The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1869-06-26

has been treated as though-as though
AS thoughP
Listen to me for o minute, )" said Tre-
velyan. W
al am listening"
~ win tell you nothing, will answer
you not word" III Ey<
s'You will not answer me ?"
"Not when you come to me in this
fashion. My wife is my wife, and my
claim to her is nearer and closer than
is yours, who are her father She is the
moth or of my child, and the only being
in the world, except that child, whom I
love. Do you think that with such mo-
tives on my part for tenderness towards
her, for loving care, for the most anxious
solicitude, that can be made more
anxious, more tender, more loving by
coarse epithets FRONT ysuf / am the
most miserable being under the sun be-
cause our happiness has been interrupt
ed, and is it likely that such misery
should be cured by violent words and
gestures If your heart is wrung for
her, so is mine. If she be much to you,
she is more to me. She came here the
other day, almost as stranger, anu
thought that my heart would nave
burst beneath its weigh hit OF woe. mnaI
can You do that can add an ounce 10 the
burden that bear You may as we'll
leave me,-or at least be quiet.
Sir Marmaduke had stood ana ilsten ed
to him, and he, too, was so struck Dy the
altered appearance of the man that the
violence of his indignation was lessened
by the pity which he could not suppress.
When Trevelyan spoke of his wretched-
ness, it was impossible not to believe
him. He was as wretched being to
look at as it might have been possible
to find. His contracted cheeks, and lips
always open, and eyes glowing in their
sunken caverns, told tale which even
Sir Marmaduke, who was not OF nature
quick in deciphering such stories, could
not fail to read. And then the twltchlnS
motion of the mans hands, and the
restless shutting of his feet, produced a
nervous feeling that if some remedy
were not applied quickly, some allevia-
ton given to the misery Of the suffering
wretch, human power would be strained
too far, and the man would break to
pieces,-or else the mind of the man.
Sir Marmaduke, during his journey in
the cab, had resolved that, old as he was,
he would take this sinner by the throat,
this brute who had striven to stain his
daughters name, and would make him
there and then confess to his own bru
tality. But it was now very manifest to
Sir Marmaduke that there could be no
taking by the throat in this case. He
could not have brought himself to touch
the poor, weak, passionate creature be-
fore him. Indeed, even the fury of his
words was stayed, and after that last
appeal he stormed no more. "But what
is to be the end of it 7" he said.
"Who can tellf Who can sayf She
can tell. She can put an end to it all.
She has but to say word, and l will
devote my life to her. Bat that word
must be spoken" AS he said this he
dashed his hand upon the table, and
looked up with an air that would have
been comic with its assumed magnifi- |
cence, had it not been for the true
tragedy of the occasion.
"You had better at any rate, let her
have her child for the present"
mo; my boy shall go with me. She
may go, too, if she pleases, but my boy |
shall certainly go with me. If | had
put her from me, as you said just now
it might have been otherwise. But she
shall be as welcome to me as flowers in
May,-as flowers in May She shall
De as welcome to me as the music of
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