Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1883-05-13
LATE SPRING fANc'Es.
4 vceso sroRv Of cHscsec LOVE.
One Honest Africsn-Aa Amateur CapeH'
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..- Chtc1Qo 1FtpdNe-
| "Kiss me, darling"
| Richard Irwin he'd toiied slowly ana
| YEARLY up the two flights OF stairs
| which led to the poor abode, whose
| scanty furniture had grown still more
scanty as want and poverty ciuteheu
| with iron grip his whose existence, Is IL
thew would throttle even the faint ray
of hone that sometimes sprang up In ms
heart, and looked long ana lovingly
| into the pale but beautiful face OF tue
girl who had given up parents, Nome
aud everything that had made life nap
py, to become his wife. And As she
stood there, her soft white arms tWineu
lovingly around his neck, and her deep
hazel eyes appraised to his, he saw tnat
she'had been weeping, and around tue
wan dropping lips that in the happy
bygone days were so often raiseu' poIt-
ing merrily the while, to be Kissed oy
his own, there were traces OF PIE:
Richard Irwin shuddered as ne drew
the 1.-the, yielding form still more close 70
him, and as her head nestled conhding-
" on his clavicle his face was bent Tor
ward and he wept bitter, scslding tears
Of pain to think that his wife, Ciytie
StiGrins, Boston born and bred-a girl
who habitually read Emerson. and
whose essay on the theory Of horizon.
tai cleavage in red sandstone was only.
exceled by her paper on the fauna OF
the pliocene period-should be reduced
TO eating pie in the morning.
And while he WAS wrapped III these
minf,il reveries Clytie raised her mead
nom his bosom. One glance told her
all.
"Nou are suffering, my darling" she
said. "Can you not tell me, your wife,
of your sorrow"
1T is nothing" Richard replied, kiss-
ing her tenderly.
"Iemon pie. TOO he murmured. in
hoarse, agoniKed tones, AZ his lips LEFT
hers. "My God. This terrible"
But mastering his emotions in an in'
slant, he turned again to Clytle: III
is of no use, sweetheart" he said. ~
have walked the streets for weeks vain
~ searching for work. Winter Is COM
ing on, and what j. to become of US is
more than know
at is always darkest before the dawn.
my precious" she mrlrmured, and no
matter what betide, have you'-and
drawing his face to her she kissed him
in a wild, passionate, grab-thc.chalr-li-
you. want-tO ,tay-therc manner that re-
minded him Of early days in the North
Side.
"Rut YOU can't eat me-" he began,
and then stopped suddenly, saying soft
~ to himself: II don't know. 1t
might come TO that. Lemon pie in the
m0rning''-and he sank into a chair.
Just then noise rs of some one
drugging himself slowly and YEARLY
up the stairs was heard. Presently IL
ceased, and n messenger boy kicked
open the door, and walking to where
Richard Irwin sat handed him tele-
gram. He tore open the envelope with
trembling hands and read the message,
the boy looking over his shoulder to
see that everything was all right.
ave are saved, Clytie," he said, I'm
low, broken tones. Your father il dead
and all his mackcrel fishery is yours"
"Nes," murmured the girl, kneeling
beside the chair on which her husband
sat. 1--WE are saved, Richard-saved
by acanthorterygain fish of the scom-
btrod family. Its body il fusiform. its
first dorsal fin continuous, and its
branchiostcgaI rays are seven In num-
bcr"-and then looking up suddenly,
she saw that the man she loved so well,
and for whom she would have sacrificed
her life, was lying cold and pulsclcss
across the chair.
She had talked him to death-fr0m
"One Woman'S Way" by Murat Hal
stead.