her lovely
eyes, That made his heart leap. Ii
said-ah cute plainly-too distincti,
to admit of his mistaking-''I love
you,'
'Noraii," ne breathed, and he helt
out his arms with an mart culate eey
She echoed it. rose and leaned TO
ward him: then. as if suddenly smitt y
by deadly dart. she checked her
self. and drawing herself to her full
height, stid in voice that thrihei
with sorrow, rsproach and indignation
Where is your wife,"
To Se continued.