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

angry.
II don't know-I don't care. Dane
Zoo hack to her; I won't have you
here. Go back to her at once"
III WON'T" says Mr.. Norwood.
"But desire you," exclaims she with
a little stamp OF her foot.
"Of course, if you tuln me out,
shall have to CO." says George Nor.
wood. without showing the faintest
symptom of an intention to depart;
"but / certainly shan't goto Julia-Fve
had enough of Julia" =,
Monicas breath comes q little quick
~; she lifts her hand to her soft round
"You ought to be with the woman
you mean TO marry" she says very
slowly.
II entirely agree with you" says
Norwood with the utmost vivacity.
"But that wouldn't drive me back to
the Grange. 1 shall never marry
Julia"
"You don't know what you are say
ing" says Monica, shrinking still far
ther from him.
~ do. Quite we'll. ought to have
said it before, but tonight have made
up my mind. Ifyou refuse me, shall
never marry any woman-never. My
darling, don't shrink from me; say you
love me, say it-Monica, say it."
"No-no. You must be mad" says
the girl, as, white a death, with both
hands she keeps him away from her.
at Ia 10000 year. You shall not do
this thing. In the morning you will
think"
GAS do now" interrupts he. "And
as thought yesterday morning, and
every morning during the past week
that I love you better than my very
life-to say nothing of filthy lucre."
The pressure of the hands that re-
pulse him Is not so strong now. En-
boldened by this sign of coming weak
ness. he goes on with renewed spirit:
1--WE shall be poor, you know; but
YOU said once you thought s70O year
quite enough to live on. You can't 90
back on that now. You said also that
it would be disgraceful and contempt
IDLE act on the part Of any man to
marry one woman when he loved
another. You can't 60 back Oh that,
either, and am not going to look either
disgraceful or contemplate in the only
eyes worship"
The hands have grown quite reason
able now, and indeed have slipped from
his chest to his shoulders.
Monica, l am yours, whether you
like it or not. You must try and make
the best of me-" he says very humbly.
"My beloved, / can only promise TO be
a good husband to you till death do US
part"
"Do not talk Of DEATH" she whispers
TREMENDOUSLY.
mo? Shall we not pray that we
may die the same day and be buried in
the same grave? But, living or dying,
my own darling, every thought of my
heart will be yours"
The hands have slipped little higher
up, and now with a faint but heavy
sigh that ia almost sob, she twines
them round his neck and lays his soft
cheek against his.
you must imagine gond many as
terisks here, and then we so on.)
Chow was Julia looking:" asks she
presently.
They are now sitting close together
very close indeed-upon the patri-
archal sofa that certainly has seen bet
ter days. But if it were satin and down
they could not be more contented with
it.
every handsome" replies he with
the most satisfactory Indifference.
'Icily regular, splendidly nulI sort OF
business. No soul, and too much flesh.
My angel, you have saved me. To
think that only for you l might have
married her; should, to a moral GER
tainty, you know, as l didn't know
what love meant them"
At this juncture there Is no mistak.
ing he knows what love means now.
IF you should ever be sorry about
this" says Monica nervously.
Nonsense, darling; you know you
are miles too good for me. | hope you
will never be sorry, that's all ;-Moni.
ca"-wistfully-"are you certain, posi-
tive that you really love me?
II am as sure of it, "a that we are SIT
ting here" says Miss Monica solemnly.
4 further demonstration that they
now really know what love is.
"Do you know, Pm awfully hungry"
says G Gorge presently, without the
smallest shame or recollection that
people in novels never eat anything
when filled with the tender passion.
care you: DO you know so am l,
but didn't quite like to say it," con-
fesses she naively. "The servants are
in bed, I'm afraid; but there is cold
chicken in the pantry, and"
"Lst us go for it ourselves" says
George. "As we are going to set up
housekeeping on limited scale, the
sooner We learn how to lay table and
hel p ourselves, the better" -.
81 don't believe there is any sherry"
says Miss Norwood, blHshing gener-
ously; "but there is"-with considera-
BILE hesitation-"beer." .
"If there is one thing on earth that |
love, it is beer" says George Nor
wood.
"Thcre now" murmurs she reprOach-
fully. "And Just this moment you told
me you loved only me-"
"And so do, you and you only"
declairs he fervently.
More asterisks.
1.-THE key Of the beer Is always kept
behind this picture" says Monica,
pointing to the oil-painting Of her
GRANDMOTHER he had admired on the
first day of his arrival.
That's a good thing to know" re-
turns he, laughing.
"Well, take it down for me now; it
will be Lesson. You will know ex.
actly where to 60 for it next time"
She laughs, too, as she says this, and
drawing him up to the chimney piece,
points to where the key hangs behind
the curtain.
Was it fatality, or was It awkward
ness? AS he puts up his hand he touches
the painting, and the string that sup
ports it swapping suddenly, the picture
falls heavily to the ground-so heavily
that the back parts from 1t and leaves
it rather dilapidated object Oh the
hearth rug.
But something else is on the hearth
rug, too! A piece Of yellowish parch-
ment, tightly folded, has slipped from
between the picture and the frame.
George and Monica, both STOPPING to
pick up her grandmother, see this paper
at the same Instant. She, being the
woman, is naturally the most curious,
and, therefore, the swiftest to snatch 1t.
Now" she says gayly, putting It be.
hind her back, "wbat do you say IL is
"a legacy or q hundred pound note, or