Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1909-12-08
CHARLES GARVICE |

ooh | have not mad Clme 10 Tell
Stella" said Mrs. Newton. Your
messenger met with an accident, and
lad it not been for this gentleman,
near neighbor, who found your man
and was kind enough to bring the
note himself, we should not have
known you were coming"
Sir Richard smiled, end advanced to
bow to the kind gentleman, as Mrs.
Newton introduced them to each
other.
The two advanced, bowed coldly,
and looked hard into each others
faces; they met with TO reflections OF
sympathy.
"My dear,' said Mrs. Newton, Sir
Richard has taken the shoot1ng-box,
and kindly offered to pay us visit
"Say, rather, was presuming enough
to beg for shelter, my men not having
prepared a room for me-, corrected
Sir Richard, with bow, adding to
Stella: ''You know, was about TO
tell you at Lady DovewelPs that l
should be your near neighbor at
Christmas. but something interrupted
! me-"
Stella had regained her usual state
w politeness. and exchanged remarks
on the weather with the wealthy bar
onet, and the snap-dragon being de-
molished they all repaired to the
drawing groom.
But though they were more IN num-
Der the talk tagged.
Stella was quiet; all her Spirits
! seemed to have gone.
Mr.. FELTON, had grown reserved.
Presently Sir Richard displayed
some anxiety anent his man.
81 hope he is not hurt" he said. 4
was afraid something would happen
to him, for he is the most reckless
creature. 1 only engaged him last
night"
.Indeed?" said Mrs Newton.
hone he is honest and trustworthy"
"Eminently so, if l am any judge OF
character said Sir Richard, with
! peculiar smile.
ST found him in the street, and res
cued him from what he would think
great disgrace-the prison and the
poorhouse."
Dear me-" said Mrs. Newton.
Then she added:
"Ah, we have heard of your benevo'
lence, Sir Richard. Poor man! l dare
saw he is extremely grateful"
Extremely" said Sir Richard, with
| of h pno111iar crnilpS
Stella arose to get an album.
Mr.. FELTON,, who was near the
table, bent over and almost whispered.
"Have you known Sir Richard Wild
fang long Miss Newton?"
mo" answered Stella, with so evil
dent dislike to the very name in her
tone that the questioner was justified
in asking her:
do you not like him?"
81 do not" said Stella, glancing at
the dark, sleek face Of the influential
baronet.
Then in a low whisper, and with
strange earnestness she added:
'Mr. FELTON,, you should be a Judge
of faces and the minds they index.
| Tell me honestly, do you think that
face a good one-one to be trusted?'
mo-" replied the sculptor, glancing
up.
"a bad one, them" breathed Stella,
'and not to be trusted
"a very bad one, and to be feared"
replied Louis FELTON,, in a tone as
! earnest as her own.
"When did Mr.. FELTON, arrive?'
asked Sir Richard, in low whisper of
Mrs. Newton by the fire.
Yesterday only" replied the willy
lady, anxiols for some information.
Sir Richard elevated his eyebrows.
Yesterday only. Hem! Do you know
anything of him, may I ask"
No." hesitated Mrs. Newton. "He
must not be of good family, you know,
Sir Richard-he owns Hawthorne"
Sir Richard smiled, as if plying her
simplicity.
Not necessarily. Remember that
the property is in Chancery. This
| may be one of the distant branches.
My dear Mrs. Newton, may I venture
as man of business and of the world
to warn you? This young fellow has a
plausible tongue and an interesting
face-see, he has managed to interest
your daughter with it. My dear ma
dam, it behooves you to be careful.
| There are so many imposters, and
they all have nice, weubred ways and
taking faces
Mrs. Newton was in tremor of hor-
ror. and she felt inclined to rise, drag
| the valuable Stella from contact with
/ the stranger and turn Mr.. FELTON, him.
helf out of doors. But Sir Richard re-
strained her.
Perhaps it may be all right, my
dear Mrs. Newton. But at the best, the
young man must be very-ahem!-
poor. Consider the state of the prop
erty. Yes, very poor!"
So the skillful man of the world had
already commenced to undermine be-
meath Mr.. Louis Felton's feet, and it
behooved Don Cupid to buckle on his
armor if he would hope to cope with
| craft subtlety and cunning