Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1884-10-12

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enough 70 introduce myself May nots
He did not wait for Ga answer, but HANDED
her card
AWAxn flush erept over her face, but bus
manner WAS 50 unmistakably that OF
gentleman that she could not take offence.
She read the name, Harold Fletcher,
with some confusion, bat answered with
grace equal 70 his own:
Certainly. We are so remote from
civilization here that forms count TOR
little"
MAY sit hereY' he asked, pointing to
the fallen tree upon which she was sitting.
Il want to make sketch of that bit of green
forest yonder, and this seems the happiest
spot in which to make it.
She gave assent, watching him with a shy
interest as he took out bis sketch book and
proceeded TO work
Are you = native Of the valley? he in
quired between the outlines of his sketch.
No. but Was born in the Sierras, and
have lived all nv life among these noun
tsins
Indeed Then you are truly TO be
envied." He turned and looked at the
girl beside him. She had the ingenious
face of a child, healthy and glowing
sweet girEsh mouth and large eyes full Of
startled wonder. Truly the passions Of
the world had never touched her. She was
child Of nature, and the pure, fragrant
breath Of the piaes had made her strong
and beautiful
May | ask what you are reading.
Il am studying Latin," she answered de-
murelY.
An amused expression fitted across his
handsome face. SO you mingle the con-
iuga6on Of Latin verbs with Incompatible
sunrise, do your Happy thought, that!
Then be Was silent for 8 moment.
DO you live at the Point?
oh, no. teach the village school in the
valley"
! "IndeedY He lifted MS eyebrows with
a surprised expression. a school teacher?
Not severe looking pedagogue," he
added, mentally. smile passing over his
clear features. Then he looked at her
| curioQsly out Of his handsome eyes. How
| fair she was in the warm splendor OF the
| sunlight her rounded cheek resting upon
| one small hand 4 school mistress in.
| deed He would rather have taken her
/ tor q Isisd.
For few moments there was silence
| between them, in which she appeared lost
/ in the mysteries OF Latin and he in the high
/ lights and shadow of his sketch
| Breakfast i, ready" sang out james, a,
ne came toward them. Ma says a, hos
YOU d better come right away.
Primitive style, this laughed the
} young artist. good uaturedly and he walker
toward the house with BesS. But | ike II
I it has a flavor Of freedom which well
suit Bohemian.
After breakfast be TOOK his >ketChIng ma
terials ard marched off through the woods.
Several bits OF beautiful landscapes he
caught bv the way and transferred to his
canvass, but al the while it was girls
face that haunted his fancy and genial
. voice that seemed to mingle its cadence with
the solemn music of the pines. He did
not return until late in the afternoon, and
it Eas with vague feeling Of diSappOint
merit that he learned that Bess had gone.
Somehow she seemed to have taken all the
sunlight Of the Point with her.
A week later he was riding through the
valley on his wsy from the Eernsl Falls,
when horse and rider suddenly dashed by
him. The slight figure Of the fair equestrI-
enne seemed familiar, and on the impulse
Of the moment be pursued her. Half way
through the valley she refined in on her
horse and turned her head to catch
. glimpse of her pursuer. 4 pleased expires
sion dawned upon her face as she saw who
twas. Then she extended her hand with
shy smile as he rode close to her.
Nero and / were taking a canter, she
said. Il never dreamed 1t Was you follow
ing NE 20 closely.
Il sm a very uugaliant knight, | mus,
admit. be said With rare courtesy but
pardon me and shall not be so curious
again.
1t did not yeX me- she murmQrei
smoothing back the tsngles Of brown hair
from her flushed face and fastening the pins
more securely in the heavy brajds that the
Wild chase had nearly unloosened. Then
As the righteousness Of their mad race
dawned npou her she laughed with b!ithe
/ hesrtiness that was coutagious-the fair
{ haired stranger laughed. too, in his careless
! fashion, and they rode down the rusty road
together. feeling that they bad suddenly De
/ come good friends.
He watched wer with keen admiration
! How interesting she was with the soft, warm
color coming and going on her bright face
and her eyes lifted to his with their child
! like grace. He tossed back his talr hair
with a sudden, impatient gesture. What
/ splendid plaything she would be to man
Who had the time to win her Then he al
most cursed himself for the thought. A
very child she was with no shadow OF the
4orld upon her Could he ever have the
cart to throw its blight across her pathway
drag her into its fierce turmoil OF passion
nd pain? No be turned his face ava!
rom her and spurnei the tempter.
And B-ss. riding along slowly IN the
.Oldeu sunlight wrapped in the peace o.
,sr own heart knew not the suddea BATH
lat was raging in the heart of this proud
stranger.
Nv Tie side Of the beautiful MERGED River
he was sitting the next afternoon, with her
school children about her. when Harold
Fletcher made his appearance among them.
peeping in through the interlacing branches
hat hid this cool shady nook from the
road.
What q charming picture you make,
ae said. smiling, and is that wreath for
Jouy
oh. yes, am to be crowned, suppose
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yellow primroses with an air of good
natured resignation. She was reading to
he children and they looked on the intru-
der with Jealous, resenttul eyes.
Don't let me interrupt, beg Of you,
he said throwing himself lazilY upon the
grass a short distance from the little group
With his back against q towering oak
Go on, l entrest 1t has beena long time
since listened to fairy tale"
He leaned against the tree With an in
dolent grace, looking at the fair girl through
his half-clOsed eyelids. Her fresh beauty
filled his artist soul with rare delight.
No wonder the people Of the village called
her beautiful Bess. How like child she
was among the children. Yet the mother
heart that lives in every true woman showed
itself in the fond csress she gave the blonde
curls OF the child who had throxn herself at
her feet and had fallen fast asleep with her
tired head piAOEed in BeSsie's lap.
Strange creatures these women are,
thought Harold lighting his cigar and putting |