The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1865-06-03
DISAPPEARED.

darling"
How fresh and unworn their faces look
ed. gathered into a cluster around Cora
Ellis. the favorite of the work room,
whose brother or cousin had sent her q
paper from New York. The date was by
no means recent, but its intelligence was
fresh TO us-to me as well as to my bevy
of iourneymen and apprentices. 1 list
nee carelessly, though l bent over the
satin and blonde / was shaping into a
bridal bonnet
what shall / read? Horrible muir
DER"
'Oh! don't; we have enough OF these
out West. Let's hear the dry-goods adj
vertisements, and find out what they
wear in New York"
"Hushr" said Cora, tantalizingly holding
the Herald at arm's-length. ""Naried.'
Dear me Moses Smith and Angelina
Jones are married"
Nonsense! 1t will be one O'clock
Make her read to us, Mrs. Lewis"
l shook nay head at the wilful child
but she HAD made her selection.
Just listen, girls Here's something
queer: Mysterious Disappearanee-f're
Hundred Dollars REGARD Don't you
wish we could get it'll Madeline Lemon,
trsatg-three gears Of age, tall, ~ih dark
hair and cyes. Had on whtn she let home
a qrayand-phite PLAID shdrl, wih blue Dor
der: Tuscan stram-hdt, trimmed tcih blue;
black qaitrr boots; diamond ring on her tef
hand. Last seen on the whaIJ at Baltimore.
.Iav in: eNiqencs riU meet wih the ADORE re
.yard from her father, the Hon. j. Lining
stone Seaton, or her husband, Lieutenant F
Leaor, Fort Tripler, as she Is supposed to
hare BEEN wandering in mind mhen she ttt
n0me.'"
How eagerly those girls listened; SYM
pathy, curiosity, interest i'll their faces
| Jaw them, though my hands shook
aud my scissors glided astray, running
the work of the morning.
That shawl lay folded in my trunk, at
NV lodgings; that diamond ring Enclosed
in the little morocco case beside it
So this was my fathers co%nclusion!-
Naturally enough. might have expect
ed it. He never did understand me-,
though we had been separated too much
all our lives to know each other we'll;
and his own heart had lost too much of
its freshness to enter into the wrongs of
INV life. His house. with my pretty.
girlish step mother for its mistress, was
the last refuge I should have sought;
though he never forgot that was his
child. This proved it.
Poor lady Wandered Oft, | suppose, a"
said Cora. pityingly, "She was young,
wasn't She Aud what a lovely name /!
DO YOU think she will everbe found, Mrs.
Lewis! ?"
Never"
And then Ibethought myself: People
often disappear and never are heard OF
again have seen such things in the
London Times.
1t is SO hard for their friends, isn't
it," Here wished she would leave me,
bur the work bell had sounded. and She
was III her own especial seat hy my win
dow. Ii they are Insane aud die. ~
take their own lives. il /, soon over. bnt
bow hard il must be for those who are
left behind not to know whore they are
to imagine them in want of TODD III
nursing, and then expecting to hear all
the time know how it was when my
brother wa lost at sea every time u let
ter came, OF a knock ut the door, mother
started and grew paie-0h for years
| pity her poor husband-don't.yOu Mrs.
Lewis watching and looking, and hop
ing to hear from her every moment and
her dear little children, if she has any"
This room is sitting" And l started
up with such a horrible construction i'm
my throat, scattering the bright silks on
every side. For the first time I saw
Frederick suffering this agony of sus-
Aud those little c~hildren-how did it fare
with them
That Was no new thought. My life
sickened for them in the long, desolate
evenings. sitting upon a hassock by my
solitary hearth, my face buried
in the cushions of the chair before nue.,
striving to shut out sight, andsound, and
recollection, if that had been possible;
waking in the hush of night, with my
arms thrown ont wildly, to find only va
cancy and when the sun streamed in on
my pillow, and yearning thought brought
morningIdreams, | felt the clamering of
those little feet, or the soft touch of those
diinpled hands. and woke an exile and an
alien.
"Or take their own lives" How the
words haunted me! But l had been
saved in that temptation, when I was
swept along with the turbulent tide of
the Western river which separated me
from all that / desired to bury. One
plunge-and then forgetfulness. How
easy it seemed-how enticing What
was lifel What had it for me in the fu-
turel They would never fiud ME there,
washed up stiff and stark under the bare
roots of those great sycamores on that
gray, solitary island looming out before
US. 1t was not cowardice that saved
M l was reckless enough aver for that
But the vague awfulness of the mys
terious world beyond, though then, like
the material world, it was to me II Land
of shadows and of thick darkness"
Thence to the work-room of Madame
Myer-prosaic step! But / must feed
and clothe the body had elected To re-
tain. had little dread of discovery in
the heart of that thronged Western city;
and Madame Myer (she had emigrated
from the East as Mrs. Myers, with as lit.
tie taste as usually dispensed to the
jewellers in New England) had need of
the services of "a competent forewomap."
Thus said a strip of paper wafered to
the window of her 1ourishing establish.
ment and / bethought me of my sue
cess in eking out my Strengthened ward
robe, and the graceful fashions / had
studied from tho French Magazine des
Node and ann1ied tn nv own