Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1909-09-09

glass, and presently his voice grew
thick and his manner more familiar
and confidential
Been an admirer Of the fair sex all
my life, marquis: but devoted slave
TO one Of EN- only. Don't mention
name-buc you know her. and he
wsgged his head with playful mys-
terry.
Indeed, said the marquis, paying
no heed to the mans maun lerirgs,
but Ply the decanter.
Yes! FaiIest OF the fair! Not an
other woman in the kingdom u com
pare with her. She's the sole queen o.
my art, marquis. and when I've made
my pile-when I've got that cash, YOU
know-ne can to lay it at her feet. She
don't know anything Of it, at present
never shall-oh, I'll keep my word
to you, uis!-honOr- homo -
among thieves, you know. I lay it at
her feet at her feet" He seemed as
if he wei about to rehearse the Per,
f1rmaac Of tie moment, or he slip,
ped forT ard and almost fell off the
chair. Feel sleepy somehow, mar
quis," he said. Got to go to the ORR
en,al-musnt be late. Say good
night now-wiII see you in the morn
ing"
The marquis took hold Of him and
helped him to his feet then got his
hat and led him downstairs.
It was impossible for the marquis to
remain in London with this incubus
logging his steps and haunting him
He felt IS if every one he saw eyed
him suspiciousIy and was ready to de.
nOunce him, and as the hunted ami
nal makes for the deepest coyerts, so
the marquis. with Mr.. Sinclair close
-eL1eG pIeMol pounl 'sI77Q STU uodn
court.
What do you say to going back to
the Court?' he asked Lucille. I am
sick Of London and it is too Iate-or
too early-fOr Paris. Thee 8 no
place like ones own home. viii you
go back?"
Yes sad Lucille, and a sigh
cuivered on her lips. Back 20 Darra-
court, where she had tasted the
sweet st happiness Of her life, but to
find it turn to bitter. Dead Sea fruit.
Back to Darracourt, every foot OF
whose lawns and woods would speak
to her Of Harry Herne. "Oh, yes;
do not care"
Winter was approaching with
stealthy footsteps, and the few leaves
that remained upon the trees in the
park shuddered in the keen wind thai
threatened them as the voice of an
executioner ere it swept them life
less to the ground.
Wrapped in her furs, Lucille lay
back in the carriage and looked out
with listless gaze. Only few
months ago she had driven to the
Court, young girl rejoicing in her
sudden acquisition of wealth, and now
she was approaching the Court, the
wife Of the marquis Of Merle, with
not a JOY before her, nothing but 2
life of loveless apathy! The marquis
sat beside her, silent and gloomy.
He had won what he had been plot
ting and scheming for, and now this
heavy blow had fallen upon him! His
name, rank, all he possessed, were al
the mercy Of a vulgar scoudrel. To
morrow Mr.. Sinclair would be fOhOw-
ing on his track, and unless the mar
quts could procure the money to buy
him off would dog him day by day,
night by night! AS the carriage
drove up to the entrance and Lucille
saw Mrs. Dalton standing at the door
to welcome her, a faint flush stained
her cheeks, but it fed as quickly as
it came, leaving her pale and wan
again, and Mrs. Dalton took her in
her arms and looked at her with dis.
may.
Have YOU been i'll, my Iady?' she
said tenderIy, when they were alone
in Luc'lIe's room.
Lucille laughed, and bent and kissed
her.
Don't call me my lady, dear" she.
said. Call me Lucille" as you used
to do. III? No, bu- I don't think Lon
don suited me! I am very, very glad
to get back. Do I look so woe-begone,
then?" she asked suddenly.
To be continued.