Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1883-08-26

DOTd- II SOu aLc OASO o'ASouy Va OoL
bargain, say so; but II is only natural
that, under the circumstances, l should
choose your society rather than that Of
anyone else"
So the two wander about together
eontentedly, through not unnoticed, for
many are the glances and little innu.
endoes they have to encounter. much to
Dora's expressed disgust as she freely
discusses the matter with Frank.
sis is too utterly ridiculous" she says
aDgrily, IS they were one day walking
through the wood; as il we were bound
to be talking . lot Of nonsense about
love Just because we are alone together.
''Ridiculous, indeed" calmly asserts
Frank "wait until Mr.. and Miss Right
appear, and we go of with them re-
sptctively; then these clever people will
see the differenee-eh. Dora?'
DOra's heart gave q sudden Jump, but
she answers in her usual gentle Voice,
though she Is rather silent during n
remainder Of the walk.
IL am expecting Miss Bruce down
here tomorrow, SC | warn all those
of you gentlemen who still possess that
useful article, 3 heart, to guard It we'll,
for Nelly il q fascinating pussy"
So says Mrs. Darlington at the lunch
con table one day and to those VINO
know the young lady spoken OF. the
announcement appears to give uuiver-
sal satisfaction.
"And who is Miss Bruce" asks
Frank of Dora Grey, by whose side he
il sitting.
"One ofthe loveliest girls yeu ever
saw in your life" puts in MIR. Barring
ton, before Dora eau reply; land just
your style, old man, | should imagine"
Frsnk Carleton looks at Dora, and
reIeats, i'm a low voice, meant for her
ear alone.
Just my style. Can my fate be APP
preaching already"
perhaps" i the only reply, given in
equally low tones. "DO you hope 1t
nay bt SoH"
II don't quite know" said the young
man, gently. 81 have my friend, you
know, Dora"
but, nOtW outstanding, Mr.. Frank
appears to find hhe charming, fair hair
ed yirl, who is told of to ms care the
next evening at dinner, very attractive;
and wren the gentlemen reioin the la
dies ne makes his way straight TO the
ottoman upon which Miss Bruce Is sit
ting.
How selfish | am" murmured Dora
20 hCr, elf, as she watches Franks tall,
handsome figure crossing the rOom 10
order to turn over Miss Bcuce's muSici
and somehow everything seems a little
dull and uninteresting TO the girls
mind, and a heartache accompanied
her TO bed that night. .
But ii is gone by the morrow, and
Dora Is her own sweet sell, and as days
90 on she resumes her rather neglected
sketehiDg, though by degrees she finds
how often she is without her faithful
friend, and she misses his cheerful chat
ter and genial laugh more than she will
acknowledge. For Frank Cartoons
testing words seem to have come true,
and be shows no signs of his evident
admiration for pretty Nellie s~ubsiding,
tor it is at her side he fingers now. And
there is evidently q very good under
standing between them, for 1t necessi-
Iates much low talk and apparent per-
suasive elouuence on Franks part aud
somehow the thought Of those two will
persist in Obtruding itself on Dora's
lAllllbR Ao luakANA "AANN "a ~ 49,
AT last matters came to q crisis. n
picnic is arranged to be held in some
woods a few miles inland, and during u
luncheon on the grass Frank and Nellie
are, as usual, together, and the girl Is in
such a merry mood that 1t Is evident
she feels very happy. Dora feels more
than everthe foolish position into which
her girlish ignorance has led her re-
Specting Frank, for more than one re-
mark reaches her, referring in no Very
tattering terms to his conduct. But
she defends him on every occasion, and
m such q sweet, unconscious manner
that suspicion is at once disarmed re-
SpC citing the state of her heart.
But the effort to dissemble her disap-
pOintment in Franks sudden avoidance
is too great to-day, and she manages,
after luncheon, to steal away entirely
alone, intending to sketch q pretty little
glade she had often visited.
But when she reaches the spot she
merely seats herself ON the bank, and
tiercely argues U her own uureason-
ab.cbesS, rs she terms it. But the pro-
cess does not seem to be satisfactory,
or prese ntly one or two tears force
themselves slowly from behind the
closed cyelids, and the girl gives way
TO q passionate flood Of tears.
BY degrees the sobs subside, and tue
soothing effect of the soft, warm air and
sutdued quiet around begin to be felt,
and leaning her uncovered head sgainst
the hard trunk of q tree she falls fast
as'eep. So fast, indeed that the sound
Of advancing footsteps does not make
an eyelid culver; and when Frank
Carleton reaches her he stands for q
moment looking down at the little
figure in its attitude of careless grace
with an expression upon his face that
is not exactly faithful to the memory OF
Miss Nellie Bruce.
Just then Dora stirs q little, and a
weary little sob bursts from the pretty
parted lips. This is more than Frank
can bear. and in q moment he is kneel.
ing beside her, and the startled girl Is
taken tenderly into his arms, while the
curly head leans for y moment uncoa-
sciOusly against his breast.
What is it? Where am I"' MUIR
u Dora, and looks up so quickly that
8 soft mustache brushes her cheek.
"Oh, Mr.. Carleton" she stammers,
lfNiDg tb neCStiI anu OlueutuS
dteply at the position in which she
finds herself.
"Dora darling" says Frank, earnest
", "what do these tears mean Tell
me, dear" And he holds her so firmly
she can scarcely move.
"NOthing much" falters the girl,
blushing sgain rs she recOllects their
true cause. "At least, nothing | could
tell you,n she concludes, rs Franks
gray eyes look into hers rs if to read
her very heart.
"Now, Dora" he says reproaohfully,
al thought you aud 1 agreed always to
tell each other our troubles. Do you
call that looking upon me Is your
friend?"
"But / could not possibly tell you,"
repeats Dora, succeeding in drawing
herself away, though her heart beat
wildly at the tender look upon the
handsome face looking into hers. "How
Is it you are here%' she asks, to change
the subject; "and where h NellieT"