Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1911-12-22

Inc 6aSeS. InrOCgp the simple emOrt
| Of recollection ! became philosopher.
| theologian, poet. To the soft patter
of their applause / even scared to
| original heights. In the parlance of
the stage, | made hit In fact when
| one o'clock came and with it the in
timation from Mrs. Dace that she
| must depart, it was only after little
sigh that reached my ears alone, and
flash from her wonderful eyes that
| quickly hid themselves behind the
| screening lashes as / looked deep into
them. Of the perpendicular bill paid
my half without pang, secretly philo-
| sophized by the knowledge that the
gods won't allow us to be in their
debt, and when man wines and dimes
| with woman he must pay for it with
the glistening jewels of his brow.
We prepared to depart.
Edwards paved the way for me.
Mrs. Dace lives at the Arcadia, which
is not more than mile from your
house. You can take her there, step
| back in your carriage and be home ten
| minutes later. Miss Lyddon and l
| go in another direction, and leave you
| to your pleasant homeward ride. OF
course we must all meet again. 1t
| this one over"
We babe them good night, and hail
| ing carriage, I assisted my compan-
| ion into it. The rather long ride
homeward still fingers in my mind as
pleasant dream. The gentle sway
! rolled noiselessly over the boulevard
lulled us into half condolences. She
| told me quite few things about her
self. Her husband an Englishman,
| had been in some diplomatic service
in the orient had died year before,
| and she had now come back to her
birthplace on matters Of business.
Unreservedly, she seemed to accept
| me as thorough man of the world,
| and even did ME the flattery to repeat
some of my witticisms of the evening
and laugh over them for a moment
the second time. When 1 say that
l was charmed I think I have ex-
pressed it,
In front of the formidable entrance
to the building where she resided l
assisted her to alight, and she thrust
out her fingers which took eagerly.
The physical contact thrilled me from
head to toe and the enchantment of
her smile enthralled me. "You have
entertained me delightfully."-. | feel
f1attered to have met you," she MUIR
INJURED. "And since you are busy
man by day, l hope you will call and
see me some evening when you can
think of nothing else to do. You can
reach me over the phone at almost
any time. l hope you will not forget
me-"
That anyone once seeing her could
ever forget her! Nothing could be
more ridiculous than the thought. l
lightly laughed the idea to scorn as 1
bent over her hand Mrs. Dace, the
old Roman general reported to his
emperor, I came, 1 saw, l conquered
To you I must report somewhat differ
emily. I came I saw, l am con-
quered' I will pay you my tributes
very soon. Until then life will be a
necessity instead of pleasure"
She tripped up the entrance steps
and from their top sent me flutter
of her handkerchief and a flashing
smile that made my blood leap as
she vanished behind the heavy door,
Back into the carriage l climbed and
went home in an exhilaration of spir-
it's that the wine did not account for.
The seine had been cast and was be-
ing held wide to receive. Unsuspi-
ciously the fish wiggled on.
The next day I happened to see
Bruce In the course of our converse
tion l casually asked him what he
knew of my companion Of the night
before, and ne began digging his fin
gers into his head as though trying to
scratch out an answer. Presently it
came:
Lets see. l don't know that l can
tell you very much-you know /
never paid any particular attention to
her," he began in a quizzical glance
at me. still if you will agree to
keep it family secret, I might re-
member a few things. Promise, hon
est Injun?"
Honest Injun."
We'll, then, here goes. Matte Mad
den was born in this town about
thirty years ago of poor but dishonest
parents. But she was a beauty, even
as a girl, and people forgave her par
entage on that account. She eloped
out of school with a more or less &C.
count Englishman named Dace, who
afterwards got into the service of his
government over in India or some 9TH
er outlandish place on the back of the
map He died with his boots on
How was he killed." I inquired.
Bruce grew a trifle more serious.
We'll, now, that is something am
no authority upon. / can only repeat
to you in confidence what | have
heard and read. But the report has it
that it happened IN a disagreement
with a Russian nobleman over her
one of those cheerful little affairs
that sometimes occur out that way,
you know; referee and seconds to the
front; wine and jealousy in the back
ground; moon In the distance-you
understand. Anyway 1t made a rip