Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1907-10-31

fresh face and golden hair of the
young Lady of Bayneham shone and
bright. When her red lips were
parted, a rich stream of passionate
melody came from between them,
charming all ears, and warming all
hearts. but filling one mind with I'M
utterable wonder
Paul Fulton wished 10 believe that
he was dreaming. Who could tnat
young girl be, singing with Magdalen's
sweet voice? All at once-and to the
day Of his death, Paul Fulton never
forgot the shock-with the speed and
force of electricity an idea came to
| him. Could it be Magdalens child
Who else could bear her face, her
smile?-who else could be so wonder
fully like her. Could IT, be Magdalen S
child and his?
The very thought stunned and be-
wildered him;-his child, brought to
him in his prison-cell for the first and
last embrace, born in poverty and dis
grace, now the beautiful and beloved
wife of one of the proudest mobiles in
England! 1t was wilder than any
dream, more improbable than any pic
ture. That raliant lady, the daughter
of the peasant wife he had scorned and
deserted. 1t could never be; yet how
else could he account for the wonder
full likeness that had alarmed him SO
much?
Once more master OF himself when
Lady Hilda's song was ended, he went
up to her and began an animated con-
versation on flowers, guessing by in
stinct what she would like to speak of
best. He interested her by his novel
description of the Italian fora; and as
he conversed with her, his conviction
grew momentarily deeper. He felt
that he must be satisfied, he must
know who this girl was, so like to his
dead wife He bent over her in speak
ing, and his startled glance fell upon
the white jewelled fingers. There, be-
tween costly hoops of diamond and
pearl, he saw a plain, old-fashioned
gold ring, and on it in quaint charac-
tiers was engraven the word. "Fidel-
ity." He had placed that ring on Mag
dalen Hurst's own hand soon after
they were married, twenty-five years
ago.
Paul Fulton was lost In amazement;
he tried to remember what his heart.
broken wife had said about their child.
He had not cared to ask her many
questions. 1t had been adopted she
said, by lady. 1t remained for him
to find out who the lady was Con-
science made him a coward; it would
have been easy to have made INQUIRIES
of any of the guests, but he dared not
do it.
Paul Fulton was fairly puzzled. He
could neither sleep nor rest. He de-
termined to ask questions, but to ask
them cautiously.
When breakfast was ended on the
morning following he sought BERTHE,
and after a long discussion of the
coming election, said in carelessly
assumed tone, "Bayneham is beauti-
full place, and / am charmed with the
grounds, and with it's master, too
How frank and fearless Lord Bayne-
ham is! | consider it quite privilege
to know him.
BERTHE made some half-audible reply:
he was wondering if it would be posi-
BILE to persuade Barbara to let him
drive her out that morning
Lady Hilda Bayneham is very
lovely" continued Mr. Fulton. Her
face haunts me. BY the way,-I was
away from England, I suppose, at the
time of their marriage-who was she?'
His hearh beat quickly as he asked
the question, but he consealed all
emotion under a careless smile.
she was Lady Hutton's daughter
replied BERTHE, Lady Hutton-the Err
skine heiress you remember-that is.
she was her adopted daughter, inner
iting her fortune and bearing her
name She always passed as her
child, but she was really only Lady
Hutton's ward"
Who were her parents them" asked
Paul Fulton, his lips growing white as
he spoke.
II never heard" replied BERTHE:
some relatives of Lady Hutton,
suppose. | must leave you now
added BERTHE hurriedly, for he caught
glimpse of a certain blue dress, and
he had been lying in wait for It's
wearer ever since breakfast time.
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