Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1882-09-10

shoe, was an old boat, turned bottom up
Naru; some few feet off the figure OF q
young man apparently walking hurriedly
away Although the face was not visible,
the gszer felt that the man suffered; that
the glorious sunset OF this day was Is
nausht to him. Perhaps it was in the tight
~ etasped hand, the veins of which stood
out Ike great cords; or, maybe the mans
apparent disregard Of his surroundings.
10 the right Of the picture the figure Of Q
young girl, trailing parssol in the sand,
as she appeared to move slowly in the OPP
poslte direction from her companion.
Only little bit of a deliCately shaped ear
and mass OF glossy braids showed from
beneath the shade hat, but one could
readily believe that the pretty girlish
figure belonged to an equally attractive
face.
About half way between them, traced
upon the sands, were the words, Fame
versus Love"
us it not lovely, Edwin and Mrs. Ben
nett laid her hand upon her husbands arm
as she added:
Yet how sad it somehow seems. can't
help feeling sorry for them. | wish could
see their faces. l feel as il wanted to turn
them round"
C!asping the little hand that rested so
conhdlngly upon his arm, Edwin Bennett
fair young wife, as he said
Come, dear, they are commencing TO
close up. Baby's tired, too"
"Ess, mes tired. Baby wants 10 tiss
mamma lisped the child, holding out her
tiny arms.
Husband and wife failed to notice lady
who stood near gazing at a painting. As
the pretty young mother stopped down to
receive her baby's kisses, which the little
1,,-,1h,l ,ho Aa
q deep, yearning look gathered in the
strange lady's eyes as she turned hastily
away.
"Ob, Edwin" exclaimed his wife as they
passed the silent figure in black. Wouldn't
II be nice if baby should grow up to be a
great artist like Miss Armstrong.
God forbid, Annie" came the earnest
reply, followed by, 'let her grow to be a
true, loving woman, that isall ask The
lsdy's hand frightened its hold upon the
back of q Settee as the words reached her
ears, but she did not move until they were
out. Then lifting her veil she went and
stood before the painting that had won
such fame. Tears gathered in her eyes as
she gazed, and with the words, II will never
look az il again she, too, passed out OF the
building, and in her own handsome car
riage was driven home
Scorn shone in her dark eyes as they fell
upon the costly works OF art scattered IN
lavish profusiOn about her luXuriously fur
nished apartments. Hastily throwing
aside her wraps she crossed over TO mir
ror. 4 very handsome face il reflected,
not looking the thirty years it had known.
Helen ArmStrong-fOr it was she-had
heard CT Edwin BENEFITS marriage; heard
that he had succeeded in business beyond
his most Sanguine expectations; heard that
his wife was one of the loveliest and gen.
tlest of women, and that Edwin Bennett
idolized both wife and child. This day she
had seen them.
Then came the thought that she might
have stood in that wife's place: she, too
might have had those baby lips pressed as
lovingly tn hers; but then she put ii from
her. She had chosen Fame versus Love
If she could only get back that day on the
sands, how differently she would now act.
Turning away from the mirror, she ex'
claimed bitterly:
Too late, Helen Armstrong AS you
have sown, so must you -eap."-Flore"c,
ReVcrS PeHdOr.