Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1884-12-28
EiSLITTLELOVE,
A snowy January afternoon.

q SNOWY alSSA ANSh-
Through the little windows Of the warm
wsiting.room two travellers saw the snow
blowing across the uhitened fields, aud
heard thssweep of the wind among the leaf
less branches, and sgaiRstth window panes.
A gentleman Of sbOat thirty stood BY the
window, Que arm resting on q little shelf
and eyes bent on the girlish face beside
him. lie was not handsome, ye. his was
face one would look st with as much or more
interest than if the features we're as perfect
us ApOllos OwD.
The eyes and mouth were fall Of power,
tie former especially wonderfully express
sive, snd, as he spoke now, full Of easy,
quizzical regard.
"Are you afraid of me, Miss Marion? Do
you think / shall prove tyrsnnIcal or
lenient guardian
clam not in the least afraid Of you, sir Z
the young lady called Marion answered, in
cold, business ike voice. looking him in
the eye.
"Hot afraid2 How strange" he sa d,
the smile around his mouth deepening.
do YOU generally inspire those Who meet
you with awe, Mr.. Vsnny
Il am lawyer" he replied, therefore
blessed with second sight, Of course. Not
only do we Judge by the outward Evidence
of the thoughtsin clients heart, but the
iuner working Of the vital organ is "a open
book TO US. Your thoughts now
He paused.
"WeIY' she asked impstiently.
Are not flsttering to me. Hou consider
me an unmiUgated bore, very cold aud pro-
frsSionsl-uOt goOd-lookIng. You long for
the school left behind in the South, where
DAYS ike this are unheard OF, aud where the
college students sereuaded you aud deti-
GATED AOsery sonnets TO your beauty.
The girl flushed and dArted quick,
angry glance at him from the dark eyes
under the little tissue veil strapped across
her nose.
''You are pleased to be sarcssti5, sh'
SAID, with little sheer and shrug; but o'
what matter is IT'D lfit amuses you, sir, II
amusss me Infinitely more am moi
afraid Of your satiIe-neither dol Ike you.
Jerome Yann raised his broSs IN I'M
feigned surprise.
She was so petite, so childish in appear
ance, despite her Is years, and the open ami
mostly she expressed was so novel 1t wa:
all refreshing, and be watched her amused
" as she went to q distant corner and
buried herself in q novel, TO the complete eI
cIusion Of himself
An be could see beneath the book was a
pair Of extremy red lips, and these he
watched steadily, scarcely aware of IT. FIvE
minutes passed, licked slowly of by the
clock in the empty waiting room, and {
brown curl appeared above the rim OF The
book, and then one curious and brightly
angry eye which met his aud disappeared
IKE fash
Jerome laughed. He knew that By that
oGiburst of mirth he totally lost all vantage
ground with her. but he could not help it.
Still smiling he walked slowly to her side
do not freeze me" he said pSthetically
holding out his hand; I'VE must be friends
you know"
Not at all" she said coldly. al a.
absolutely sure that We shall never agree
Better begin as we shall surely endl'
"Yon dislike msG'
Il have said SOL she answered, tugain
the leaf.
eAnd whyP Because have been III
Fortunate enough to have uuwittingly o
Tended your
you have laughed at mel / do nc
know what name they give that in n
North, but in Virginia We should call tbs
ubmannerly"
"If have been so, Miss Romero, l SIT
eerely beg your pardon" Jerome sale
stiiiiy. and retired to the window 70 WhiS,l
the Exile of Erin in most distrscting dii
ecrd, until the train pulled in.
Jerome sat BY the library Ere, cigar b,
tween his lips. his hands elasped idly, hi
eyes almost closed.
he was listening 20 = story which intere
ted him.
A younger man was also sitting By Ii
ERE, cane in his hand, and his chin Resin
on the TOP OF il. de Was very handson
young fellow. and the frehghE playing o
bis head, turned his hair to gold, and mad
the intense earnest blue eys seem black.
az have loved her from the beginning,
be said, slowly. Though ell the pa.
months have loved Marion silently; nov
win tell her Of it with your psrniSSio
and learn my fate. Better ultimate r,
iestion than this suspense.
Ned Bufington, you love nv ward
Jerome asked, calmly, and no evidence ths
his heart was beating Ike boys could b
seen in bis face. You love her truly 70
say2"
Il dol UpOn my hOnOrI~ Ned replied