Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1907-01-17

brows, as if he did not need any con.
firnation Of Lady Ferndale's opinion
Yes; she seems to be inclined to
pay him some attention. | under
stand that she has asked him to this
this gathering. Under the circuin
stances, perhaps you had better treat
him as chance acquaintance, and
er-not completely cut him, as | de
sired you to do
Norah's heart beat fast, but she
wisely kept silent and merely bowed
her head Treat Cyril as a chance &C
quaintance.
She repeated the words to herself
as she ran up stairs, and his name was
on her lips as she opened the door OF
her boudoir.
Then she stopped short, for Becca
South was sitting at the table al
needlework.
Why, Becca, you poor girl, have
you been working all this timer"
Yes, my lady" said Becca.
And this lovely afternoon, too..''
exclaimed Norah, pityingly. pray
run out and get little fresh air.
Then when Becca with a gesture as
If she were thankful to change her DO
sition, got UP and left the room,
Norah threw herself into her chair be-
side the window, and gave herself up
to the joy, the unspeakable delight of
thinking OF him.
Cyril walked home upon air. He
stopped several times, just as Norah
had done, but to ask himself what lie
had ever done to deserve such hap
piness.
Norah his! 1t seemed too good to
be true, and to assure himself that he
was not dreaming, he took out the
faded rose and kissed it. Norah his
The thought was so huge, so over
whelming that he could scarcely real
ize it, and he entered the little sitting.
room in kind of blissful dream.
Two letters We're lying on the table.
One was a prettily-worded little note
OF invitation from Lady Ferndale, and
his first thought as he read it was:
'Wilf Norah be there?"
Concluding that, at any rate, there
was chance of her being present. he
sat down and wrote an acceptance.
Then he opened the other letter.
1t was from the true, tried' friend
Jack Wesley.
Dear Cyril it ran-"if you have
any sanity remaining, come UP at
once. Busines SACK.
At another time-say yesterday, for
instance-Cyril would have decided
that he had no sanity left, and would
have refused to leave the neighbour
hood of his goddess; but now things
had changed: Norah was his, and he
only waited for the big success he
spoke of to her to go to the earl and
ask fer her. Business had suddenly
become of novel Importance to Master
Cyril.
He decided that he would go up at
once-that is, tomorrow morning.
Then he asked himself how he should
let Norah know He could not write,
lest the letter should fall into the
earfs hands, and he was not likely to
repeat the mistake of sending a mes.
sage by any third person, as he had
done before
IF go up by the first train" he
unused, Il shall be able to be back by
night. Who knows. l may stand a
chance of catching glimpse of my
darling! l will neither send a mes
sage nor write to her."
AS is usual with men-and artists
specialization they are happy. he
sat up late that night smoking, and
thinking and dreaming of Norah but
in the morning he started for the early
train
He had got within sight of the sta
ton, and was feeling for bis watch
when he found that he had left it be-
hind f'n. In changing his everyday
waisttest for one more presentable
and less paint-stained, he had taken
out his watch and ring, and placed
them on the mantelshelf of the sitting
room that che might not forget them,
with the usual result.
AS he remembered that now and