Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1884-02-24

noon, and then let me come IN quite Dy
accident? You will won't you p
"Denis Durant," said solemnly,
''since you were q curly.headed boy l
have never refused you anything 1t was
in my power to grant. Am likely to
do so now? Yes, you shall have one
more chance. / Will ask Jean to come.
And now be off; my six young ladies
will be here In less than ten minutes,
and shall lose my reputation as stern
instructor II they catch sight OF your
handsome face" -,
"Pass me of rs your model" said he,
impudently; then coming back ana
putting his yellow head down, careless
~: "You will make her come,
Octavia?'
"Yes, yes," ] answered, touching his
bright locks, "do not fear; you shall
see her once more"
This was Wednesday, the 9Th OF June;
III ten DAYS Jean was TO be married. l
wrote her note asking her to come to
y OF Sunday. She sent me word she
would be with NE at D O'Clock IN the
afternoon; at Elk Baron Won Stock
would take her TO dine az bis sister ;,
VII re his relations were to meet her
/, u the first tine collectively.
Sunday came, one OF those sudden m
tens1Iy War;u days, y fOretaste OF VIVA
Juy ard August would prove. After
uny rather tardy luncheon l drew The
u.u ChiDtz couch across the BROAD WIN,
DIV, placed my low chair near, closed
the Venetian blinds, aud waited TOR my
lovers.
Denis came first, putting his head in
90 utiously and then advancing eageriy
when he saw 1 was alone.
"Ni!l site come, OcIavia? Am too
late"
Sic Will come" answered, and
even as made reply heard her step
ul.0n the stains. Dtuis drew hack into
the window moment, aud then the
door was slowly opened and Jean came
in. She walked down the long room,
ard we two watched her as she came.
She was already dressed for dinner, In
L long, soft. white silk, made very
simply, with some rich old lace at the
throat, and short, hanging sleeves. Her
breast knot Was of her ft.vorite dark
Russian YiOleIs; her wavy brown hair
knotted in some fashioned style
urOn the top Of her proud little head,
and held there by quaint silver comb
in nlr hands she carried her white ian
and her long, white silk mittens. Save
for the deep blue of the velvets, there
was not a ray of color about her, and
ker lace Was as white as her grown.
| puC out my hands to her As she
drew near NE she took them in hers,
and, bending, kissed lie twice. You
dear OctaviH,n she said, "hOw cool and
ala and happy you look here. | never
C, me that il does me good, and yet al
WAYS leave with q hCHTtacnc. Are you
glad 10 see ne, Octav!a?'
My little Jean, | an very glad. You
4, Let come 50 Often now, my dear,
aad miss you very mUch.'
1T is hot my fault that keeps me
away, Octavia, :" she said, using one OF
tJI turign idlOTrs, "!'Ut MY weakness.
,tsrt not como, Tor every time | do
Roy cuuragc waXe5 fainter. You auu
a., old studio are 80 !uli Of pleasant,
ii, ar ne mUries, and-Of him.
'.;esu, Jean, my darling!' cried
Denis, cOming forth from his hiding
pace aud taking both her hands in his.
Are you here" she cried. Then
h. winning to trcmble little, and in a
lGw voice, with now and then sob:
"On, Dennis, you should not Oetavia,
y did you let him come? Oh, my
d al, dear Doris"
Ii was all very, very sad. Ian stood
there in her white cleaning dress, sob
bing, with Denis holding her hands in
his, entreating her in passionate tones to
listen TO the love in both their hearts,
~ cannot" she said, family. ION,
Denis, | cannot"
"rhcn you do not love me- cried ne,
kutly.
love you" she answered. "Ah,
you do not know how | love you. |
love you more earnestly, more deeply,
than it is possible for you to understand.
Eut, oh. can't you see? 1t is not my
promise / must keep, it is my fathers.
II will not greatly matter II my heart
is broken" she added a little wildly,
$50 our honor is kept CLEAN"
For few moments there was silence,
ilen from out the gloom, far down The
long studio, came u voice:
Jean, mein liebling, art thou ready?
Pardon, madam. that | iu'tade 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
10 another. Jean in tears! And you,
sir" TO Deus. "fOr what reason do you
held Miss DOrsiy's hands"
"FCr what reasOn"' cried Denis, glad
20 speak to come one in his excitement;
for the best of all reasons, Baron Won
stock; because | love Jean aud she
loves me. DOn't you, my darling?
Yes, love her, and you will take her
irOm ME, because Of some stupid PROMISE
lCEg ago, made 10y q man dead these
Two Years. You want her to marry
you, and she is not one to break hel
word. But, look you, | tell you she
loves me-, aud it will only be her hand
Size gives you, not her heart; that il
miUe!
Too boy ti2i,hed, almost truuphant-
~, IhcuSH hruroppch jeans hands anG
a.oUd away from her. She 'aid moth
nE.
lsth:s t;uc, kan asked the Baron
si.w'y, with lock Of pain on his face.
thus Vue&tlunvG, Jean locked up and
I'll. WtreG:
True that love Denis? Yes, it il
9Ui'e tru,. should have told you,
fi,rmSTn, the cay before our marriage
ard should also have told you that, n
took your name, so | should wear it
blamelesSly. You have never asked
me, Baron Won Stock, whether or no
loved you. You accepted my fathers
promise ~ / have done, ~ | am will
ing to do"
As watched the Baron saw sud.
den look OF happiness come over his
face while Jean was speaking. My
healt sank. Was he, then, willing to