The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1882-11-29

could fight Sammy and dozen old
ladies just then.) eQuickl now or
never" tied the veil over my head
and lowered the window as softly as
possible. There was no time to lose,
for the train was slackening speed
even then. l unlocked the door
She gave me one look that made me
feel braver than ever and inclined to
cry, both at once; and in a second
she was out on the step. The train
stopped. / saw her skirt futter in
the stream of light that fell from our
open carriage door across the down
line of rails, aud that was all-and l
was huddled down under the big
plaid rug with the old woman wide
awake standing over me.
"Drat the boy. Sammyl Call the
porter; he's got out at the wrong
side"
"Call l.un.yre.self," answered Sam
my, all in one word.
She pulled the door toand tramped
back to her seat, taking no more no.
tice of me than if | had been cush-
ion of the carriage. at don't matter
if he has broken his neck, either"
she muttered, perhaps we'd better
make no fuss" The train was off
again. l dared not jump up while
she was in the way, and thought l
must take my chance at the next
station.
"ohl my bones and bodyl" she
groaned, presently. "0h, what
time it has been! Sammy"
No answer.
Sammy" She was up again, and
l think she hauled him up and shook
him, for something fell with crash
like a broken bottle.
"You IDIOT" she screamed. "When
you want all the brains you've got,
and more, tool To play me this trickl
Serve you right if l get out and leave
you at the next station-ughw
1t sounded as if she were banging
his head against the carriage. That
and the fresh air seemed to rouse
him. He got up and put his head
out of the window for short time,
and then replied, slowly and i'm
pressively:
"Now look here, old woman. None
Of your nonsense. When he's want
ed, Samuel Nixon is all there. And
no man alive can say he isn't" he
went on, solemnly, holding carefully
on to one word till he was sure of
the next. GAS TO this business, l
ask yuu-is it mine or is it yours2
Now then?"
"Yours, l should think; as it's
your wife who is giving US all this
trouble. wish I'd left you to fight
it out yourselves
"stop that" said Sammy, who was
talking himself sober and conse
quently savage. an not have it
put upon me. Ididn't want to mar
ry her; that was your doing, and l
don't want to make away with her;
that's your doing, and if it's hang,
ing matter, / am not the one to
swing for it."
Heaven forgive you, Sammy"
said the old woman, evidently horri-
bly, scared. "Don't ye talk that way
to your poor old mother-don't, If
the poor creature was only in her
right mind she'd be the first 10 say
her old nurse was her best friend
the only one she had in the world
when her pa died and left her."
Here she shifted a little. Sammy
gave a sort Of derisive growl.
"And as to her marrying you; it
stood to reason that she must marry
somebody, sometime, left all alone in
the world with her good looks and
her fortune; and why not my hand
some sonH 1t 1uaS luck for you, Sam
my, though you turn against me
now There you were, just come
from foreign parts, without half
penny in your pocket, or notion
where to find one; and there was she
without u relation or friend to inter,
fere with you-as simple as u baby
not creature to stop her doing as
she chose with herself and her mon,
ey. It would have been a sin and q
shame to lose such a chancel OF
course, l wanted to see my handsome