Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-05-11

tete-a tete in the big conservatory would
inevitably be disturbed.
"All want is just for you to keep on
loving me-" she told him. what senti-
mental creatures We women are! / some
times wonder why we are made to care
so much, often only to be disappointed,
disillusioned, and to have our hearts al
most broken. / daresay, Chum, you heard
runors; but you can't imagine really
what went through-through enough to
value my present happiness!"
Poor little one Don't ever speak of
it again" Winstanley urged. why, you
ARE quite pale and actually shivering.''
''You foolish boy, 1 am quite all right"
The color had indeed quickly returned to
Helena's smootn cneeKs. 1T was only
just for the moment felt chilly. The
reaction, | expect, after all the excite
ment Let us talk about something else
dear Do you think your father viii like
me; and do you think 7 shall like Ber-
manja?' she concluded, brightly.
1t was the end of July when the en-
gagement was announced. and Helena.
eager to make the acquaintance of her
fance's people, promptly accepted Lord
loves
week upon his yacht.
Il shall have three weeks after that for
chiffons, and clothes do not absorb me as
they do some women" Helena pointed
out laughingly to Winstanley when his
fathers invitation arrived.
"If only l can persuade your father to
approve of me | shall feel that | have
nothing left to wish for!"
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hearted mortal than / take him for, he
will simply adore you," Winstanley re-
sponded, gaily.
Lord Wingtree was. as a matter of
fact, extremely cordial. He went him
self to meet her in the launch which was
to bring her on board the Crocus.
Helena, looking her prettiest, seemed in
high spirits, and blushed so delightfully."-
when Winstanley's name was mentioned
that the old man was quite captivated.
81 hope you will find your quarters
comfortable, my DEAR" he said. as the
launch stopped. my steward has done
his best to make them picturesque. He
has wonderful taste, poor fellow must
tell you his story some day"
Il am enchanted with my rooms. they
are quite like fairyland!" Helena said to
her host later on at the dinner table
"The enormous bowls of roses on the ia
bles are the final touch. Your man must
have emptied some ones garden to fill
them!"
Mortimer is devoted to flowers And
he manipulates them skillfully, too. In
fact, he has proved most handy alto
gether. / have never regretted the day
took him into my service, now nearly a
year ago!"
"Ah, you said he had a history"
Lord Wingtree nodded and lowered his
voice as a man servant came round with
an entree.
yes. When I picked him up at San
Francisco he looked the most dilapidated,
down-at-heel specimen of humanity you
could imagine. People wouldn't employ
him-they thought him queer; bat the
truth was he had completely lost his
memory, and starvation was completing
a bad business. Everything, he said was
a blank to him up to the moment he
awoke in the hospital at townsville"
Helena started involuntarily at the
mention of the town.
His head had been injured in some
accident, suppose?" she suggested, SYM
pathetically.
Something of the kind. / wrote to
the hospital officials-the man impressed
me as one who mad seen better days-but
they could only tell me he had been car
ried in unconscious on the night of the
big fire at the Palens hotel. He seemed
human derelict, for no one came for
ward to claim him. See, he has Just come
into the ROOM" A moment later she was
fumbling for her wine glass with trem-
bling fingers, and cheeks as white as the
damask tablecloth. She tried to speak,
but the words froze on her lips. A mist
began to fill the room; she shivered; her
limbs grew icy. Lord Wingtree sprang
to his feet as she fell back in her seat
with a moan.
Don't be alarmed Mrs. Meranth has
only tainted said Lady Typtan, calmly
"a thing I've done dozens of times!"
Eyes. He is my husband 1 knew him
instantly" Helena said, quietly. There
is no mistake
1t was II o'clock the next morning,
and Mrs. Meranth, still pale and shaken,
but absolutely self possessed, was talk
ing to her host, who at first had refused
to credit her staggering news.
"Of course, the explanation is simple
enough" she went on in level tones.
"The face of the man l identified as my
husband was unacceptable. He was no
doubt some thief who had made off with
Gerald's watch in the confusion of the
moment. Meanwhile my husband escaped
into the street to have his head injured
by some falling masonry-"
at is too dreadful! My poor boy!"
broke in Lord Wingtree, incoherently.
II have written to Chum.' Helena
bowed her head. Lord Wingtree, if only
YOU knew what it cost me to do it"
"And Mortimer-your husband-doesn't
even know your"
mo; and possibly he never will! |
saw he looked at me as he might at any
stranger. But / couldn't have been hap
ny; and there would always have been
the risk-for such cases are known-of
the truth coming out. | made my bid for
happiness. But one can't fight against
fate. Kismet; it is written, you know"
Society.
Quite Different.