Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1884-08-10
jectedly away when Victor Stuart came out

Une rose-out one, by those lair hngers cnlid,
! Less exquisite than thinerh
ne quoted, too low for her TO catch the full
meaning Of the words.
She hurriedly plucked handful of half.
blown creamy roses. and gave them to him.
But not another glance could he win from
her, though q tell tale color stole up her
soft throat into her cheeks, betraying con
fusion and tumult Of heart, and he rode
gsily away, half crushing the sweet roses
against his lips.
The sun had dropped much lower in the
West, and the yard Was all in deep purp-
lish shade, when Phoebe came out where
her younger sister reposed on the grass, her
hands clasped over her knees. her ewes ike
the eyes of dreamer
What are you thinking aboutr' inquired
Miss Scott
Nothing" starting up.
Interesting subject. You have been COM
pletely absorbed. What dull day this has
been! | thought perhaps John Barnard
would come" looking carefully at her plump
white hands.
He did, but | sent him away, said Jean
firmly.
Sent him away
Yes"
"WhyY
Because Mr.. Stuart was here, and did
not suppose you would care TO be dis
turbed
You take good deal for granted, What
do care for Mr.. Stuart? lfyou have Of
Tended Mr.. John Barnard will never for
give you--neverT
And placid Phoebes eyes flashed, and she
turned away in anger.
Good gracious does she really love him,
and am sacrificing my sister to q heart
less matchmaking machine? But how caa
she love him after seeing Mr.. Stuart? Girls
are queer creatures unused Jean, some
what troubled at the mischief she had made.
She felt positively guilty when, waking
one night, she heard her sister signing.
A week had passed, but the jealous young
farmer kept to his own grounds-at least
the Scots did not see anything of him.
What is the matter, PhebeT Jean in
quired tenderly.
Nothing at all.
Are you troubled - about - about
john dragging the words out hesitatingly,
We'll, am sorry you wounded the feel
ings of one who has always been our friend.
so am ], but did it for your good
promise you will never NEEDLE again"
Why did you do itY' curiously.
And then Jean made clean confession
Of her matchmaking.
But of course, if you intend to grieve
| Oh Lob Do ID / soc
up the whole affair"
Phebe listened, FIRST rather shocked, then
greatly amused.
"Oh, YOU blind, SILLY child. What a mad
scheme. Mr.. Stuart cares no more for me
than any other Indifferent acquaintance
Do YOU think he loves meY'
:. nix he would if you encouraged him.
Why shouldn't he? You are sweet and
lovely"
Phoebe leaned over and kissed her
touched by her honest love and admiration
There, child, go to sleep; for you seem
to be eight instead of eighteen"
Now Jean longed to undo her work-to
bring back her sisters love-but not a WORD
of this did she breathe. Ii were best LETT
untalked of until accomplished, she wisely
thought
And fate threw the chance in her way the
very next afternoon.
Returning from the village she met John
Barnard face to face in the road.
Why, how do you do, John? Where
have you been for this week past? she said
with a friendly smile.
AT home he rather grufiy replied
Why have sou not been round to see
us?'
Didn't know that | would be welcome?
why john in shocked tones.
We'll to tell you the truth, Jean, die
not believe Phoebe would care to see me.
Indeed she does care; but | shall no
tell you anything about il" making move
as though to pass him.
"Oh, yes, Jean, please do! Where il
that fellow Stuart?'
Il really cannot tell you where Mr.. Stuar
is. 1t is not pleasant to hear him called
that fellow.
Hang him.
What for? Now, you are very unreaS
enable, and if you want to know anything
more, you must ass Phoebe"
Zone question Are they-are they en-
gagged?
Engaged? Good Heavens, no. VIII,
ever dreamed OF such thing?' she ex
claimed with as much astonishment a
though she had not been planning to tina
very end.
Poor fellow, he does love her 1t was
shame to make him suffer so, she thought
watching him as he walked on up the road
bfthely whistliug. II will never try match
making again-neverI she continues
aloud. But what does the old song say
If you do not succeed, try, try again,
said laughing voice close beside her ant
blushing she turned 10 face Victor Stuart
Care marks your brow Miss Jean; tell MI
your trouble
Not for the world" she cried quickly
and with energy
"Whv not? do assure you | will KEEP
the secret, If secret it be, and give all thu
comfort | can
Thank YOU: but | am not in need 0
sympathy she said, walking on.
He kept at her side, carrying his gun OIL
one arm.
well, am, for love girl-a sweet
beautiful, lovable girl but am afraid sh
does not love me.
He stole glance at the sober young fac
shaded by the broad-brimmed hat. 1t turn
ed white, rather than red, and faint quiSe
passed over the sweet soft lips.
} Have you asked herr she managed t
say very steadily.
1t was dreadful thing to hear him tai
of that girl
NO; she is young and do not want t
} be too hasty. But love her with all m
heart, all my soul and if she would bu
t marry me He drew a long breath, hi
eyes aEght with loves FIRE. Tell me, Jesr
shall wait while longer, or can | ask he
, nowY'
do as you think best
They were walking along a shady path
almost in sight of house. Stuart fun
down his gun, and stretched out his hand
! to Jean.
Then say that you viii be my wife, Jean
for you are my loveT
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