The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1881-03-30
haps her tears prevented her-then.
she raised her arms and threw them
round her fathers neck.

~ ~ ileI te'tIs prevented ner-ther
she raised herpr and threw them
round her fathers neck.
aoh-7so much father-sb Very
Serymuch-very mucht Isitwrongi
Oh, no, Iii sure You will not say so."
s'My dear" said Mr.. Warden, t'it
is not wrong. for it must have come
70 this at last; and l would rather ii
should be Henry Wood than any
cher man i know, But, my child,
be must know that you are penniless
Have. you told him this7n
.0h father, he knows-evety one
does, that we are poor, and that
have nothing. But he says
5pnel'si features frightened through
bur tears-sthat he does not care for
6iy money-that he'is glad { | have
bot any and-and, he's coming to
zee YOU Tomorrow, father.9
MrsWarden smiled gravely and
'patted Janet's white hand as she
placed it caressingly on his shoulder.
Then he said, slowly:
Coming to see nae, is he2 Well,
dear, Imust talk about it to him.
Now you must go to bed-it must be
late, and / want to think. Good.
night, my goodnight"
Janet pressed her lips to her faith.
er's wrinkled forehead with more
tenderness than usual, She, who
was accustomed to his quiet, studious
manner, knew that he had been
shaken by what she had told him,
and that he wished to be alone, SC
she crept away to her chamber, fit.
ting through the dark passages and
echoing galleries like some fair spirit,
and fell to sleep on her pillows, the
image Of life, youth and hope, in the
midst of decaying age and forgotten
grandeur.
i & 8 *
1t was the week before Janet's mar.
riage, and in the old picture.gallery,
standing where the sunlight fell up
on them, were Janet and her betroth.
ed. Hither her father often came at
night, candle in hand, to gaze on
those who had gone before him,
drawing aside the veil that covered
the face of his illstdrred brother
George.
The portraits on the walls looked
down upon them as if scandalized at
what they saw, for Henry was stand
I.W. - .
ing yithhis arm roundJanet's waist,
and the girlslad raised her faif face
TO the handsome one above her.
One old painting in particular Of
Sir George Warden, Janet's great
grandfather, seemed to frown darkly
at the audacious couple who dare to
intrude upon the privacy of himself
and his companions thus-while on
the other side Of the gallery a fair
young girl, in laced bodice and powd-
cred hair, seemed by the sweet smile
upon her painful face to sympathize
with the lovers.
"My dearest Janet" said Mr.. Wood,
81 really cannot permit you to talk
like this. Long before l knew you
or had seen your face 1 had heard of
Whitebrook Manor and its master
and mistress. My mother has often
told me Of the friendship that had
existed between my grandfather and
your mother, and / have seen her
lament over the change brought
about the Warden family. But,
Janet, | saw you-and then-then
you know what happened. l vow,
Janet, if you were worth thirty thou
sand dollars year, your face would
seem no fairer, your heart no purer,
in my sight. Will you not, can you
not, believe me when Irepeat l love
you for yourself, and that yonr
weight in gold would not enhance
your value in my opininon, what
ever it may in other people's?"
"It is so good, so kind of you to
say so, Henryl" said Janet, tearfully.
"And I belive what you say, indeed
lido; but-but my father is SO griov-
ed when he thinks he has to give
you a portionless wife that it makes
me grieve, too."
"Then grieve no more, my darling:
for if you do, 1 will-what shall l
threaten you with? Ah, I know.
I'll run away with you, and then