The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1881-01-19
NC. .49
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pattcu' .Nutulel nuA Yer maue some
eScuseSo somebody the butIer;f I be-
lieye71and vert away without aec.
ing his wife agsin. Felicia, as US
'ual, staid on alone Ut Harpingtcn.-
How often had she turned sone, page
in her, ,shcrslirss history, ana begun
againsto live alone2 shesMas, per.
haps, more forlorn now thansae had
ever been People did not know her
story for certain, but they whispered
'it,about, and looked at her pilifaily
She. .keptaways aud could not face
them
ltsisas not till some weeks had
passed -thathIss lllese bfsselst.
her up to London by main force.
"The poor little soul will go out of
her mind if she is left to brood all
by herself in that dismal old place. =
4 hate that Colonel Baxter, Dick
said Mrs. Dick, empha,ically.
81 saw him at the club the other
day, looking uncommonly dismal,"
said Dick Willoughby. Depend up
on it, in nine cases out Of ten it is
the woman's fault when people
quarrel. You can give in with grace,
my dear man can't without max.
ing fool of himself"
"Nonsensel' cried Mrs. Willough.
by, laughing; "you never appear to
greater advantage than at such times,
Dick
But the scene changes to saddler's
Wells once more, when they are all
sitting in a row in their comfortable
box, and watching the changing
scenes. Mrs. Willoughby, who had
taken up the glass, looked slowly
round the theatre, and paused for a
moment, as her husband had done,
upon the positive box, but its occu.
pant was hidden from view by the
curtain. Mrs. Baxter did not look
up or about; she sat listless, absorbed,
listening; while a faint color rose,
and then died away on her pale
cheek.
Meanwhile people grew more and
more interested; the storm Of feeling
upon The stage rises and engrosses
the not unsympathetic audience; sor-
rows knell is dining; gallant Mer-
cutio falls as bravely as he has lived;
Romeo, driven to bay, is forced to re-
venge him; then comes the sentence
and the passionate parting scene be,
tween the "hour's wife" and her ban
ished lover.
Little Margaret began to cry out
right; the tears dribbled down her
blue ribbons. Felicia never moved;
she seemed to turn pale, and more
pale.
1t was al this instant that Mrs.
Willoughby, happening to look round
caught d sight Of the occupant of the
opposite box, who, forgetting his pre-
had leaned forward for a
minute; then he Withdrew almost
Immediately. That black, set face,
that close cropped military head
surely she could not be mistaken;
che glanced at her friend anxiously,
Iicn she touched her husbands hand
to attract his attention.
Dick" she whispered, do you
see2"
"Yes; l saw him come in" said
Dick, in a low voice. Don't look:
you might frightcn him away"
Then the critic, who had to write
his article however much other pco.
pie were distracted, went back TO his
notes again. Little Margaret follow
ed every word with rapt attention;
to her the play was everything, and
everything else nothing. Mrs. Bax-
ter, too, seemed to have found some
relief from the weight of her present
troubles in Juliet's pathetic words;
the color rose into her cheeks, her
eyes frightened.
Brave, Juliet" said Dick, when
Juliet, after her great outcry Of child
like terror, suddenly, nobly, calmly
drains the sleeping draught. Then
camo the last great scene where life
and Geath seem struggling for a
while, and the unseen and the pres.
eht meet, aud human beings fall.
helpless and PROSTATE before the
awful doom of fate,
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