Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-03-15

noticing L. OF course twas the want O
| rest and the waxna roomA Hester was p
ways the one for ~, She must coms viii
| Them 10 he sesside and recover tone. Sol
| veek later found them all wandering 0Fel
/ the sands at Morthoe, an outof the-wsy COR
| nerof the World after Hester's own heart
4 RLons before this, people has quite left OF
I iaIkips shout the disaster IA The Sondan.
| The news Was some weeks old now, and 50
many things had happened since. Only at
.Mofhoe q sad and 'sisent women moved
throsgh .Efslwith oil 10 hope crushed out
Could sbe have only known for certain
that she hadnkigkf 10 weepi If but for one
moment Talbot could have come back tEem
the realms Of peace TO tell her the truth
Was he hers eth o. that ether s-heseer
Ielt she coald :havelborne hbetter. A wild
longing, which wa almost o prayer. would
come over her sometimes, as sAe wandered
on the rugged shore washedbY she Wild At,
lantic, and she ,would scarcely have been
surprised 70 see tAe'fhmiliar form Of him
who had been her loser-5es, once! thank
Heaven for that step forth from out the
shadow Of those wierd rocks, with the fare
web smile std on his bps and the loye-light
in his eyes ~
While they were sill at Morthoe. one
moruipg-a morning which Hester Conway
will never forget-s letter and newspaper
were carried up on the tray with the early
cup Of tea which che took Invalid fashion,
upstairs. Dors's letters were not wont to
be exciting, and Hester. opening 1t. read
with rather lapguid interest. till she came to
this strange paragraph:
81 send you paper with an account OF
the reioicings at Guestwycke on Talbots
return. Ali went off we'll I've were there Of
course), and the poor old people quiet hap
piness was a sight to see. Isn't 1t strange,
romantic Kind of story The hero OF the
day asked particularly after you, and seemed
rather annoyed at your absence. did not
dare mention I,orette to him. Didn't you
laugh over her imposturo? If Talbot had.
not turned up again the truth would actu-
ally never have been known at all! Mrs
Tracy was staying with friends at Exeter
when the news OF TalbOts safety reached
Gues,wycke. Mrs Guest sent her tele-
gram at once, and the very next day lIor-
cite wrote to her Iaadlady here, throwing up
her rooms aud ordering all her belongings
10 be sent to her at Exeter directly. II
seems she does. not intend to show her face
in this neighborhood again. Of course, you
won't be surprised to hear that Tslbots
good father and mother have quite forgiven
her, and paid the months bills she left ow-
ing!'
Hester put her hand to her head in dazed
bewilderment Was she dreaming? Had
bora lost her senses2-0r was it possible
barely possible
She took the letter, and without even wait
ing to coil up the auburn hair, which rippled
over her shoulders, rushed to her sisters
room.
Janet! have heard from Dora. What
dos she mean? Was the report about Cap
tain Guest untrue2 Did he escape?
my dear, there WAS no need to escape
Luckily for him he was safe at khartoum
on sick leave all the time. Didn't tell your
His mother sent you message Perhaps
] forgot to deliver it. All | remember now
it was the day Mys!c was ill.,
Il heard nothing Of it till this moment,
7ben-vtry low-with down'bent head;
"Aad Lorette Tracy, Janet was that tale
false too?
Mrs. Ormsby laugEed heartily. "Ohl
Dora has been telling you the denoument OF
that story, has she? 1t seems her engage
ment was all q fabrication. Ingenious,
wasn't it? She would never have been
found out, either, if her supposed fance had
not come to life again so opportunely! Mac
did laugh when | told him about it. He
always rather admired Mrs. Tracy. Now,
Hester help me to think. Had better or,
der tapioca or sago for the chicks today?
Mysie likes sage best, but Jack
Domestic details like these, however, had
no power to invade the dream.land where
Hester was wandering this morning. She
evaded the children and as soon as she
could, hurried away BY herself to carry her
sorrow: to the lonely shore.
The purple sea was sparkling and dane
ing under the bluest Of Devon skies; the
white foam was throwing lace mantle over
the lower levels Of the Jagged rocks, apd
leaping over higher and higher toward the
white quartz pinnacles which crowned them.
Nature with strange sympathy had shed
sunshine and brilliancy over all the beauti-
full bay. Hester well-wrapped, sat long and
contentedlyunderthe shelter ofa great brown
ironstone giant looking out on the sparkling
waters, till shadow fell upon the book lying
so uselessly open on her lap.
1t was Colonel Ormsbys daily habit to
come ard escort her home, and being still
but feeble, for her spirits were aweary, she
had been glad Of her kind PrQther,in-law s
Strong arm 10 help her up the cliff. But to.
day a new courage braced her limbs. She
looked up with a smile, one of her old
smiles
II II do without an arm to-day, Mac,
she was beginning but the words died on
her lips.
The new conner was even taller and broad
er than Mac. His moustachios bristled
fiercely. and he was bronzed by desert suns
to the tint of an Arab chief.
Mac has sent deputy to-day, Hester,
he said smilingly She remained dumb in
trembling surprise, utterly unable even TO
gasp out welcome. But perhaps the light
in her eyes spoke for her, for Talbot Guest
threw himself down beside her and seized
her hands.
"Oh, Hester. You at least might have
known me better Then as still she did
not speak: Hester" very wistfully-"Hes-
teri have not changed
But have she whispered softly.
And in another moment her head lay on
his shoulder (they were so safely out OF
sight, and this bold wooer, whom Lorette
had claimed for her own, was holding her
against his heart in a clasp which deiied a
world TO take her from him
Colonel Ormsbv and his wife walking
down to The shore later, met the pair climb
ing the cliff together, pretty impersonation
of Loves Young Dream, Hester, who found
that she did need support after all, leant on
Talbots arm, while he, tall, bronzed and
soldier,like, was looking down tenderly into
her fair face half hidden by wind'blown
targle of auburn curls. She had been tell
ing shyly with hushed breath, Of the Via
DoIorosa her feet had so lately trodden, aud
listening with pitiful tears in her sweet syes
to his tale OF the dangers he had passed,