Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1909-05-06

tack of neuralgia
Dear, dear mel" he said, SYM
pathetically. Il am exceedingly sorry.
1t is an extremely painful malady.
Are you subject to it?''
Not very greatly" she replied;
''but when l do get it l have it very
badly. This is one of my worst at
tacks. 1t is very silly of me to have
come out; but l was tired of my own
room, and thought that the air
might do me good. l will go home
now and lie down."
Pray stay and rest little while
longer" he said, persuasively. Il
think, with you, that you will be bet
ter in the park air. Permit me to
keep you company for a few min
utes," and he sat en- a mound a little
way from her.
Miss Darracourt is somewhere
in the park she said. She is out
driving pair of ponies. Did you
meet herr"
Il know" he said Il have just left
her. We had, l am sorry to say, a
slight accident. The ponies, badly
broken little animals, ran away!''
oh, dear! Miss Darracourt hurt?''
mot in the slightest" he said.
But she was much alarmed, | am
afraid
Il must go to her, she said. Ran
away, did they? Let me see, a young
man was driving them-a Harry
Herne, was he not?"
He was not with her." he said; Il
was driving
oh. dear!" with little air of re-
greet. And Miss Darracourt was
frightened! I am so afraid she will
never forgive you!"
He was silent for a moment, then
he let his eyes rest on hers and re-
main there while one could could
count twenty
Il trust she will. I think I must
ask you to persuade her to do so
Miss Werner"
~" she exclaimed with a little
laugh. How can l persuade her.
and-why should I?' shooting
glance at him from under her lids.
He was silent for a second or two;
then, with a faint smile that was al
most a sheer curving his lips, he
said:
And you very often suffer from
neuralgia, Miss Verner?'
Yes" she replied opening her
eyes innocently. Il said so just now,
my lord"
Oh! dear me, very sad! And-was
-that-your regular medical attend
ant whom l saw with you just now?''
"Oh, he! He was a photographer,
who was anxious that l should per-
suade Miss Darracourt to permit him
to take the house"
"Ah," he said. For a photographer
his manners were familiar, not to
say friendly
Are all marquises spies and
eavesdroppers. or are you an excep-
ton TO the genera rule, Lord Merle?"
You have happy gift of repartee
Miss Werner. The first moment
saw you, I knew that Darracourt was
to be honored by the presence Of a
young lady as clever as she was
beautiful. And now I come to the
point, without further circumlocu-
ton. Miss Werner, l have an object
to attain, and l need your assistance.
l do trust that our conversation will
not increase your neuralgia!'
What is your object?" she de
manded. Never mind my neuralgia
that has gone"
oh, | am so glad. My object i
this; Miss Werner, I am a peer, and
a poor one. My father owned all this
land, the estate which is now in the
possession Of your friend, Miss Oar
racourt. She is actually sitting, so
TO speak, in the seat of my fathers.
| think you will fully understand me
when I say that l am DESTROYS of get
ting it back again" He might have
been uttering moral axiom, so
calmly, and softly, and pleasantly did
he put it.. There are only two ways
of getting it back: one by buying it,
but alas, l have no money; the
other, by marrying the present own
er!' There was a pause for a mo-
ment while he looked round as if he
were admiring the beauties of nat
ure spread before him. Therefore
l have resolved to marry herr"
''If she will CONSENT" she haid
slowly.
"Certes! But I think she will do
that, especially if I gain your assist
ance. And : think-you-will help
met"
What do you want me to do?" she
demanded, CURLY.
First, want you to tell me what
goes on at the Court
"a spy!'
1t is an unpleasant word, but-yes
a spy, if you put it so. Next, /
wish you to lose no opportunity of
keeping me in Miss Darracourt's
mind. And. lastly. for the present,
l want you to watch the proceedings
of the man. He may seem beneath
your notice, but he is no.; he is
man who may exert great infiu-
ence over Miss Darracourt. Be on
your guard against him. If you can
do him an injury.n-and his voice
grew hard as stee-"dont stay your
hand, and don't spare himi"
Who is he?" she asked.
"A young fellow called Harry
he replied, and though he