Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1884-12-28

The deeu. expressive voice ceased with
rezretsul ring, and then he concluded. more
eheerily:
aGo, aud I wish you success in your
uooingr
Ned wrung his hand and leA the room,
and in q yeryfe moments Jerome followed.
For while the ERE glowsd On noisily IN
the crate, the wind howled, and the quiet
remained unbroken; then the heavy velvet
curtains were drawn back, and Marion step
ned out from behind
Her face was psllid as . ghosts, her dark
eyes were burningj,xiIh fierce pride, aud
very angry; her lips were trembling with
excitement and suppressed resentment.
A prefer picture OF enrsged pride could
not be found.
Great heavensI'' she cried, with pas
sionate stamp. What deceit How often
have hurled the fact in bis face that was
plad-in6nisely glad | owed him nothing.
lie calmly heard me, knowing that is was q
becgsr's delusion he was listening toF
She paused, and her flashing eyes iurned on
the chair be had lately occupied. How ne
desests me, Zoe" she said with emphaas
al have never tried to win his fayor-we
have never been friendly, and to think that
for weeks past, or perhaps months, l have
eaten his bread aud spent bis money, think.
ing it entirely my own. Blu. it is oyer-l
shall not STAY. In the wide world there Is
surely room for me to earn my bresdF
She drew back the curtain and looked
out. The stars were shining trostly. but
the Wild March wind was making havoc OF
every stray leaf and fragment in its path.
The streets were deserted. 1t was an
unusual bitter night Of that blusterous
month, q night when humanity keeps It's
head, snaiLike. indoors, when the crsckle oil
q bright FIRE is the sweetest sound on earth!
Marion, with little shiyer, turns away.
al must gor' she muttered; mot an
! other night will stay here begger on his
| bounty. Old Mrs. Chaplin, though she IL
| poor will keep me for my mothers sake
until / get something to do and pay her
back" She paused second BY Jeromes
| armchair, and leaned her arm on the back
of it. II wish-I wish be did not dislike
NE so" she whispered, and the tears tenn
/ pered the lustre Of her eyes. 1T was my
aboninable temper at FIRST and now, ne is
tired of me, would gladly marry me to the
| first coxcomb that asks.
This mood only lasted second, and all
I their old ferceness returned.
But what am | sayingT She said,
/ dsshing away the tears and trying to control
I her quivering lips DO ] not hate this
man? This superior being who treats me
I ike 3 wilful child. Am not glad that by
accident learned the truth of my posi.ionR
| Certainly AN not delighted at the pos
sibihty of feeling independent, away from
| this benevolent smile2 | an, and the time
/ will come when Jerome Yann viii wonder
that he ever laughed at NE aud my
vagaries.'
/ All the warm Southern nature aroused
| che went to the desk and began TO write
Tote to this detested guardian.
Sir" it dashed of, ten mintes since /
learned my position in your house, aud 1t is
such an undesirable one that renounce t
this night. You, who have disspproVed o
NE so strongly, will no doubt be pleased 10
/ learn that have broken from your reins
end fed. Goodnight, and sOod.6y to you
sir Marion.
p. S. distinctly and emphaically re-
fuse to marry Mr.. Burlington"
An hour later she was on the street, the
wind blowing her cloak, and twisting her
veil till i. looked lake signal of distress.
There was nothing of the heroine about
her as she hurried along, keeping on the
! darkest side of the street, her head lowered,
and tears dropping thick and fast on her
cloak. Poor Marionl The first touch OF
the world, in which she stood alone, was
: cold and blustery.
. The weeks passed BY on leaden feet. Ad-
refreshments aud detectives were both of no
! avail and Jerome Vann's face grew strange
/ " old and sad, for Marion's whereabouts
/ sill remained mystery.
/ He loved her far more than he ever
realized lie longed to see thar spirited,
magnetic face again and to hear the pert,
merry voice which had made such dro!lery
: Of his weil-meGnt advice.
Day after day passed, each one an exact
/ repetition Of the preceding one, aud all very
weary, sickeuing blanks to the rich lawyer
in his stately home.
J TWAS June. Sunny, soft weather reigned
in the city. Roses bloomed vsrywhere, in
Gorist windows, in market carts, in wealthy
gsydens-eyerywhere the fragrant punches
Ut different hued flowers waved IN the
breeze.
Jerome was standing at his library win
dow, looking out at the throng Of PRONE
LADDERS and open carriages dashiug along.
His eyes were no longer filed with sus
peuse, they were far worse-calm and hope
les.
lie had left nothing untried to discover
her whereabouts and it had all been worse
than useless He had been beating his
cart out with pain, in alternate hope and
failure, in passionate longing, and now all
vas over. Without .sny renewed yigor he
was still deep in professional duties, trying,
Tut vainly. to take up the thread of exist
cree as though Marion had never been
Known and dearly loved.
He took up his hat and cane and wen'
out. His steps led him to Broadway, The
thOroughfare was crowded and he walked
slowly along his moody face, with its quietly
bitter expression, in marked contrast t
those around him.
Many saw and envied the rich and sue
Cessful lawyer. Could they but have resC
that rich mans heartl And so, in the SD
y-eme blindness Of our egregious vanity, d.
we Judge one onother.
lie paused to look at a picture which at
tgacted number ofpeople. lEwas qusin
, design in water color in the shape Of a small
screen.
The pictxre showed the sea on q storm
Gay, with the floating spars and masts OF {
, wrecked ship appearing above the angr.
waves in the distance. All the coloring o
=. the picture is centered in two figures on tn
I; shore.
One, the dead body Of drowned sailor
, curls lying on his forehead, his eyes closed
} aud his blue jacket torn, showing the power
! full chest in which the heart would neye
beat again. The other, q young girl with
face Of extreme loyeineSs. thoagh cor
vulsed With anguish.
= Her dress denoted that she was q 6she
lass, and as she bent over the body of he
lover, one hand over his heart, the othe
holding on the little black hood she wore
the expression Of her eyes>were sirsngel
I real and touching. The subject was an oil
one. yet this little water-eolor sketch held
I ouainf original mower of its own