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

And Belle Thesler turned hei
proud, smilingeyes upon the inmates
Of the parlor, and then vanished. !
What do you think Of. her, Har
iryS" asked pretty little Mrs. La Rue
OF her handsome brother. ''Does she
not look like princess in that rose
lined velvet robe, with those dia
nonds in her hair2 What exquisite
ieaturesl Whatstylel What do you
think Of her, Harry?p
Y think she is a very beautiful
woman, sis" said Harry Fitch, non.
chalantly.
"How. indifferent you are" said
his sister with a.pout Of impatience
"Belle is.very rich and greatly. ad
lnired, and in every way Just the Ia,
dy whom | should like to see you,
wife; and. Harry, are you blind2 She
loves yon."
"lndeedl" was the proyokiuglsun.
moved observation.
You Z are 'thirty-fve, Harry, went
on the eager little matrop, flushed
and offended at his mocking tones
vt is quite time you we're married.n
y agree with you, Evie,' replied
her brother, fIankly; ''and | assure
you that | shall be a benedict within
the next year.
'And Belle?n
u admire her, certainly, sis. And
only for one thing / mightfahcy' hei
enough to ask her tobe my wife, . he
said.
"And what is that, pray2' 7
The face Of another" he return.
ed, his blonde cheeks heating. u
met this other incidentally and rem.
dered her triAing service, and that
was the beginning of an acquaint.
ance that ended with the day.
"WhoSSas she?p
''I'do not know.n
+ + .@.Was she .pretty?'
"a woman's question! No-shc
was divinely lovely. Her hair was
tinted like darkest amber, and lay
Hike folds of satin overtie finest fore
fneau fevei saw;; anu ner dirk gray
eyes and tender pink mouthexpress.
ed something Of womanly goodness
that / miss in your idolized Belle
And she wore widows weeds.
20, Harry What nonsensel What
was The service you did for her?"
@lt was slight. She was stepping
on the platform of a car, when the
train started and she slipped and
fell. 1 caught her just as the wheels
were upon her, and drew her back
unhurt.
"And so saved her from death or
terrible mutilation. 0, Harryln
81 did what any one would have
done, but the incident was sort Of
bond between us for the time. / sup.
pose ! shall never see her again"
"And ! foresee that you will woo
and wed Belle Thesler;" said Mrs. La
Rue.
Possibly, as 1 have resolved to
marry" said the young man,
There was tap Of dainty heels,
the rustic Of a garnetvclvet robe, and
the musical vibration of a clear high
bred voice interrupted the dialogue
o, Mr.. Fitch, you promised me the
opera tonight, and ! had quite for.
gotten. Pardon me, please. 1t is
not too late yet, is it?"
"By no means. We will go if you
will honor me-"
And so they went together to the
opera that evening.
1t was d new, popular, and much
applauded affair, but to fastidious
Harry Fitch itseemed very tame and
commonplace. The glaring lights
the unnatural poses, the mockine
splendor Of the costumes and the
shrill, labored trills of the extrava
ganza zairritated his susceptiblenerve
and he shrank back in his box quite
content to watch the beautiful Belle
Thesler, whose classic face was anus
ingly expressive Of his own disap
proval.
"She has more mind and soul thar
l thought" he said to himself, as he
drew her glistening, snowy mantle
about her bare, gem adorned shoul
ders, and saw the dissatisfied curl o
her rose-red lips. "She has never