The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1881-05-04

Mrs. Bale, they had been constant
EcoIsssH Hvndents for many years, and
cal shemselves great friends; But
Ms. DFle considered her letters far
Be goqats sniaS lapeI ARd Us.
ESonders was afayorite Of hers, She Of.
ten brought them to read to her.
never seeming to think or care thai
shewas betraying her dearest friends
confidence, or laying open her most
secret motives to the eye Of one who,
to say she least, would not regard
them fayorably.
It wasin search of this very pack
age of letters that Mrs. Somers had
gone, and having easily obtained
them, she turned her steps towards
Mr.. Clinton's office, not without a
little trepidation and sinking Of the
heart, for the part she had taken on
herself was Almost unpleasant one
To draw fromunder man the Pc
destal on which he had been placed,
and to make him feel that the hand
which had elevated him had acted a
traitors part, and while pretending
to desire his esteem, had been only
seeking her own comfort, might pro-
duce effects more disagreeable than
she was prepared to encounter.
Besides, she had some qualms Of
conscience, which she stiAed as they
rose, about the propriety of betray-
ing the private correspondence Of any
one. In the midst of these cogita-
tions she found herself at the door Of
Mr.. Clinton's Office, and the next
minute was sitting by him, as she
had often been in her girlish days,
when she had brought him letters
from her lover, that he might sym
pathize in her happiness.
Now her errand was so different a
one that she might have, feared to
speak it if his air of perfect assur-
ance and confidence had not proyok.
ed smile and a slight feeling Of
vexation at his infatcation.
He could not reprcss, however, a
slight emotion Of anxiety as he seat-
ed himself to read the passages she
pointed out; and gradually his face
heightened, the corners of his mouth
drawn down, and at last he took the
letters from her hand, and, turning
his face so as to conceal it, read every
one through, while she sat a little
curious, a little impatient, and not a
little frightened, trying to discover
the effect of the communications.
There, in Mrs. Dayton's ell.known
hand, was a complete history of his
courtship, from the time that she
had smiled sweet apology TO him
for brushing by him hastily, to the
day that he had brought her a bou-
quet of most rare and beautiful flow
ers, and told her that hours would
seem like days till he saw her again.
There it all was, with her annota-
tions and comments. Sometimes he
was called her Adonis, at others her
Holofernes, and many other soubri.
quets seemed to slip from her pen
without a moments thought. She
spoke Of the gay home she intended
to have, and said she should soon be
able TO persuade the "Thunder-cloud''
that the Office would be the pleasant.
est place for him, and his sisters
house the best house for his children,
about whom, Of course, she could not
be expected TO concern herself.
And then she expatiatcd on the
delights of a large income, and a
home to which she could retreat af.
ter being weary of the confusion of 8
watering place or the hustle of the
city.
Without q word the letters were
returned to Mrs. Somers, who raised
her eyes inquiringly to the giver.-
The epithet "Thunder.cloud" might
well be applied to him at that mo-
ment, and Mrs. somers feared lest
the storm should burst on her head;
but after few moments he thanked
her, rather coldly, for undeceiving