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ete EY et kt at ta ote ce are ge ge ate .
-, . WILD MARGARET. ©
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‘seeing I got it from a man whos
dog on—Austin Ambrose.’’ re ms an
-* Austin Ambrose, a man with a face likea mask,: anda
said the general.
ways with Lord Leyton.”’ --
** And is still,’ said the attache.
cluded she looked up and round about her, like one awak-
ing from a dream.
-prince held up his hand.
‘*Pardon, my mother,
toast.’’ -
but you have forgotten the
sank down again.
wine, and leaning forward poured some into Margaret’s
glass,
‘Tt is our custom on
4
the night before our departure,
and as he spoke he rose and raised his glass. |
felt weak and tremulous.
"from her fingers. ‘
it made no sign, but reaching the table-cloth marked it
with a blood-like stain. |
bad omen, but the prince,
‘ Jaughed.
'. ** Bravo,
toast by pouring a libation to the gods.”’
-. She looked at him gratefully, as
_ echoed by the rest of the gentlemen, and then she passed
out with the ladies. cop
_ As if to dispel the slightly
. over their wine than usual, and the prince seemed, as in
duty bound, the
handsome face grew grave and thoughtful. At las
rosé and sauntered into the salon; but the prince, inste
t last they
ad
. woe,
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“Miss Violet Graham; but I can’t vouch for the truth of it,
e word I wouldn’t ‘hang a_
trick of looking over your head while he is talking to you?” »
“Oh, yes, I remember him. | He wasal-_ ~
‘The signora signaled to the ladies and rose, when the.
"Ah, the toast, yes,” she said, and with a placid smile
The prince filled the glass of the lady near him with
- ..Miss Leslie, to drink this toast—* To our next meeting!” —
-. . All rose, ladies included, and lifted their glasses above .
their heads, and Margaret did the same. But her hand. _
Blair’s name was still ringing.
in her ears, and aimost unconsciously she let the glassslip ~
The red wine ran down her dress, where |
The party looked rather grave, for it was considered a
with his ever ready tact,
Miss Leslie!” he exclaimed. “That is tho.
Greek fashion;: you have secured the fulfillment of the.
grave impression which poor,
Margaret’s accident had produced, the men were merrier .
of joining a group of ladies, walked through into the.con-_
The subject had run itself out, and the conversation took _
another turn, but all the time it had~been dealing with:
Blair Leyton, Margaret had set, her eyes fixed on the cloth,
her hand closed on the piece of bread, and when it had con- |
his ‘bravo’? was: -
brightest of them all; but at intervals his) - —