Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1909-11-03

cause that was the name he used to
go by when 1 was in the nursery-old
Daniel made lot of money speculat'
ing and when he died. he left me as
executor. Of course he asked my con-
sent, or my fathers, I don't know
which, but anyhow I'm the executor
and Stella Newton's trustee"
Sir Richard refilled his glass,
raised it to his lips, and, looking over
it with curious expression, nodded.
81 understand" he said; IAN oner-
GUS post, if Miss Newton has much
money!
That's it, you've just hit it" said
the young lord, slapping his leg.
"Now this money has been in my
hands for some time, and I've taken
no trouble about it, but they tell me
ought to invest it. don't know
what they mean, and l hate going to
the lawyers about it, because they
are such old women, and work my
life out into the bargain. Well, l
thought the matter over, and remem-
bered yeu. Of course you are the very
man to help me. You are the best
business man in the world-every one
says so-and you'll know what to do
with the money"
Sir Richard Wildfang's heart throb-
bed as if it were a wild beast Gagged
In his bosom.
Was it possible that the fiend had
flown to his aid and sent this boy to
play into his hands?
He raised the glass again and
smiled.
Passing your compliment, my dear
Marmion, with a simple Thank you,
let me go on to say that you are re-
posing great trust in me-"
"Of course; why shouldn't II" said
Lord Marmion. "You must trust
somebody, and I'd trust you against
all the world. Come, don't let's bore
ourselves to death over the affair.
Take the money and invest it. You
know how to do that well enough.
Will you do it,"
81 would do anything to oblige
you, my dear Marmion," said Richard,
warmly. 81 will"
"Well, business is over, and now
must be off,
The door closed upon the trusting
youth, and Sir Richard fell into his
chair trembling.
"Luck!" he breathed, never let me
blame you again! Richard Wildfang's
luck never deserts him. Ruined! Who
says so? Not I, while Stella Newton's
fortune is in my grasp and she is
alive to make it my own. Everybody
knows her, do they? The most beau
tiful woman in London! Richard, your
work is cut out for you. Stella New
ton and her fortune must be yours
Another knock
His face composed itself into it's
business calm again.
Come in
1t was a letter.
Sir Richard took it delicately. The
was crumpled and dirty; the
address was badly written in a shak-
ing, uncertain hand.
Sir Richard looked at it question
ingly and slowly opened it.
Once more, for the second time this
evening, he has almost shown his
He arose with muttered impreca-
ton as the letter dropped in his hand.
Dear, Dear Richard: I have found
you at last. Oh, how could you leave
1t was short, simple, and, to
heart not entirely stone, touching.
me so cruelty when I loved you so
fondly, so truly? Richard, I am ill
unto death, and starving. If you ever
loved me, have pity on me now and
save me.
Lucy"
His thin lips compressed themselves
tightly, and he turned with an
gravity to the servant.
{ "Who brought this-this-begging
letter? If the person should come
again have her removed from the
door. know nothing of her.
And as the servant, bowling low, re-
tired, he flung the letter with a cruel
laugh into the glowing fire.
Lucy, whoever, thou art, better for
10 trust in the mercy of the snow and
he rain; Richard Wfldfang knows
lonei
To be continued.