Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1913-01-10

yet Ou Iuc WHUl0 lie was d FcIy COoi
Romeo. He was manly, but he was
calculating; he was honorably dis
posed toward matrimony, but he was
not reborn with love. And so, in the
sober bedroom of the club, he quickly
fell into the good sleep induced by Ia
t1eue and healthy nerves.
Morning brought counsel and dis
position to renew operations. A note
was dispatched to his Diana by pri-
Vate messenger, and the boy was bid
den to wait for an answer. 1t came
presently:
Come at twelve, if you wish.
"MELANIE REYNIER."
Aleck smiled with satisfaction Here
was wise venture going through hap
PLY, he hoped He was pleased that
she had named the very hour he had
asked for the night before. That was
like her good, frank way of meeting q
situation, and it augured well for the
unknown emergencies of their future
life. He had little patience with til
Nudity and traditional coyness in wcm-
en-, and great admiration for an open
and fearless spirit, Melanie's note
almost set his heart humping.
But not quite; and no one under
stood the cool nature of that organ
better than Melanie herself. The la
dies in the apartment at the Arch
angel had fingered at their breakfast,
the austerity of which had been miti-
gated by center decoration Of or
chids and fern, fresh-touched with
dew or so Madame Reynier had de-
sCribed. them to Melanie, as she
brought them to her with the card of
Mr.. Lloyd-Jones. Miss Reynier smiled
family, admired the blossoms and turn
ed away.
The ladies usually spike French
with each other though occasionally
Madame Reynier dropped into the
harsher speech of her native country
On this morning she did this, telling
Melanie, for the tenth time in as many
days, that in her opinion they ought
to be going home. Madame consid-
cred this her duty, and felt no real
responsibility after the statement was
made. Nevertheless, she was glad to
find Melanie disposed to discuss the
matter a little further
do you wish to go home, Auntie, or
is it that you think l ought to goe"
II don't wish to go without you,
child, you know that; and I am very
comfortable here But his Highness,
your cousin, is very impatient; l see
that in every letter from Krolvetz
You offended him deeply by putting
Off your marriage to Count Lorenzo
and every day now deepens his indig-
nation against you. / don't like to dis
cuss these things, Melanie, but | sus-
pect that your action deprives him of
q very necessary revenue; and / un-
derstand, better than you do, to what
lengths your cousin is capable of 60
ing when he is displeased.. You are,
by the law Of your country, his ward
until you marry. Would it not be bet
ter to submit to him in friendship,
rather than to incur his enmity? Aft
er all, he is your next of kin, the head
of your family, and a very powerful
man If we are going home at ALL we
ought to go now"
"But suppose we should decide not
to go hcme at ALP
"You will have to go some time, dear
child. You are all alone, except for
me, and IN the nature of things you
can't have me always. Now that you
are young, you think it an easy thing
to break away from the ties of blood
and BIRTH but believe me, 1t isn't
easy. You, with your nature, could
never do ii. The call of the land is
strong, and the time will come when
YOU will long to go home, long to so
back to the land where your father
led his soldiers, and where your moth
err was admired and loved
Madame Reynier paused and watch
ed her niece. who, with eyes cast
down. was toying with with her spoon.
Suddenly crimson flush rose and
snread over Melanie's cheeks and fore.
head and neck, and when she looked
M into Madame Reynier's face, she
was gazing through unshed tears
She rose quickly, came round to the
older woman's chair and kissed her
cheek affectionately.
Dear Auntie, you are very good to
me. and patient, too. It's all true,
suppose; but the prospect of home
and Count Lorenzo together-ah
well!" she smiled reassuringly and
again caressed Madame Reynier's
gaunt old face. "I'll think it all over
Auntie dear"
Madame Reynier followed Melanie
into her sitting-roona, bringing the
precious orchids in her two hands
fearful lest the fragile vase should
fall. Melanie regarded them a mo
ment, and then said she thought they
| would do better in the drawing-room
Il sometimes think the little garden
| pink quite ne rretty as an orchid"