Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-12-27

sn alley rather too rio'oGs for her lSlog'
and he saw her hesitate once or twice.
But further on, when they entered Uarf'ck
street, be himself bas'ily lessened the DIS
lance between them. for 'hings were begin
ming to look omjnous. Halt a dozen s"'i
ors' British aLd foreign, bur all drunk, aud
all very much excited, had just poured out
OF one of he worst public houses IN Inc
Quarter, aud were commrncipg a free hgnt
among ,bensslvea. A little rhrong ga'a-
cred, cur-ing aud cheering, Il oo''ruct,
Ing the path gay ard Iris stopped, = good
deal snyhrened Dick noted one police
msu on tie rxr-atnc CT shlrts OF tae CTS
tur,suce l~eisurriy wbisr!iag for help; ano
debt all happened in an instant-s
drunken Lascar broke out OF tbs thropg
and caught Iris by the arm. She uttered
q low CRY. The next moment that Lsscsr
was living on The pavement, TO which DlcH
had flung him with perhaps unnecessary
force.
Not for long. he was up again, with q
demouiacal lock If rage on his face, and
he spraug at Dick like a wild BEAST, some
/ thing flashed in the crimson tavern hghts.
Thea g. IN q wild dream, the Ihrong melt
Cd sway. with fierce cries aud eJscuisilons,
and Iris was kneeliug u: Dick Warrington 5
side chafug his hands. There was a sur
geon standing By, and one or two constA-
oles, looking down compassionstely on the
PROSTATE figure, and some one had sad,
There a no hope. For the Lascar 9
aim was not made false Oy passion, and
he had struck at the heart. A strange and
wild dream, a life that she had tried 10
scorn, passing away Tor her sake into the
darkness. Dick seemed 10 wake from o
heavy sleep, with the sound Of the sea IN
his ears IS il Numbered against far distant
rocks. Stay was It the sea or the tumult
Of the great city? The city was growing
silent now, wrspt IN al ever-deePenlng
tranquility. Then memory came back to
him he knew what had come 10 pass;
knew that he was dying. With a pang at
first, but when he raised his eyes, and saw
Iris Ender5y face bending over him, be
was content. 1t was as colorless as hls
own; but there was a new expression MN
eled with it's ~intenseness, q look that he
had dreemed of seeing there, but had never
thought to see in waking life, that touched
him with p vague fear.
This is good Of you he said family.
81 think it will not De for long"
Can you forgive me? said the girl IN
a low voice. You have laid down your
life for me.
Dick looked at her with amazed eyes.
The surgeon had turned away; the two
constables were speaking TO each other IN
husky undertones.
What have ! got TO torgi, ~ he asked
wonderingly. But 1 will never forget you
All. wish nv life had been worth your
taking A poor, poor failure. If had
known you sooner might have had the
heart to begin again but losl hope early
God knows why. You will never let it
trouble you, this happy tate Of mime
1T will trouble me, she gaid slowly, "all
nay life.
instant q strange look Of nobility iEradlated
his face, e look it had not known for msny
u year.
Forget il. am not worthy Of one re
srettul thought from you. Indeed, indeed
am 10, worthy. And how could II end
mere happily For II | had hTed shouId
have sunk yet lower, and ron ! am not
wholly base.
He paused his words were growing 10
coherent.
And you will give me the h~eliotrOpe
you are wearing to take into the darkness,
and | never =hall be loueiy
II have 10 heliolrope,' said the girl
clearly, through chs shiyrred IN the Au'
gust night, hut ! vii! give you q rose.
The rose she had worn was dropping
now She laid il in his hand; then, StooP'
ipg suddenly, she kissed lis forehead with
Il long, soft kiss.
A light flashed into.his is:e, aud an eZ.
preston so brief 50 transient. she never
knew whether 1t had been Of Joy or pain.
=. Then ell grey dim.
For years after there was one street that
never echoed TO Iris EndCrbys footsteps;
but now, OF all dreary haun;s in London,
she loves Garrick-5 street the best, and the
children have learned to wait for her com
ing there. With outstretched hands, and the
scent of tvliotrope, es she passes, floats on
the heavy sir.--iisy Kendall, Il Loug-
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