Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1882-03-18

| appropriate In designating MIN IOr Tue
post said the Secretary, laughing, for
he knew how to I'LL disagreeable pauses
with light words. "Well, well, he said,
az shall regret it very much II cannot
be of service to you. Depend upon II 1
shall try. / am sorry to have SO hr
committed myself. Perhaps something
can be done, although 1 am doubtful.
Are you in the city long? Where are
you staying? Can you dine with me To-
night? My wife and daughters will De
pleased. A few pleasapts people:
Sharp seven. Good mnfning." And
before Raphael recovered himself the
plausible Secretary had bowed him out
and admitted the next, and he was
standing with a dazed air among the
ruins of his hopes, the face Of the Italian
brigand, whom he now remembered to
have seen, dominating the ruins like
that of an evil genius.
But he was not of the sort easily cast
down. After couple of hours he was
on his feet again, full of pluck aud
purpose, investigating the art OF the
Capitol, and few minutes before seven
he was at theSecretary's door, admitted
by the stately black porters, making his
best bow to Mrs. Secretary, and if not
| conscious that Miss Secretary was re-
| garding him with an suspicious eye,
| quite conscious that she looked like one
| of the sweetest and best-natured young
women in the world, and Oneto whom,
| before the dinner was announced to
which he led her out, he felt like con-
fiding both his joys and sorrow,
What troubled him was that before
he had been five minutes in the draw
| ing-room he had seen the Italian
brigand talking with famous General
and looking as though he We're taking
his points so as to be ready for the next
ambush, and that now he was placed on
the other side of the table but few
seats distants.
The dinner went OH quiet as usual,
when suddenly there was lull in the
conversation, which had been turned
by the Secretary to the subject of modern
literature, and Mr.. Tiernay's voice was
head quite distinctly saying to the
Secretary as he bent slightly forward,
r"Oh, assure you, my dear sir, there
is no one better qualified than / to
speak of The Song of the Morning
Star since | wrote it, as / may say"
And then as Raphael tossed back his
hair like one preparing to offer battle,
he added: "That istO say, Miss Wildrose
and / wrote it together, and rewrote it.
/ think there Ii not a Single stanza i'll
which our joint work is mt TO be found. The
idea of the opening chorus is her own,
and the work mine. | myself suggested
the refrain of the Wandering Stars, and
she wOrded that up"-
"And the Clouds Of COmetsm asked
the Secretary.
''Oh, that is mine, too; and SO was
the Earth's recitative in the Region of
MeteOrs, all mine. But her delicate
touches gave it a grace not within the
power of a masculine pen. Miss Wild
roses grace"
III beg pardon. Are you speaking of
Miss WildrOse"" said the Secretary'S
daughter, as Raphael sat aghast and
utterly incapable of using her name III
this scene.
fMiss Wildrose"" said Mr.. Tiernay,
"Oh certainly"
"And do you really know her."
"IIike a sister," SAID the Brigand.
Better than a sister, might add, since
we have worked for our name and our
fame together"
GLOW should like to see her! DO
you suppose she will ever come to WASH
ington?'
"Ah, it is unlikely. The poet is too
sensitive for contact with practical
things, you know"
'Then YOU must tell me of her. Is
she pretty? Is she pleasing?"
"Pleasing, yes. II can hardly speak
of her so openly, you must believe me.
She is perhaps ones idea of Sappho-
"Ies. Large"
"Superb moulding"
"Blue eyes"
"Then hope her hair is black"
GAS black as night"
EVERY one has such different idea
ofSapphO," said Miss Secretary. Now
to me SapphO looks Story's Cleopatra,
And by the way, papa, do you know
| that Mr.. GOulVs Ghost of Hamlet's
Father is to be seen in Boston? could
| take the Journey there so see it! He is
the Shelly of sculptOrs." And then the
Secretary took up the tale, and his
| daughter bent her head over her little
satin menu and whispered to Raphael,
81 thought you said you were engaged
to marry Miss WildrOse%
$50 l did"
"Why then didn't you announce your
self nowm
"Drag her name before a dinner
table"'
~ believe in youw she said earnestly.
"Have you her picture? Pray let me
see it?"
She looked at it and passed it to her
next neighbOr. al looks more like a
New England maiden than like
queens daughter" she said as she did
SO.
ooh, is this the new princessm cried
| the lady into whose hands il came
directly afterwards, and it presently
reached the Secretary. II was
miniature that Raphael himself had
| painted.
"Eyes dark as pansies in the front Of
| March," said the Secretary. "Those
| close braids of fair hair contrast well.
| Quite petite young woman. You spoke
of seeing the princess when you were
last abroad, Mr.. Tiernay. This is quite
unlike the picture in the illustrated
newspapers. Tell me if it is a good
likeness" And the little picture passed
from hand to hand, under glanceby
glance, to Mr.. Tiernay.
81 really am unable to answer" said
the Brigand. "They are such swarm.
| Ills UllSl W q lie" Oucf lOl uOh Y
recollect seeing her. No, the face is
quite unfamiliar. l have never seen it,"
as it a good likeness, Mr.. Stuart"
asked the Secretary's daughter, in
voice like q bell, regardless as to whether
she violated any sanctities ofhospitality
or not.
at is called So" said Raphael.
| as it the picture of Miss Wildrose"'
cried the young lady in the same clear
treble as her mother, to avoid the fiasco
she saw coming, rose from the table.
And if there is any happiness in sea-
sickness Mr.. and Mrs. Raphael Stuart,
on their way to Venice fortnight from
that time, weremOst supremacy happy
| O1r Continent,
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