Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1907-03-21

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"a gentleman" he said. Who
was it? DO you know him?" Then
he turned with an encouraging smile
to Norah We shall find her now
1t was Mr.. Cyril Burne. my lady,
she said.
@Are-are you sure?' she asked in a
low voice.
yes, my lady, quite sure. There
was streak of light where they were,
and saw him quite plainly. oh, I'm
quite sure it was the artist gentle
man."
Guilford Berton broke It,
THAT does not help us much. Mr..
Burne may have been helping her
with her cloak; he was very attentive
10 her all the evening"
Did no one see her after thatg' he
asked generally
mo, sir No. my lady, none of us
saw her after that"
Perhaps we had better ask Mr..
Burner he said to Norah in the same
low voice. Il don't suppose he can
give us any information, but we will
leave no stone unturned"
Norah inclined her head slightly.
and he went up to the inn door. AS
he did so an elderly man with busny
eyebrows came out. 1t was Mr.. Fur
long. He was filing his pipe. end
glanced at the group, and then at tie
phaeton his eyes rested upon Norah's
face with intensity, and he stopped
the filing of his pipe. Then he touch
ed his hat, half lifting IL in London
fashion, and, going to a bench outside
The inn, sat down, leisurely lit his
pipe, and sat smoking, apparently pay
ing little or no attention to what was
going on.
Guiifod Bertcn glanced at him half
curiously, and was entering the lun
door when Mrs. English appeared.
She looked fiurried and upset, aud
dropped succession Of courtesies to
Eorah.
Good morning, Mrs. English. said
Guilford Berton. rs II Burne inn"
Mr. Burne. sir?' she replied. oh.
no. sir he's not here He hasn't pcen
homo all night"
Berton gave a little start AMI
looked over his shoulder at Norah
Not been back to the inn? Is he
not staying here?'
We'll. you may say so. sir" she said
In a nervous way. "But he's peen
away--to London. thlnk--for the
last fortnight He came back all Ii.
hurry, as you say, last evening and
dressed for the bali, and--and- that's
the last I've seen of him. Won't yu
step In sir. and YOU, my lady? I'm all
In fluster this morning, what with
Becca South gong off all OF suddsn,
and Mr.. Cyril not coming back
No thank you, we won't come In.
Mrs English. You expected Mr..
Burnc to return, then?'
Why, OF course. sir. He've cniy
got on his black dancing clothes, and
all his things is here | can't make
out why he didn't come back. but /
thought that he'd stayed at Ferndee
perhaps"
"Mr. Burne did net stay at Fe. ndale
Park"
Then where can he have gone, my
LADY," continued Mrs. English. 'it's
true as he's rather a strange gentle.
man. a-rushing off. as you may say,
without word of warning; but he
wouldn't &C up to London in his dane
ing things. would he. my LADY,"
Just so, Mrs. English: as you say,
that is not very likely. But don't
quite see where he could have stayed
the night"
IF he'd stayed at the inn at Re !.
dale-but Lor', sir, it's rough place
and Mr.. Cyril wouldn't have thought
anything OF walking home here. NO.
he wouldn't have stayed there, and 4
he had he'd come back this morning
II only 10 change his things"
Guilford Berton went up to the
phaeton and leaned on 1t.
1T is very-curious," he said,
thoughtfully. Really. think Mr.
Burne's disappearance as remarkable
as Becca South's."
The group had become considerably
augmented by this time and they all
listened in eager interest to the pro.
ceedings.
you have not seen Becca South
this morning." asked Berton of Mrs.
English and she seemed quite hurt by
the question.
"Lor', ne sir Begin your pardon,
should think I've been asked that at
least hundred times. didn't see
her all yesterday. don't see her
often on the best d days. The lust
time | saw her, | think"-she paused
moment--"at least so far as | can
remember, was the day Mr.. Cyril
started for London. She came with a
message from him to fetch his watch.
as he'd left behind
At this fresh link of connection be-
tween Cyrirs movements and Becca's
Norah's face flushed. and she bent
down 10 hide t. and arranged the fur
wrap at her feet.
This deserves to be called the SAINT.