The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1878-10-16

conducting an intricatecrimi case,
and found a note on my tab telling
me Myra could no louge endure
the life of constant quar- ing and
reproach. She had taken ar child,
and would never return 70 me-
"Did she not go 70 her I'd iives?9
"she had but few. II father
died while we were abroad, nd haF-
ing been considered a rich an, was
found toihave left less than bis fun
eral expenses. She had an nntand
some cousins, ITO all of NhoI | went,
but who denied AZ kno3leS eof her.
After searching with the gerness
of penitence deep and sin le, and
love most profound, l iadi adyer-
tiscd, and even employed h late po-
lice Investigation, II II all in
vain. 4 never found wife chiEd-a
"Yet you think they live
II cannot tell. Iremains herefor
Ave years, and then, as know,
went to see my only sist dying
with consumption
sand to become my secoa lather..
"Yes, my boy. 1 found bu, my
little namesakc, u sobbin boy of
twelve, heart-broken over y Fmoth-
Eer:s Illness and death. NF know
tie rest of my1ife's histoi j re-
tired from the pursuit ofm5 profess
ion' -trayeled with you, d q you
my one interest in life! filed
my empty house and shea for /
loved my baby daughter VII child
hood is,a closed, sealed booH me"
"Butnow, uncle Georgef moth
ing be'done now2" !,
"Ye have both been in ondon
three years, and every moi there
has been an adYertisemc only
Myra would understand in lead
ing papers. Ihave never IA one
line Of answer. No, my IL is
hopeless nowl If in the fu q, you
ever know Of my wife Or bid, j
trust her to your care art gener.
osity."
1t seemed as if, in the exc lement
of his recital, Mr.. Hilton b forgot.
ten the conversation that Lad iinme.
diately suggested it.
He rose from his seat. and opening
cabinet in the room, brough back
small box. 1t contains a acelst
Of hair with an insxpensi clasp
I'und' n locket.
"When we were in Paris, he said,
''I had this bracelet made Of Myra's
hair and mine woye together; she
has the companion one. This tiny
coil of gold in the clasp was cut from
the baby's head, our little darling,
then but three months old. 1t must
have been some lingering love that
made Myra still keep the bracelet
like this which she wore constantly
What is the matter, HiltonH You
are as white as DEATH
Nothing"
"Is your wife's picture in the
locket~
"Yes, You see how beautiful she
was"
az see more than that,n said Hill.
ton; "and yet l dare not tell you
what hope. Will you give one lit
tie hour, to sec if
"If what?"
"only one hour-I will be back
then!"
"stop" Mr.. Hilton cried, shaking
with excitement.
But his nephew was gone. Ho-
ping, fearing, not knowing what to
hope or fear, Mr.. Hilton watched the
clock, till the hour should be over.
Ho walked up and down, he tried
to read, he lived over again that
past, whose remorseful memories had
been so vividly recalled,
With Myra's picture before him,
he thought again of that wild, fierce
love that had been his happiness and
his blight,
"Why was 1 not calm, reasonable
as became my years and positionY"
he asked himself, bitterly; "why did
l give a boys love to u woman who
had lived in society and respected
all its requirementsR l lived an
ideal life-Myra the actual one
around us. Where is HiltonH What
oon bo knowo What hos he liscov.