Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1882-06-26
WHO MADE THE MATCH
BY Z. l.. PUTNAM.
F,om the rptter,s Mnqazine.

ious and alarming them such nOtorie-
ty; for the brother was singularly modest
by nature as well as by grace.
In the dark, humid jungles of South
ern Africa, the finger of disease had
been laid heavily upon him, forcing
him back, much against his inclination,
to the health-giving hills of new Eng
land. He took small credit to himself
for carrying his sacred mission to the
heather, though he had borne his
life in his hand the while; for, having
little taste for society, he freed himself
from its perplexities and complications
with delight, to lead the untrammeled
life of the wilderness.
What a narrow, tame existence SEEM
ed now before him. Those to whom be
complained of dizziness suggested that
he should take parish, marry, and
settle down. But to all such advice
Miles Hartwell had but one answer.
sit was farce" he said, "this minister
ing to the people who felt themselves
perfect already" He had no heart
for it; the dark-hued proselytes of
other lands who had hung upon his
words as if they were life itself, had IN
fitted him for any such pastorate.. He
did not understand the needs OF such q
genteel and gOdlike community; and as
for matrimODy, he had lived single so
long, that any woman Of q suitable age
for him would be old enough to know
better than to marry him; and so the
matter was dismissed from his mind.
But the lonlineSs of his small room
pressed sorely upon him; he was al
WAYS happier in the open air, out
where the broad, easy stretches Of land
seape gave him a sense OF freedom ana
helped him to attune his heart in &C
cord with its cheerfulness.
And vet the house he had selected
for his home seemed fitting receptacle
for so modest a soul. 1t stood trltie
out of line with row q of trim dwellings
on either side, as if originally 1T hal
been parallel with them, but had
shrunk back, glad to screen itself behind
the big larches that grew tall and grand
near the gate. And as for hustle and
Vayety, a whole savage tribe might feel
itself quite OutdOne by the merriment
which sometimes emanted from the
little front-yard; for part ofthe house
was occupied by small private school,
dominated over by Miss Alden, the
pretty schOol-mistress.
Ii was a warm summer afternoon
that Miles, after passing several hours VI
listless apathy, prepared for his daily
stroll. As he stepped out into the hall
the scholars, accompanied by Miss Al
den, were trOOping by.
Miss Alden, Miss Alden, that's the
missionary whispered a small urchin so
loud that it brought the conscious color
l.. NT;I,fo hr,nzaI face
Miss Alden, thus addressed, gave the
missionary quick glance from under
her hat; then, dropping her eyes, she,
too, hung out the same bright signal Oh
distress. :,
'sDear, dear, what pair they would
makew remarked an observing youth
from the stairs TO demure little opJec!
with brown curls. "What fun 'twould
be 10 make the missionary, old Ilmouc-
too, propose to Miss Alden"
1T couldn't be done" returned his
companion, shaking her brown curls 10
the breeze.
"Did say could do it? Course 1
/ didn't" remarked the resentful youth,
bending lower to catch another
glimpse of Miles. zee.
He had passed the larebes now, and
was making for the old mill seen in per-
spectiye from where the youth stood, at
tie end of the long turnpike just touch
ing the great forests that edged the
horizon to- the south like green fringe.
The little stream that had formerly
been secured in well-built troughs now
Dursued its sinuouS course throngn TINS
sylvan solitude. Miles followed 1t III
stinctively, plunging in among the I'M
dergrowth, and filling the air with the
punQent flavor of sweat fern and young
pines, as he crushed them beneath his
feet, It SET med a fitting outlet TO ms
love of action, this If wandering about
alone. and il was late, indeed, before he
perceived, through the widening spaces
Of the leafy roof above, that the dark
ness about him was not altogether the
gloom of the forest. Not only was the
sun fast sinking, but dark, angry CLOUDS
were sailing low in the SKY, almost
touching the tops of the tall pine trees
and seowIing ominously at each other,
as if determined to have 1t out togetser
ere they were done; while the sudden
Illumination of the darkest thlcSets
warned him to return homeward.
The tempest was ragingwidely by the
time he had gained the old mill, aud ne
was glad to avail himself Of the shelter
which its Wondering walls afforded.
The room which seemed to offer the
surest protection was small one pro,
iFctipg from the main building anu
bracketed by stout posts, which, at one
time. had helped to form the walls OF
the story below. A horse and buggy
were now drawn up under this ,pro)ec-
tion, and through the jagged anu oroh-
on timbers of the floor Miles could as
tipctly hear the voices of two young men,
who, like himself, were probably await
ing the abatement of the storm. Ihey
were fast young fellows, and their talh
Vas of the most trivial nature. Mhes
was glad that darkness made IL uhne-
cessary to open conversation Wlt.'
them, He took no heed Of them what
ever until the vehemency OF one OF Ine
sneakers made it impossible not 10 over
hear him.
al saw, Joe" he cried petulantly, "le'
us be moving"
his friend, with lazy yawn. ny
| not enjoy YOUR weed here as elsewhere,
have it. BY Joye! if you aren'
bspkering to get around to the LITTLE
sehool-ma'amW
1.-The little school-ma'am be hanged?
returned his companioni eVldenti,
driven to the verge of profanity by tn.
| djstastefulness of the suggestion. =
hearty laugh was here mingled with tn'
sound of dripping rain
idTbat's not exactly the speech on
would expect from an engaged man
Fred" was the ocular remarked ina
followed. u,, 20
-am! Why,a fellow CAN'T LOOK al
| girf i'm these days but the whole neigh
| borhood settles it at once for hfn."
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