Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1913-03-14

| anything more, ClOthllde!'
mo, Nine. la Marquise there is
nothing more'
THANK you, Clothilde don't need
you any longer"
"Will Nine la Marquise stay here?"
she asked.
Il shall remain few minutes
! Does Nine. la Marquise wish the
lights turned on:"
Yes. Put on few more It's quite
dismal here"
Twill Nine. la Marquise have any
thing? Could l make tea for Nine la
Marquise?'
"No, nothing at ALL" the marquise
replied sharply.
Perhaps M. lie Marquis Clio
thilde began.
Nor Numbered Honore.
How sorry l am for Nine. la Mar
quise and for NJ. lie Marquis. too" Clo-
thilde said alphabetically.
Yes, yes; that will do. You may
60"
Good night, Nine la Marquise, -
Clothilde cOurtesied.
| Good night, Clothilde."
| Good night, NJ. lie Marquis" with
another courtesy.
Good night"' the marquis exploded.
Clothilde left them and went to the
floor above, where she spent the en-
suing hours of excitement hanging far
over the banisters.
Hho frr Cd TO h,1ch a nd
well, what do you make of it?
What does it mean?" she demanded.
Yes, what does it mean?" the mar
quis echoed helplessly.
You know what it is as well as l."
the marQuise told him. ''She has a
| love affair."
Good Lord! Who could have fore
| seen such q calamity?' the marquis
cried as he moved over to the big
| lounge and settled himself comfortably
among it's cushions.
| The single instance Of Brachard's
| ferocity and enormous strength-the
| shattered door to AnneMarie's dress
| ing room-terrified the marquise. She
pictured him avenging himself upon
| his faithless wife, and her eyes grew
| wild with terror as she paced up and
down the floor of the beautiful draw
| ing room. In despair she threw herself
| into a chair.
Where in heavens name has he
gone? she cried.
''You mean Brachard?' asked Ho-
more.
"Whom else could I mean"
do you think perhaps he might be
searching for her:'
''He probably doesn't need to. I've
no doubt he's been watching her for
weeks. And when he felt sure enough
he set this outrageous trap to-
Trap. Good heavens. You don't
suppose he intended all this about go
ing to London as a deception:"
What else? There's a mystery
somewhere
The marquise pondered, and sudden
ly new and more terrible thought
flashed into her mind.
"HOnore," she cried rising, I'm
afraid of the worst I'm afraid of it,
pretending
Suppose he demands q divorce?"
the marquise said.
Pm sure, my dear, there's not so
much danger as you think" Honore
said with reassuring optimism. when
all is said and done he's quite q sensi-
BILE fellow
Sensible! Think of that door"
DO you mean the marquis began,
stirred into activity by the thought of
family scandal
Would a sensible man break into
his wife's apartments:
"No, no.
Its the act of ruffian," the mar
quise said vigorously. It's his low
origin, his brutal passions, breaking out
and taking possession Of him.
MY dear you are not going to be-
lieve those tales about his-his''- the
marquis began in a defense of Bra
chards ancestry. But the marquise
was insistent.
Yes, yes, yes. But the door, the
door, the door.'' she exclaimed. That's
what frightens me- If the ruffian in
him once comes to the surface
There was a sound of wheels in the
street. The marquise rushed to the
window and opened it, looking out,
while the marquis sank back into the
cushions again. The sound of the cab
died away in the distance, however.
and she returned
THE wretched child doesn't come
back" she said. oh, I'm going to
wait for her if it's till morning! Who
who could have tempted her to this?
Who could have done such a thing?
Can you think of any one?" she sud
denly asked Honore, stopping in front
of him.
NO, nor Honore answered, throw
ing open his overcoat. which was grow
ing uncomfortably warm. and disclos-
ing his entire suit of red silk pajamas.
would you like to have me go over
the names of our different acquaint-
ances. so we can consider them in