The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1879-11-26

I5Aions thr0uGh helr Sp tcle glasses
Mr., l0ar Waller. We've got
BE f0 spare without lhA trouble
|oI Yen llfind,the gern about
ses1uari bfa Of a gnileoslpw. You
aagl. IA come right ps8 its door,
$50 q b, = said. MIR. Her, who
iioiss' the insinpatif emichiy-
IiIl5Q Ii ner that inad9 very lady
whom IL. dfessed feel Heiffor the
imeb Iig theonl yfenilI 10 creature
y thenniYefse; but nb amount oI
En1 leY would hire ufe make my
kEl5pJpe IL q place like q Here i,
y Ikea glimpse Of pal 'lise," look;
ng around admifingly lhe shady
|laWns, The clematis-boI cred porch,
and the rose. hedges all snkled on.
Ter With pink buds. ne, mad,
am, you VIII Teeonyidel ,yul tiecis
ion, and take me for a few days, and
/ will promise to be no more trouble
around the house than a kitten"
Mrs. Fraquahar was but human,
and the upshot of affairs was that
Mr.. Walters trunk arrived the next
day.
"Oh, MOTHER" said Patty Farqua.
har, knitting her pretty eyebrows,
"why did you let him III? And we
so peaceful and comfortable here!"
"Child, why shouldn't II" said the
widow. He's to pay ten dollars a
week board, and l have no use for
the little three cornered room over
the parlor."
II don't know" said Patty, slowly,
"but it seems to me feel exactly as
Eve must have felt when she saw the
serpent writhing his way into Para
disc"
"Nonsensel" said widow Fraqua.
har, almost angrily.
But Patty only laughed, and ran
away under the shadow of the pink
buds to meet her aliianced lover,
Morris Newton.
Little one," said Morris, impris.
oning both her soft, white hands in
his, "I've got. bad news for you"
bad news, Morris?'
give got to go to Omaha next week
to see about those silver mines that
one of my clients hadan interest in"
"Oh, DEAR" pursing up her straw
berry Of a mouth.
~ shall be gone six months"
"Worse and worse" said Patty,
"But if you say so, Patty" draw.
ing her to his side, eve can be mar
rid first and make wedding trip
of it,"
"The IDEAL flashed back Patty,
drawing herself out of his embrace.
"And without a single dress madel'
I'VE can buy the dresses after.
ward.n ST. 80.
"That's all a man knows about IT,
YOU'RE sure it's impossible?" with
a disappointed air..
"Oh, quite" asserted the little
brunette.
"Then," said Mr.. Newton, with a
sigh, "you must write very often,
and be getting your fol-de-rols ready
to be married as soon as | come
home"
eyes," said Patty, gravely; chats
more reasonable"
And she went into the house ut.
terly ignorant that, at the same time,
Mr.. Stuart Waller was laying a wa.
ger with u boon companion at the
Easterworth Arms, that "he would
cut out that conceited lawyer in less
than four weeks"
For Mr.. Waller was piqued by
Pattys cool indifference, and unfor,
tunately, his were the "idle-hands, y
for which Satan is said to find plen,
ty Of mischief to do.
"She's pretty, after u afashion," said
he to himself, sand | mean to make
her dead in love with me before Pm
through"
Mr.. Stuart Waller was a man ol
the world. Patty Farquahar was as
young in experience as in years.
They were an ill-mated pair, and il
was hardly three weeks before The
tongue of gossip began to busy itselI
with the widows dark-eyed daugh
ter.
Mrs. Farquahar came into Patty's
room one afternoon, and found hel
crying as if her heart would break
and with an open letter in her lap.
"Heart alive, child! what is the
matter?" cried the old lady.
Nothing, nothing, nothingl" criet
Patty, hurriedly wiping her eyes,
"Only ! have got letter from Nor
ris, and it makes me feel so glad ant
so sorry"
"Folks didn't cry over love letters
when | was girl" said Mrs. Far
quahar.
But the letter was more to Patty
than Mrs. Farquahar suspected
Every trusting word, every caressinl
adjective was an envenomed arrow
in her heart.
Patty knew that almost uncon
sciously she had been led into wha
seemed to her an innocent Irritation
with Stuart Waller. She had walked
| with hin, in tbo twiliuht md sh,