The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1882-11-01

met her vague remarks; and Birdie
never stopped TO. wonder where
Everything was gone" or if Cleve
event out, actually went out every
day, for exercise; pleasure, Or to earn
his living. Only the impression re-
ceived by her was just the one Mrs.
Symington intended to convey.
"poor fellowl Isis he well2"
20, yes, perfectly well, and do
brave ds liOh;, oply--forgive me,
dear--only hopelessly cast down on
your account. am his mother, and
to you, the only girl he ever loved, l
say-he loves you with an effection
that will never abate.
Brides cheeks glowed brighter
and roster, her eyes full of happy
smiles.
"And love him, dear Mrs. Sym
|ington@Idid then. only somehow i
could not say so.H
"You doH-are you sure you dor
Then tell me to tell him, won't you;
or better yet, come home with me,
and tell him yourself. He may be
in or not, won't say; but if he is"
Birdie blushed violently, then lift.
ed her frank eyes. ~ will ask him
if he thinks am worthy. Come,
dear Mrs. Syniington."
In the cherries room she sat down,
with happy, grateful tears in her
eyes, while Mrs. symington brought
pencil and paper, with curious
twitch of her mouth that meant
smiles or tears-either or both.
"He must have staid over noon,
dear; but you just write what you
pleaserand leave it. He will be so
happy when he gets it. He'll come
to you at once, | know. Don't forget
your address"
So Birdie poured out her whole
heart, completely conquered now,
and sealed the letter to Cleve Sym.
ington. Then she kissed the mother.
81 am so thankful we met SO
strangely, and | am so glad you live
in this poor, plain little place; and
when my bills are all paid for tie
music | teach, at the end of the quar-
ter, why-why if Cleve wants me SO
soon, we'll get bfeasanter rooms, and
we'll be SO happy"
"My darling, you don't regret Mar!
rying q poor man, and having to live
in suite of rooms2 Look up, Birdie,
and tell me, little wife,"
She looked up merrily in her eyes,
the wife of six hours, as the two sat
in the sunny little room after they
had been married, and where Birdie
had lived since the shares had failed
her.
"sorry? 0, Cleve, when l think
how thankful | Srnl; and how nobIy
you have endured your sudden loss
of fortune, and how happy we will
be-why, where is mother2"
Cleve laughed as he drew her head
to his shoulder and smothed her
hair.
81 am inclined to be jealous of
mother, who, l think, has gone to
the-gone back home to prepare a
homely little dinner for u.s."
"Let us go now, dear. Don't ecold
because l ordered carriage, will
you? Mrs. Estler paid me in full
this morning"
Cleve bit his lip to hide his laugh;
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to tie single horse vehicle in wait
ing. The man knew his route, and
dashed off rapidly, stopping only
when he reached the curb in front Of
q large house. Cleve looked at Bir-
die ID 9st6Aishment. She laughed
neryously, then began to cry.
"YOu are not angry, dear? | did
not know until u month ago that it
was all right, Cleve; for your sake
and mothers I AM 50 happy"
He kissed her almost solomnly us
they sat in the little carriage.
"My own true, unselfsR Httts fat.
They entered, found d delicious
little dinner in readiness, and no one
TO mar the sweetness of the surprise.
Late in the evening, towards ten
o'clock, Birdie rung for wraps.
Mother will be waiting for US
Come, Cleve, let us go after her and
bring her here home"
So they drove of, through so many
streets that Birdie wondered where
in the world they were going TO.