Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1884-01-27

tage, and she was leaning over the
wheel OF bis gig.
The blood filled her face, and then
LETT II marble white. =
"Did he think 90 lightly OF it as TO
mention it," she asked, her eyes snap-
ping.
"Lightly p cried the doctor, with
sbrug Of his shoulders. ~ am glad we
weren't on top of Notre Dame when ne
mentioned 1t Janet, your mother isn't
your molherv
1t was an astonishing announcement,
and made in the abrupt way usual with
the doctor. 1t was an inconsistent, I'M
probable, impossible statement, and yet
Janet under stood him. For moment
she seemed bereft Of speech and mo-
ton.
"Dr. weatherby, is that true?" shs
gasptd.
ayes, Janet"
"And father kept it from me?"
"There was never any need 70 tell
YOU"
"Why is there need now?"
"Answer that yourself, Janet. That
is why you rejected Gale Cardone.n
eyes" gasped Janet. at would not
have been right. You have guessed the
reason-as physician solely, perhaps
And my mother-my real mother, my
true mother-was she insane"
"No, little one"
"Father in Heaven, / thank Thee"
Her hands were clasped, her eyes were
reverently uplifted, her face shining
like the face of a saint. At least the
doctor thought so.
"Janet, your happiness lies at your
feet" be significantly said. "Iou will
be sensible enough to take 1t up"
Janet stole off into the dim woods to
be alone under the trees and the won
derful revelation. Her step-mether,
whom she supposed was her real moth
er, had died in the insane asylum raw
ing mad. Poor Janet believed that she
had inheri ted the faint; the dreadful
visitation would come some time; and
she could not bring sorrow to the life OF
q husband, or shame and suffering to
her offspring.
vi.
THE CHASM BRIDGED.
There was great crowd at the church
fair. Gale Cardonne, looking not unlike
q German Baron, passed from table TO
table, chatting with the ladies and buy
ing their wares.
Once q pair of soft, sweet gray eyes
met his from amid the festoons Of ivy.
All, he knew to whom they belonged!
His heart ached for q moment, and the
light went out of his face.
IA letter for Mr.. Cardonnew cried
the postmistress from the little window
of the pretended postoffice.
He walked thither, paid the postage
and received his letter. 1t contained
Lut one line:
1.-THE chasm has been bridgedw
A tremulous hand and no name!
What did it mean? 1t came to him so
suddenly that be felt that he was trem-
bling.
The evening wore away; the crowd
dispersed; the ladies covered the tables
Tor the morrow; the anitor began to put
out the lights.
Gale Cardonne fingered. Janet came
toward the door, drawing her shawl
closely around her, her face unusually
red, considering it was usually 80 white.
"Can see you home, Janet"
She answered him with nod and
smile.
The path led from the church across
the meaQOWS OuOIOuS Will ClOfcI auu
Haunting with dandelion blossoms; the
sky an unbroken expanse of blue stud
ded with softly twinkling stars.
Janet was clinging to Gale Cardonne's
arm.
~ received your letter." he said.
eyes"
at had but one meaning"
''There was but one int ended"
ooh, Janet! you have made me in
expressioly happy"
She did not answer him. There
wasn't any need to. Perhaps she
couldn't answer, he had clasped her so
tightly.
S'How was 1t bridged?" he inquired.
"You are never to ask" was her
Hurried answer. "Dr. Weatherby
knows"
"Ohm calculated Gale, 81 recall
promise he made. 1t was merely
foolish fancy, wasn't it?"
"At the time it seemed horribly real"
Janet replied with shudder. "Thanb
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