Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1882-05-06
MYRTIE'S DEATHLESS LOVE.
And How Reginald Managed TO Catch
on with n Pretty Good Grip.
From thc Chicago Tribune,

"What do YOU think, Myrtle?"
81 hardly know what 10 think, Regi-
nald," replied the girl, her eyes illumin-
ed with the radiant light of love, as she
turned in response to Reginald Simpsons
question and looked at him with the
beautiful, tender, calflike look of first
and only love. ~ only know that,
Whatever my father may say, whatever
he may do, my love for you will never
falter or fail, my trust i'll the nobility OF
your nature will be as steadtast as the
mighty rock of Gibraltar that filings
back in scOrn from its stone-buttressed
base the mighty pillows that are ever
beating against its solid sides in their
mad, impotent fury" When Myrtle
got well under way she was pretty far
talker. She was fair, slender girl with
the lustrOus brown eyes that one sees so
often in Brahma hens and complex
ion that never cost less than one dollar
per box. AS she stood m the parlor OF
her fathers palatial residencet this balmy
June evening, her hand placed trusting
~ in that of Reginald, while her face
almost touched his, as they spoke the
words quoted above, the picture was in
deed pretty one.
In moment George w. Hathaway,
the merchant prince, entered the room.
Reginald at once went up to him. "Mr.
Hathaway" he said, al have come here
tonight to tell you frankly that last
Sunday morning went out to the race
track. You know that Myrtle and |
love each other with deathleSS, Dear
born avenue love that opposition will
only make stronger and that we have
plighted our trOth. do not seek to de-
fcnd my conduct of last Sunday. |
know it is wrong to visit race-track at
all, and especially on Sunday. But it
seemed to me more noble, more manly,
to tell you the exact truth"
$50 YOU were out to the track Sun
day." said the old man, his face assum-
ing sad, panied expression.
"Gss, sir"
"Ah! that was indeed wrong. But
step with me into my library.
The two men stepped into the library,
Mr.. Hathaway closing the door as they
entered. Reginald felt that the worst
would soon come. Seating himself in an
easy chair Mr.. Hathaway looked earnest
ly at Reginald for moment. Then he
spoke up suddenly,
did you see little bay mare with
sort of spike tail and her near front foot
white being exercised out there Sunday
morning"'
"Yes, sir" replied Reginald.
GLOW fast did she gO"'
"She trotted a mile in 2:23l, the last
quater in 50 seconds" was the reply.
A peaceful, happy smilestole over the
old mans face. Reginald, my boy"
he said, in low, earnest tones, "that lit
tie bay mare belongs to me. My posi-
ton as deacon will not allow me to
publicly acknowledge the ownership
of the animal, but you can bet your
sweet life that when she is cut loose at
the July races l will break all the Of
ficers of our church and several people
in the adjoining parish. Do you under
stand, my bOy?"
'Yes, | catch on" said Reginald, 81
knew you owned the mare all the time,
but q Chicagoan is too noble to give
away his prospective father-in-law, !"
and stepping to the sideboard Reginald
courteOusly poured out drink of sour
mash for Mr.. Hathaway before taking
one himself. The old man did not fail
to notice this action. "This boy has the
true Saxon spirit" he murmured TO
himself, land he shall marry Myrtle
when the leaves begin to turn. l shall
need him myself during the troting
season.