Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1909-11-18


heiress of a retired army clothier.
Miss Newton enjoyed it, and smile
The wit was in the seventh heave
and surpassed himself.
Suddenly the laughter died OF
from her lips, the sanile from her eye:
Her little band of courtiers wei
puzzled, the wit chagrined. What wa
the cause? Sir Richard had rise
from his seat and came with self-po
session and graceful gait to claim he
for the quadrille.
She rebelled.
rs it so soon?" she exclaimed,
glancing at her program. How long a
list it is. am so hot, too. Will you ex-
cuse me this?"
Certainly; it is warm and the
Lancers are hard work" replied Sir
Richard, with the highest-bred cour-
tesy. LET me conduct you to a cooler
placer"
He had won after all. She could not
avoid him.
With something approaching a
frown, she placed the tips of her fin
gers upon his arm and Sir Richard led
her away.
The courtiers looked after him with
envy, the wit with something fiercer.
"a case that" he remarked, with
amazement. What a cool hand he is
Did you ever see one take pos
session as he does? M0ney-every-
thing goes down before him! 1
shouldn't wonder if she married him!"
and with another shrug the pleasant
gossip went off to find his partner,
and console himself for his interrupt
ed triumph with a Quadrille.
Sir Richard, meanwhile, skillfully
steered Stella Newton through the
crowd and led her to a quiet little
feruery, while it commanded view
of the glittering ballroom, was calm,
quiet and TestfUl.
ooh, beautiful" she exclaimed,
bending over a forest tangle flag.
yes, a great contrast is this little
spot; it is like an oasis of quiet in a
desert Of noise. VIII you not be seat
ed?"
mo, thank you" she said, almost
coldIy. She did not intend to remain
tete-a-tete with him, and was already
trying to invent means of escape. Il
like the flowers too WELL" and she
walked around, looking admiringly at
the tinkIing fountain, the fresh, grace
full ferns, and the CLASSY pools of wa
ter that lay like mirrors between the
! beds of rock.
Sir Richard leaned against rustic
t. bic and watched her.
she is very beautiful tonight he
smiled. without the money she
would be a prize worth having, with
| the money she is a prize that must
not at all events be lost"
AS his eye fell On },e- ~sikk sds'aTias
speculation, sac %-----=@E C1aGSa'% aEa
shrunk almost yIs1pry ~ iss e-pTes-
sion.
81 think I will go back" she said,
scarcely knowing what she did say.
81 have not seen mamma since we
came in"
will you not rest while find Mrs.
Newton?" said Sir Richard, drawing
a chair toward the fountain.
mo- thank you-yes, will then, If
you please she answered and sank
into the chair.
Sir Richard murmured something
about the draught, arranged the soft
| China crepe around her white shout
ders, and mingled with the throng.
Stella waited until he was lost in
| the vortex, and arose quickly.
She would escape him once for all!
A curtain was draped before an en-
/ trance in one corner of the recess. 1t
might lead her to the ballroom-and
| to a distant part of it!
Ay, she would venture it rather
than wait for Sir Richards return
and she arose and walked quickly to
the curtain, drew it aside and passed
! through the opening.
| The apartment she had entered was
dimly lighted, and was too small,
even for an anteroom
Disappointed, she was about to re-
| turn, when something white and
cleaning at the farther end caught
her attention, and she dropped the
| curtain, entered the room anu vrUesed
! 1t.
The patch of white was a statue of
such SURPRISING beauty that in her
maze of admiration she forgot every
thing, and stood gazing as if rooted to
| the spot.
Suddenly she uttered a half-suppres-
| sed exclamation of establishment, and
with a heightened color drew nearer.
Surely she must be mistaken The
dimness of the light, her too vivid i'm
agitation must be misleading her!
A small lamp stood on an ormolu
bracket. She took 1t in her hand, and,
| holding it above her lead gazed long
and eagerly at the face OF the statue.
1t was a sea nymph rising from a
crested wave.
The waving locks were of marvel
| Gus grace, the face was sweet, pass
| tomato beauty. But it was not the
! beauty which so deeply attracted her;
it was the weird strangeness Of the
| fact that the face resembled hers!
Resembled? Nay, it was an exact re
/ lection in all save color.
She turned to a mirror +hnu stared
at the marble face again. Yes! She
! was not the spUIJ - -s..--. Inc lace
I was hers!
Then the lamp Quivered in her
+ hand. A mysterious half-awful and de.
/ licious sense of the supernatural fell
on her.
J Her face went from red to white,
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