Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1907-03-28

over him. He glanced over his shoul-
der cautiously, and with a haggarG
smile. for he knew that the susupic,on
was a mere fancy; but he looked
round nevrthe.ess, and it seemed to
him that shade, a formless shape,
was lowering cloud-like at the end of
the ROOM He got up, and as he ap-
preached, the shape appeared to grow
less distinct and vanish; but at one
moment it had. to his mind, taken The
sorm of Becca and it's face wore the
expression of horror which had ap-
peared on hers when she turned and
saw him approaching her with The
handkerchief tied over his mouth.
He staggered back ito the chair. and
wiped the drops of sweat from his
brow, and so sat for some minutes
At last he drew the chair I'D to the
table and began to write, but for the
life of him he could not resist the ew-
ful impulse to glance over his Shout
der now and again. and once or twice
he fancied that the awful shape still
lowered in the corner of the room.
The earl was right" he muttered
to himself, with a CHASTITY smile. II
should be all the better for change.
But | mustn't go vet. / must wait for
Cyril Burne's letter.
On the following Tuesday the earl
and Norah went to London.
Norah by that time was looking
still paler and more worn, and Lady
Ferndale had almost insisted upon 'he
earfs procuring medical advice for
her.
Take her to Sir Andrew she said
almost imperiously, and if you nave
not done SO by the time | come up
she was going to London, to stay with
friends, in a week from thence-"and
If she is not decidedly better, shall
take her myself
Norah was surprised TO find he
house in Park Lane rather large She
had expected to see tiny, little villa;
whereas, though it would have gone
comfortably into one of the wings Of
the Court, it was one of the largest of
the smaller Park Lane places.
She was also surprised to find that
there were so many people still left
in London. Lady Ferndale and other
ladies had assured her that it would
be empty; but it seemed to Norah that
great many families were still in
town. and she thought that the park
looked still very green and pretty from
her bedroom window, which it turn I'd
out, was the best the house. She
had to thank Mr.. Guildford Berton for
that. She had also co thank him for
the well-appointed brougham which sic
found at her disposal; for the stock
, of library books which stood on the
drawing-room side table; for the regu-
lar supply of flowers which came every
morning from she knew not where, lit
tie guessing that he saw them cut each
| morning from the Court greenhouses.
Parliament was sitting, which ac-
counted for the presence of so many
people in London, and Norah, with a
great deal o. surprise, woke, SO to
speak, to discover that she was
famous.
Lady Ferndale had acted as courier
in advance. by writing to all her
friends an enthusiastic description of
Lady Norah Arrowdale, and Norah
was astonished by the number OF call
ers and the invitations which poured
in upon her.
But for the first few days she was
too unwell to go out. The earl wished
to send for Sir Andrew, but Moran
persuaded him to give her few
days as she put it, and spent those
few days OF grace seated by her win
dow looking out at the park, and
watching with listless, sorrow-laden
eyes the few horsewomen who still
haunted the row, and the nursemaiGs
with their children. and long-leggcd
guardsmen, who, whatever the season.
were always on view.
AT the end of the week, and by The
time Lady Ferndale had arrived, s:ie
had managed to leave her room ard.
she fancied that she saw smile If
welcome on the earls face that was
almost tender.
Indeed, he rose from his chair. and
took her hand and he looked into her
face, paler and thinner than would
have seemed possible for few weeks
illness to render it. and, as he kissel
her, he said.
Are you better? You-you look
very much thinner. Perhaps, after
all, Sir Andrew
But Norah smiled, and. though it
was but shadowy reflection of the
old, free-hearted one, 1t was still
smile.
''Sir Andrew would pronounce me
an imposter, papa, and charge you
double fee. am all right. and quite
we'll now
But Lady Ferndale started when
she drove round from Quen's Gate the
next day, and stared at the worn face
aghast.
My dear chiId,"she exclaimed with
tender sympathy.
Do look so like ghost, them"
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