The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1877-11-29

sderpaid music teacher instead d the
adopted daughter Of the Winters
and Most likely oo-heir with their
Son I.
Alittles gasp Of pain came from
her lipsrhar lips that had suddenly
grownswhite.
e0h Wilson wilson, can it be
He smiled.
'.SReet;phe said, 81 love you for
tylnrself alone. You belieyeSthis,
EEhnisg, dariingY' 4
Shewa 50 true and loyal herself,
flKts could not Withstand bisten-
calessing Words and whcn9lie
drew her TO In E : I issed het lips,
tshe was content, even happy again,
believing he meant nothing by his
careless words. b .0,
AS he drew her to him now, and
called her his darling, his own, her
heart beat wildly with mingled joy
and ,pain-joy at the knowledge Of
Ibis love, and pain at the parting be-
fore them.
The red rose she had first offered to
Guy Winters was still in her hand.
"Iwill take this for a love,token,"
Wilson said, taking it from her,
sand if ever the time comes when !
love you less, / will send it to you,
and you will understand"
He spoke jestingly, but her face
grew grave. an'sa.
"Wilson," she said, "it might be
that in the future you wouldloyo me
less, and long for your freedom; if
that time ever comes, promise me
you will send me this red rose; write
mo no word nor line, simply sendme
this flower"
81 PROMISE he said; "but as my
love will never grow less, you have
seen this red rose for the last time"
He drew her to him, and kissed
her.
"Good,by, my darling" he said,
and then he left her standing in the
failing shadows Of twilight,
X * X *
"NNhat will you wear tonight,
Miss Leigh29
The graceful woman standing at
1.-THE window turned slowly. around,
and answered, ina tone of intense
\ s,sast,1 ess, ~.
d1will wear black silk and lace,
Meta, with red roses in my breast
and hair"
"But your white silk and pearls?"
81 prefer black this evening, Me-
ta," the lady answered, gently, then
turned around to the window again.
After some time she went over to
an inlaid desk, and drew out q letter,
written in clear, bold hand, and
signed "Wilson Audrey"
1t was a passionate declaration of
love to the beautiful woman holding
it i'll her hand.
She read it slowly over, then from
beside it she lifted an envelope, di-
rcctod In the same dashing hand, to
"Miss Eunice Dalton"
Opening the envelope, she looked
at what she had looked at hundred
times before, faded red, June rose,
withcrcd and scentless; and now you
know that Miss Leigh, whose won
derous voice had made her famous,
whose rare beauty and grace had
turned mems heads wherever she
went was Eunico Dalton, who had
hidden her lovers farewell at the rus
tic gate, eight years before.
The change in her life had come so
suddenly; an eccentric old lady had
heard her sing, and charmed by the
depth and power as well as thesweet
ness of her voice, had taken her un-
der the hest masters, and two years
after had the satisfaction of knowing
THAT her fair young protoge was fated
to be one Of the greatest singers in
the world. a4.i
But before all this had come the
falsity of her lover and the anguish
that nearly killed her, and then the
news that the old folks at the farm
were dead, and that Guy had sold out
and gone abroad; then her new life
began, and the people were thrilled
by her beautiful voice, and men in
G,IunLad with hor haoutifnl Eoce md