The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1876-09-23

carriage in her life-she, q traveller
starting alone 10 far of city of which
she knows nothing.
Taking her basket on her arm, she
walks to the reetory TO leave the KEY OF
her cottage with the clergyman. and to
obtain from him instructions for her
journey. He gives them clearly and cir
cumstantIslly; and, walking with her to
the station, sees her OF, with the precious
basket in her care and that look of stead
fast happiness in her eyes.
1t is a long journey, but the snticips-
ton of Dsvids delight at seeing her
shortens and beauties the way, so that
she starts with surprise when fellow
passenger tells her she is a. Psddington.
TInidly she stands back from the crowd,
holding her basket tight upon her arm,
and watching the passer by with wlstful,
patient eyes. What a great place this
st alton is! and everyone SO busy and en-
crossed!
"If you please, l want to reach Far
ringdon street Would you kindly tell
me what to dor she al last scCosted u
porter, as he passes with hamper on
his shoulder.
Gross to Metropolitan
Cross to Metropolitan! The words are
foreign words TO her. What can they
mean? Is there river, then, between
her and David?
Another porter, coming slowly up as
the the crowd disperses, sees the puzzled
look upon the womans face, and how
she shrinks apart in her neat country
dress, and holds her basket with such
care and pride.
where do you want to go?' he in
quires kindly.
To Harrington street. / am to cross
something, but could not understand.
I'm sorry to be SO troublesome
You'd far better have's cab the
man says. in tone of Involuntary KIND
ness. Do you mind the expense2
:" | have six shillings in change she
answers looking gratefully into his face.
Will that do2"
Half OF It,"
He takes her 10 one of the waiting
cabs and makes q bargain with the mSn
in her presence; then he closes the door
upon her and smiles MS she drives away.
And this is London, this line OF
streets, and crowds of people, and ieat'
enlng sound of wheels. Poor DaVy.
How he must long for the quiet, shady
lanes and the fresh breeze coming IT,
land from the sea!
The cab stops and Mary Sullivan
stands with beating heart nj the door
of tall narrow house in Farrlndon
street, and rings the bell family. ste
waits what she thinks long, long time,
before young woman appears in.
answer to her modest summons
"Will you tell me, if You please, in
which room | shall find my son?
What's your sons name2' the girl
askes, with long stare.
David Sullivan"
"Oh, Mr.. Sullivan" she says little
more pleasantly. "He's out. Would
you like to step into the passage and
rest?'
Thank you," David's mother says
gently, ms she meets this unIookcd.ior-
brow. Il would much rather 20 To him
Il don't know where he is though.
He's nearly always out. He's at An
office all day. Then he's forever gong
out into the country, somewhere north,
where hes got house hes been furnish.
ing. | don't know where else lac goes,
but he's always away ~ night.
ale will be- at the house You speak at,
| suppose? questions Mary, her voice
trembling in It's eagornrss n her thoughts
dwell on this home which DAVID has been
preparing for her. ] wish You could
tell me where it is
But don't know" the girl answer,
more shortly; land | should think you'd
better stay here till hc comes back.
IL would rather go Ia him. ID you
think any one in the mouse could kindly
tell where he is2'
A young foreigner is cumit Z down
stairs ms Mary speaks. and she looks shy
" and wisttuly at him. 80 the girl asks
the question; Does he happen 10 know
where Sullivan is?
Monsieur Sulli 90 sullivan the
young man questions, laughing little
rs he looks into the face Of the country
bred, yet misunderstanding woman who
stands holding her basket SO closely 10
her side. ayes, / know; WHY
81 am his mother Mary says, her
voice bright with pride.
"Had you not better wait here until he
COmes2'
al would far rather go 70 him, if you
would help me-
You are quite sure: he asks again
with the laughing glance.
Quite sure, sir
"Then will direct you, for AIN going
that way myself. You had better mt any
rate, leave your basket here,
SO she gives it to the young woman,
with IA shy request that 1t may be taken
care Of, then follows her guide out into
the street 1t seems 10 Mary that they
have walked for miles down noisy and
bcwilderlng streets, when they turn and
enter wide and open doorway. With
n sign to his companion 10 follow. the
stranger walks on along "A carpeted ps.-
sage, only pausing moment 10 speak
to man who is stand there, just rs If he
might be waiting for them, Mary fol-
lows her guide on ard On, wondering
how this lighted way could Icai to any
home which David la. chosen for Ter.
Yet all the while her heart Is hutter-
ing joyfully, because the meeting must
now be so near. Once more the
stranger stops to speak to some one stands
NJ M inner door, then ne leads her
through 1t, on amid crowd OF Seated
hgures
"If you sit here" he says with a smile.
pointing down 10 II vacant seat which
they have reached, "you will soon see
your ION. Watch the VIDE entrance
opposite you there, and you will see him
IA lew minutes
Mary thsnks him with simT !e earnest.
less. then takes the seat and await: her
eyes liked with "A smile OF expectation IN
them upon the opening opposite.
What gay, grand place tho Il, with
light. Ike sun. and stars upon the ceiling
50 far up 50 very, very far up! Why
the church At home i not nearly 80 high
a. thi, room. But why is It lighted yet!