Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1883-07-15

thing meant 10 tell youf eouslu, WINCH
escaped my memory. Can i see her
for few moments%
Caroline bit her Lip in vexation. "A
wicked thought flashed through her
brain, and was instantly Transformed
into purpose. -,
elbow unfortunately said she, with
great concern. "Hildegarde has just
gone out on the lake with Dir. Westcott.
He was waiting for her when she came
In from her walk. Ididn't want her TO
20; Il was so very late. But" she
added, with y significant smile, mn.
westcotl,s wishes overruled mine.u
Every word she uttered was like .
slab in Royal Roscoe's heart, but he
gave no sign of suffering"
"woud you care to leave message
she ssked, sweetly.
"No, i guess not" he answered. Ut
is not so important. I'll drop her q
note"
"Then, holding out his hand, he said
pleasantly:
Goodbye again, Miss Caroline! Pm
off for good this time"
"You are really going tomorrow
she queried in her softest accent "
am sorry we are to lose you, for You
have no idea, Mr.. Roscoe, how pleasant
you have made this summer for us oil.
/ hope you will have q safe journey.
Are you sentimental enough to accept
q souvenir? Let me put this rose in
your buttonhole. Hildegarde brought
il in from the garden little while ago.
1t is one of the finest jscqueminots we
have had this season."
Royal allowed her to pin flower up
on his coat-it was his own red rose
the rose he had given Hildegarde, and
which she had said she would keep, as
he meant to have kept the jasmine
spray!
"Thank you," he said huskily. "You
are very kind, Miss Caroline"
Then, murmuring formal farewell,
he left her.
Down the Garden walk he strobe with
evil in his heart. Snatching the rose
from his button-hole, he crushed it in
bis hand, and passing beyond the box
wood hedge where he had parted with
Elildegarde scarcely an hour before, he
threw himself down on the grass, with
low cry Of despair.
How long he lay there he did not
know. He had forgotten time, place
everything. There was but one terri
bic and unutterable fact present to his
mind-Hildegarde was unworthy OF his
love.
At last he arose, and slipping one
hand into his breast, he drew forth q
spray of jasmine, whose white petals,
crushed with his passionate kisses,
emitted q sweet perfume. With look
of unspeakable bitterness, he twisted
the two flowers together, and tossing
them into the dust, he set his heel upon
them and ground them out Of sight.
"She is q heartless fiirtw he NUT
tered; and, without single backward
look he strobe fiereely away.
Hildegardel Hildegarde. There was
no one to tell him that at that very mo-
ment you were weeping your pretty
eyes out in your room alone.
The golden autumn days were over.
Winter had come and gone, and spring
was we'll advanced. In all this time,
Hildegarde wondered tdat Mr.. Roscoe
had never written. But she remem-
bered his promise to come back with
the roses, and she babe her heart be pa
tient.
Alas! the summer days, that dragged
so slowly, were not destined to bring
any word of the master of FloriOn-nOt
a word-not sign to the faithful heart
that had counted so on his coming.
The year ofprobation heightened in
to two; and Hildegarde was compelled
to face the fact that he must have for
gotten her. Her cousin Caroline's per-
sistent inquiries for "her friend, Mr..
Roscoe" were more than torture to her.
Hers was not an ordinary nature.
She was slow to yield up her best af-
fections, but once given, they passed
out of her keeping forever, and could
never be recalled. But the recOil of
misplaced confidence almost crushed
her. She was breaking her heart, and
Caroline Meredith watched her with
feeling of emulation.
BY aud by, Hildegarde's health be.
gan to give way in mysterious man
ner. The doctor recommended change
of climate and a winter i'm Florida.
Hildegarde opposed this strenuously,
though she was too proud to give the
true reason for her aversion to this 10
cality. The Doctors orders were i'm
perative, and her father carried her off
without consulting her wishes in the
matter.
They went by steamer, and the voy-
age was very rough one. Off the
coast of Georgia the bad weather which
they had experienced eliminated in
terrific storm.
For three days they were at the mercy
Of wind and wave, borne southwark by
the impulse of the tempest. The rig
giIg was torn from the masts, and sew
eral times it seemed they were hope
lessly lost.
Through all this deadly peril Hide
garde maintained calm Indifference
to the issue. For herself she would
have reioiced to see tine steamer sink
into the fathomless depths Of the sea;
and she could not share the transports
of her fellow passengers when they
were rescued from the laundering hulk
by the life-saving service OF Augustine.
Happily for Hildegarde, whose pre-
carious health had i'll fitted her to en-
dure hardship, she and her father found
ready shelter lii the house Of q hOspita-
BILE planter. Bot she had hardly been
settled comfortably ere the strain upon
ueT sDsltIu ludut llSctk lclt, duu oAC "oo
attacked by low fever.
Exposure had also impaired Mr..
Evelyn's strength, and for several
weeks he was confined to his bed.
Il was during this period that Mr..
Vincent received visit from warm
friend of his.
az hear you have opened a hospital"
the young man said pleasantly. "rhat's
like you, Vincent, for all the world.
Your house always was an asylum for
the unfortunate"
The host smiled good naturally.
II can hardly make virtue Of the
present case" he replied. "IfIweren't
married, Roscoe, / think I'd AXE adj
vantage of circumstances, and throw
myself at the feet Of the fair invalid"
"A pretty girl, then" queried Royal,
carelessly.
Decidedly; though in delicate
health, believe, even before this at
tack of fever"
"What is her name? / believe you
didn't mention it."
"Evelyn-Hildegarde Evelyn. Pref.
ty, isn't il? Good heaven, Roscoe,
what's the mstter?"