Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1883-04-15

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long. soft, wsite SIX, mace very SIN .h
ply, with soma rich old lace at th
throat, and sh OFT, hanging sleeves
Her breast-knOt was OF her lavorlt
dark Russian Vlo'ets; her wayy, brow
I hair kn0tted In some old fasnione'
style upon the tor Of her proud ntu
head, and held then e by q quaint siiyel
comb; in her hand' she carried ne
white fan and her long, white SILK mil
tens. Save for the. deep blue OF 20
violets, there was NO . ray or COLO
about her, and her face was as Wnite q
but out my hands to, heras she drew
near me; she took then In, hers ana
bending, kissed me twiaa. You dea
Octavia, u she said, "he'w cool an(
calm and happy yon look here
never come that it does NOT 90 me
good, and yet always leaS 'e with th'
Geartache. Are you glad to see me
Cctavia?7
hMy little Jean, l am very glad
You do not come so often now, my
dear, and miss you very muo'h.
at is not my fault that ks cps me
away, Octavia," she said, using one Of
her foreign idioms, "but my wea knees;
dare not come, for every time that
do nv courage wakes fainter. You anu
the old studio are so full of plea SAINT
dear memories, and-of-hiLn.
Jean, Jean, my darlingw cried d. MS
coming forth from his hiding and a'k'
both her hands in his.
care you here" she cried. The u
beginning to trenible' little, and in ~
low voice, with now and then sob:
"Oh. Denis, you should not! OctaVia
why did you let him come? Oh, my
dear, dear Denis" g.,
II was all very, very sad. Jean stood
there in her white cleaning dress, sob
bling, with Denis holding her hands
in his, entreating her i'll passionate
tones to listen to the love in both their
hearts. oo,
al cannot" she said family. sob,
Denis, cannot"
"Then you do not love me-" cried he
hotly. o,
"i,ove YOU" she answered. "Ah,
YOU do not know how | love you. l
love YOU more earnestly, more deeply
than il is possible for you to understand.
But, oh! can't you see? it is not my
promise must keep it, it Is my fathers.
Il will not greatly matter If my heart
is broken,n she added little wildly,
$50 our honor is kept Clean"
For few moments there was silence,
then from out the gloom far down the
long studio, came a voice:
Jean, mein liebling, art thou ready
far me: Pardon, madame, that l ill.,
trude myself upon you"
Baron Won Stock walked into our
midst, and there was Jean, crying, and
Denis holding both her hands.
"But what is this"" continued the
Baron, turning his kind face from one
to another. "Jean In tears! And you,
sir" to Denis, for what reason de you
so hold Miss D'Orsay's hands,"
"For what reason"" cried Denis,
glad to speak to some one in his ex-
element "fOr the best of all reasons,
Baron Won Stock; because / love Jean,
ard she loves me. Yes, | love her,
and you will take her from ME, because
of some stupid promise long ago, made
by q man dead these two years. You
want her to marry you, and she Is not
one to break her word. But, look you,
/ tell YOU she loves me, and 1t will only
be her hand she gives you, not her
heart; that is minew
The boy finished almost triumphant
ly, though he dropped jeans hands
and stood away from her. She said
nothing.
as this true, Jean?" asked the Bar
on slowly, with look of pain Oh his
face.
Thus questioned, Jean looked up and
answered.
"True that | love Denis? Yes, it is
quite true. | should have told you,
Hermann, the day before our marriage,
and should also have told you, tina.
as | took your name, so | should wear
il blamelessly. You have never asked
me. Baron Won Stock, whether or not
/ loved you. You accepted my fathers
promise az have done, as | am willing
TO do"
AS | watched the Baron l saw a sud-
den look of happiness come over his
face while Jean was speaking. My
heart sank. Was he then willing to
take her not only without love, but
knowing her heart belonged to another?
1t seemed so, for a. she finished he went
close to her, and, taking her hand, rails
ed it cOurteously to his lips, bowling
his gray head ovec it with infinite
grace.
That is quite rs it should be, mein
liebling; am only TO happy to possess
YOUR respect. And now shall we 60? 1t is
already late.'
so, with general bow, and leading
my poor little Jean by the hand, he left
us. As the door closed Denis gave one
low cry and flung himself face down
upon the coach. Nothing / could say
would comfort him he lay all the even
ing in dumb wretched misery, and
while the dusk grew into night, and one
by one out came the little stars, and, last
OF all, the iull, round moon.
The 10Th Of June dawned fair and
clUudless. | was up early, too full of my
child's new life that was To begin to-day
to rest. She was to he married at Mr..
Haviland's, quietly, at 4 O'clock in the
alernOOn. haG Il little note from her
at midday begging me not to fail 20
come, and saying at the end: Dear
Octavia, know am doing right, al.
though my heart seems dead. Baron
Won Stock is very kind, and says ! shall
soon he all bright and happy again.
And, indeed, shall try aud make his
words seem true"
BY ) o'clock was dressed in my best
gray SIN, with Vi ihost
that Jean had sent me. l was carefully
drawing on my gloves and beginning to
fidget mentally lest Denis should fail
me at last; for he, with youthful de-
sire to luxuriate in his grief, had declar-
ed it only manly and right to be at
jeans marriage. besides being his duty
to look after me. At half-past D he
made his appearance.
go Denis,n cried, chow glad l am
to see you. l feared, after all, you
might not come"
He laughed a sad, bitter laugh, not
good to hear from 50 young q heart.
You should not fear for me, Madame
Octavia. II she can endure it, surely |
CAN"
Then We betook ourselves to the car
rage, and very soon were entering Mr..
Haviland's drawing-rOoms; these were
gay with flowers and sweet June sun
shine, and bright with happy faces
Were ours the only heavy hearts in that
small gathering.
We took our places, Denis and /, not
far from the white satin mat richly en-
"a, .,.g.. yfhioh Madam a