The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1882-05-10

success Of her beautiful niece, smiled
at Clay Clayton's numerous devices
to ensnare Marion's society.
He was the great parti Of the place
She had heard something Of some ear.
ly disappointment in Marion's life
1t would be splendid triumph thus
to obliterate it, and already she felt
quite sure that the fiat lay in the
girls own hands.
The morning appointed for the ex.
petition dawned beautiful and bright
They seemed indeed like drones, in.
truding upon busy hive Of workers
as they entered the great building
and looked about them. Department
after department they visited, watch.
ing with interest the delicate, subtle
machinery and its wonderful work.
ing.
Marion's cheek flushed with inter
est, and Clay Clayton. noting ii
thought he never had seen her look
so beautiful.
To-day he determined he must
speak, when suddenly he heard lit:
tie cry and glancing up, saw her
standing quite apart from the group,
her eyes ablaze, her lips quivering.
AT little distance from her, ad.
justing some pieces Of machinery was
a man in workman's blouse. Her
cry also attracted him, and he looked
up.
Their eyes met. His face grew
deadly pale, but he gave no other
sign of recognition. She went
straight toward him, oblivious of all
with hands outstretched.
"Chester!" she said, in q voice
scarce louder than q whisper. "At
last"
He bowed low in response, and
took no notice of her hand; but the
old, dauntless pride was in the up.
lifted head and fearless glance.
"Did you know 1 was here?" she
questioned.
"No," he replied; "I am no longer
in the world"
"You will come to see me2"
"Icannot."
Here his voice broke alittle.
"Mr. Clayton" she said, "let me
present my friend, Mr.. Thorley."
Spite Of the innate breeding of the
man, some Of the instructive sur.
prise at hearing q steel worker ad,
dressed by Miss Willoughby as friend,
made itself apparent in the manner
he yet strove to conceal.
Then the party passed on. He
wondered, however, why Marion
fingered moment in the office to
address the superintendent some
question as they came out into the
air. He had meant, too, to ask her
on the way home the question which
all the day, and for many days, had
been trembling on his lips, but there
was a new expression in her eyes and
about her mouth which instinctively
told him that this was not the time
for him to plead his cause.
Had that fellow inside, who bowed
SO like gentleman, been other than
workman, he might have suspect
ed him as in some way responsible.
1t was quite singular enough as it
was that Miss Willoughby should
have addressed him as friend
Doubtless some man who had seen
better days, and for whom she felt q
womanly sympathy.
"Can I see Mr.. Thorley?"
The mistress Of the humble little
cottage in one of Chicago's suburbs
looked up, amazed at the beautiful
young lady who asked the question.
Indeed, I suppose you may. He's
gone up TO his room where he spends
all his evenings, and not bit of sup
per tonight has he touched.
"Shall l call him DOWN."
"No; let me go to him"
"It's the first room to the right Of
the stairs, Miss. He's the only lodg.
er I have and you're his first visi.
tor"
But the girl needed not the words.
A strange vision she surely was as
she stood an instant outside his door,
clad in costly velvet and rich furs;
then she softly turned the handle and