The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1879-01-15

earnestness, 81 do not care for soul
less songs. like best those sweet
simple, stirring strains that arouse
my feelings, and maxi me long fdr Z
life ofqpiet and affectIUna cottage
ofloye. and roses ever sweet and fresh
beside unrutiied waieFs
"But could you givehPyour life o.
excitement,and splepd9ftorlov and
cottage?' asked Harry
4 could, and gladly she replied
and her pleased companion never
guessed that this charming mood was
assumed because she had listened ID
his conversation Withlls sisEer, and
hearing, had vowed TO impress him
that she was not lackiag in woman.
ly goodness and sentimehs.
Harry Fitch felt his heartg pound.
ing with dangerous swi Eness in hi,
bosom as Belle Thss Hers warm
dusky fingers tvined q shishandl
as she descended from As carriage
and only'the haunting bccollection
ola pure, perfect face, lIEightenad by
eyes Of gray and ffam ii amber
tinted hairpreyented response. d
serious import. !,
81 have won him. 5ught Belle
Theshler in her chanbs fla night;
slsball have q rich l|sbaba and
plenty Of money and easufe. He
.thinks.mes'all 8Sma1l goodness,
which virtue is.atsa dia Rplit nova
days: ThanEstoshis ri lhs win
heseftpnblicly discard when he
learns'thatI am only. gtI lieireEs Ol
my fine wardrobe and lste jewels
and asquantity Of debts aptshel will
pay, of course
Belle Theshler enjoyed Elysium
forseveralweeks and still admirer
did;not make the momet sptopos-
al. The grave and thdl ktfal man
proved a most capriciod ttnt;.liz.
ing lover.
/ He was standing I'D fteFndan
amid a crowd that shros The On.
trance Of fashionable Is Aaaked
by the. finest tepp0ridms dtshioa.
AT a little distance fa irl.cbild,
piltiful in tatters and pyS sal
sobbing on the curBstont
A carriage, rolRd ul SRb
man sprangsffop Ais.bo3 fanl
open the door, fron, MA Iady
.inG aal and ~; siSt
plumes descended.
The lady was the beautiful Belle
Thesler.
The miserable child was directly
in her path.
Withatouch other polished French
foot she thrust the tiny vagranI
aside, while an unlovely frown dis
figured her face.
"l hate beggars," she muttered.
The words were spoken in low
tones, but Harry Fitch heard them
even US he had seen the rude act.
"Belle Theshler is rot the 'one wo
man for me-" he thought.
He came out of the crowd and
helped the forlorn child to her feet.
."Why are you here, little one" he
asked.
ga big, ugly woman stolcd me from
mamma when mamma was buying a
doll one night and me was waiting
for my mamma on our nice stoop.-
The great big naughty woman took
me into funny, awful place great
ways off, and today she beat me and
put me out and told me to get pen.
nies from the folks going by and
bring 'em to her. But Inc didn',
know how. Me don't want to be
whipped any more. Me want you
to take me 10 mammal /.
"Whcrcis your mammal" inquir
ed Harry Fitch, sadly perplexed.
"Does you know where the big
fountain is with the red glasses al
shining on one side Of fhe street,
My mamma lives there in a great
nice house."
"What is her namc?"
"Me don't know. Me is Gippy.-
Gippy More. Can't you understand
demanded the small vagrant, stamp
ing a little, impatient foot.
81 will find your nlamma," sale
Harry, and regardless of the sneer o
his supcrcilious acquaintances VIII,
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