The Widowed Bride — page 119: what you’re looking at

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: = ~ ceeded in triumphantly completing the scores which Lady — Glenhampton had confidently aHotted to her as a full day’s he ‘ =... 110 THE WIDOWED BRIDE. word. I know it will be exceedingly tedious; but you aré so kind.” | Zz ‘IT will do it with the greatest pleasure, dear Lady Glen- hampton,” said Rena, looking up into the countess’ face with the sweetest of smiles. ‘‘I am very fond of copying music, and it will serve to pass away the long day while you are gone.” And Lady Glenhampton, secretly rejoicing that she had invented such an excellent pretext for keeping her daugh- ters friend occupied in her own room all day, never once imagined that those dark eyes read all her thoughts and fancies as completely as if they were written out on paper before her. Lady Glenhampton had scarcely given Miss Percival credit for the ingenuity and determination of her real char- acter. “Tt’s no end of a bore your having a headache to-day, Temple,” said Captain Evelyn, as he stood in his friend’s apartment lighting a perfumed cigarette, ‘‘and I’ve a great mind to stay at home with you.” “By no means,” said Lord Vere, earnestly. ‘‘lam_bet- ter by myself—these things always wear away toward even- ing, and I shouldn’t be surprised if I joined you yet.” ‘‘Honestly,” said Captain Evelyn, with the cigarette in- his mouth, ‘‘I don’t believe the sport will pay for the candle so far as the croquet party is concerned.” “But Lady Glenhampton wishes it, and a man must pay some attention to the exigencies of society. Go along; they are calling you, and there’s no sense in your standing dawd- ling here.” | And while Lord Vere Temple lay on the sofa in a dark- ened room, dozing and meditating by turns, until the sharp pains in his brow grew less and less frequent, Rena Percival . was working away in her own apartment with a rapidity — which was born of natural efficiency added to great prac- tice. She had copied all the music needed at Hartford Lodge, and thus acquired a skill which was advantageous at this moment, and by the middle of the afternoon she suc- work. , | | “There,” thought Rena, as she flung aside the pen, and ‘threw the drooping black ringlets aside from her forehead. ome . Z3 2 -- <— << - - comicbooks Eom