Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1883-04-08


gardens, bright in the summer sun that
shone upon GleOpatra's Needle as II II
struye 10 stir tue stony heart Of the
venerable monument with memories OF
Alexaudriau moons. IL was q fair
scene, and one that Hamilton was to
remember for long enough.
Mis- Lambert came into the room,
looking very beautiful. Hamilton
might very well be forgiven by the
sternest stole of them all for falling
helplessly In love with such gracious
creature; il would be more difficult to
forgive him if he had not. She held
out her hand to the young man, who,
SO be took it, gazed at her with such
look of profound admiration and won
der that q faint flush crept into her
cheeks. 'tIt was very nice OF You to
come" she said, and he, still bewildered
by her beauty as he saw IL now for the
first time in the clear light OF middle
day, murmured some commonplace
phrase which sounded strangely thin
and meaningless to him. She looked
euriOusly at him, and there was
heightened color in her usually pale
face. "You came to see my engrav-
ings," she said. There was q large
portfolio on q stand near one OF the win
dows. She opened it and showed him
engraving after engraving, speaking
with q pretty appreciation OF each as
she handed il 10 him. Once his hand
touched hers, and a thrill of exquisite
pleasure sticked him. Their hands did
not meet again. Presently she closed
the portfolio. "ThOse are all have"
she said. She was standing as she
a,nHn n,,A nor yxsnr1l oil 1nlt dis
misSal.
"NIay / come again some time."
Hamilton asked eagerly.
IL think have shown you all my
treasures" she answered.
but want to see you" he insisted.
"Whermay l call again"
"Oh, some time or other" she re-
piled vaguely. ~ am not often in
town. 1t is pleasant to be in the coun-
try in the summer days, and L get
bye," and she held out her hand to
him. He felt wild longing to speak,
TO tell her he scarcely knew what; but
all his thoughts seemed to be whirling
away from him.
When he was in the bright crowded
streets again he felt like one awakening
to unwilling consciousness from some
delicious dream. A sense OF keen re-
gret possessed him. He had been
alone with her, and he loved her, and
he had spoken no word Of love. Then
he asked himself, "Why should L? Is
it likely that she would care" Gloom
ily he admitted that it was exceeding
unlikely. He wandered on tall he
came to Kensington gardens, and he
flung himself down under tree there
and wished he was 3 shepherd in some
Arcadian pine forest and that Amaryl-
lis had the race and form OF Madge
Lambert. Then he tried to reason
with himself, to wonder where he was
drifting, but this seemed barren specu-
ton, aud he returned to thoughts OF
her, of the first time he saw her, of her
dancing. "If | were Herod of Jewry,"
he thought, "and she SalOme, would
give her the head of John Baptist or
anything else she chose to ask, for one
kind smile Of those eyes" He lay
back and stared at the branches net
ting the sky above him, whispering
with his fancies. He pictured himself
as one of the singers and soldiers OF his
brilliant old Roman world, building up
his shattered fortunes in the proconsul-
ships of Asia and Africa to lay the
sgoils oftwenty provinces at the feet
Of one Of the glorious Greek women
whom the Roman poets lovey-Lesbia,
the divine dancing girl who wove laurel
and myrtle crowns for Cicero and below
ed Pompeius, or Chelids, who swayed
imperious Verres, or that Acte whose
Grecisn beauty made Nero the slave of
slave.
The setting sun cut short his reflee-
tions and shattered his dream. He re-
membered that he YVES not Latin low
er-but a respectable American citizen
with little money and less to do,
whose immediate duty and desire was
to see Madge Lambert again. When
he got to the theater at night he saw
Miss Lambert glance at him as she
came on, but she immediately
turned her eyes away and
she did not look at him again. He
sent her some more roses, this time
with his name, and she had them in
her hand when they met in a station.
They were stand almost alone in lone
" part Of the platform.
THANK you for your flowers" she
said in a constrained tone. Then
abruptly, looking straight at him, ado
you live at Clerks Common she
asked.
~ stop there with friends" he ans
hesitatingly.
as that tiue?" she asked again.
NO." he said simply.
"Then, why do you go down there
every night?"
surely the reason is obvious"
what is the reason~
at gives me the happiness Of seeing
you for few moments"
"Then please don't do 1t any more"
she said augrily.
why not?" he pleaded; "you would
not be so unkind as to take all pleasure
out of my life?"
al am neither kind or unkind," she
retorted, sin wishing to be let alone,
in choosing to go home by myself
hardly know you, and you have no
right to come"
He flushed painfully. Every WELL"
he said. "At least let me see you to
your carriage" When she had got in
he said, Are you angry with me-"
mo-" she answered, rathr hesitat'
inglo; mo, not, now"
HGoOd night" He held out his
hand. She gave him hers for a mo-
ment; then she leaned back in the car
rage and looked straight before her.
Hamilton bowed and moved away. He
watched the train steam out of the sta
ton, and as the last gleam Of its lamps
disappeared he walked out into the
night. He was very wretched. The
day which had begun so brightly had
closed in dlsmally indeed.
Tn a, continual merit SiiuiIU
An Artful Elephant.