Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1912-06-13

a glorious ngnL proKe over MS
face; his relief was tremendous.
cob, thank Cod" he breathed.
''Ptniotowsky"-and she said his
name with dificulty-'is coming to-
night from Carlsbad"
The boy threw back ais bright head
and 1augher wildly.
Course him! The very narne makes
me want to commit a crime. He will
go over my body to you. You hear
me. Lefty. / mean what l say"
People had already remarked them
as they passed. The actress was too
well known to pass unobserved, but
she was Indifferent tn their curiosity
or t. the existence of anyone but this
excited boy.
Blair, who had not opened a paper
since he came to Parts, did not know
that Lefty Lanes fight from London
had created scandal in the theatre
cal world, that her manager was suing
her, and that to be seen with her driv-
ing in the Bois was a conspicuous
thing indeed. She thought of it, how
ever.
81 am going to tell the man to drive
you to the gate on the other side Of
the park where it's quieter, we won't
be stared at, and I want you to leave
me and let me go to the Meurice
alone. You must, Dan, you must let
me go to the hotel alone"
strained fashion and forced her hand
to remain in his.
Look here. You don't suppose I
am going to let you go like this, now
that | have seen you again. You don't
suppose l am going to give you up to
got to marry me-"
Bringing all her strength of charac-
ter to bear, she exclaimed: Il expect
you think you are the only person who
has asked me to marry him, Dan. l
am going to marry Prince Ponio-
towsky. He is perfectly crazy abopt
me-"
Until that moment she had not
made him think that she was indiffer-
ent to him, and the idea that such a
thing was possible, was too much for
his overstrained heart to bear. Dan
cried her name in a voice whose ap-
peal was like a hurt creatures, and
as the hurt creature in it's suffering
sometimes springs upon it's torturer,
he flung his arms around her as she
sat in the motor, held her and kissed
her, then set her free, and as the
motor flew along, tore open the door
to spring out or to throw himself ont,
but clinging to him she prevented his
mad act. She stopped the car along
the edge of the quiet, wooded alice.
Blair saw that he had terrified her.
She covered her beating heart with
her hands and gasped at him that he
was "crazy, crazy" and perhaps lit
tie late his dignity and self-possession
returned.
81 am mad" he aa.yHowls&ged more
calmly, 'and / am sorry mat Ir1gnC-
ened you. But you drive me mad"
Without further word he got out
and left her agitated, leaning toward
him, and Blair, less pale and thor
oughly the man, lifted his hat to her
and, with unusual grace, bowed good
night and good-by. Then, rushing as
he had come, he walked off down
through the alice, his gray figure in
his gray clothes disappearing through
the vista of meeting trees.
For moment she stared after him,
her eyes fastened on the tall, slender,
beautiful young man. Blair's fire and
ardor, his fresh youthfulness, his pro-
lection and his chivalry, his ardent de-
votion. touched her profoundly. Tears
fell, and one splashed on her white
glove. Was he really going to ruin
his life? The old ballad, ''The Earl
of Moray" ran through her head:
"And long may his lady look from the
castle wall"