The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1885-07-15
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But one sentence respecting q clue
he WAS following up held her fast.
Gould Il be herself be was looking fort
Baltimore was in the south, 50 Why not
open her lipshn declare that she was
bore ia New York waiting for him 70
come 70 herr Yet what Il she should be
waiting and the .elue' should tarn out
torefer 70 something else, q matter Of
business At this Instance peculiar
clicking IN the instrument warned her
that tie wire might be switched OIL any
any moment and her opportunity 10
lost.
sthrT She called out softly.
Hwas the name he had Gskel her to
give him twenty years ago, and itnow
\ Game 10 her lips and passed from them
into The instrument almost before She
reali Cd Il was spoken.
| Agnes rs L yon3 Whore are youi
Strecl and number instantly before the
Connections y
She Heard no more but gasp called
pltthe hunkel address, then hung np
the car piece and dropped into her chair
With q lace as white snow. Yet even
nor tho instinct % work was strong
swithin ser. and not many minutes had
elapsed before her feet were again oh
the treadle, and the whirr Of the ma.
| chine once more filed the room. Now.
however, It's accompanying rhythm in
her brain, was not all in the past tense,
for, Did he hear mel Willhc comet
kept upits eeaseless throb till 1t seemed
as Il tue words must be stitched to
every seam Of the shirt she was hem.
ming.
But ns time went by the little dress.
maker tried to prepare her heart Tor the
disappointment.
q may have dreamed II all while
listening to the playing Of March
Through Georgia., so many blocks
away, . she said to herself. "ltstwenty
years since we parted, and be was 90
then and IL. Absence, they say, is
the tomb Of love, and though Of course
with mo" Here Miss Myers sprang
up with the second little scream she had
given that morning.
This time, however, it was not the
telephone, but the front door bell that
had started her.
~ must open it myself-there's no.
body else, and she hurried out to tho
stairs Il dare say its only the millin.
er's boy with Miss Helens bonnet"
But was it for tho sake Of the MILL.
ncr'S boy that little Miss Myers paused
to give her hair q smoothing before thp
hat-rack mirror in the hall; And surely
no milliners 10, was ever 20 received
on his business roun- s as this one, when
tho door wasopenrd and closed-lloboly
remembered how or by whom-on a
tableau that would have delighted tlle
soul Of Cosby Miss RicLCtt over the
way could she but have seen it.
ies, it was "liarry," twenty years
older, to 10 sure, but handsoncr, ii
possible, than ever, with not n gray hair
| In his head nor wrinkle ON Ris face
and with such a passion Of love in his
deep blue eyes that little Miss Myers
was fain to hide her own from tho das.
zlo of It and nestle close in those strong
protecting arms.
"And have YOU really been looking
for mo ever sinceT asks Agnes pres
emily.
es, ever since came back from
Europe ten-years ago is tho rCply. q
was sent there by The doctors 10 ro.
cover from tho effects Of wound, and
| wrote you nearly dozen letters then.
| know, though, Il was only because YOU
mover received them that they we're moi
answered. But when | came back and
found all traces Of YOU lost | some.
times thought you had hidden Yourself
purposcly 6ecause-bocause | had done
my duty to INV country. Yet j never