Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-11-15

and expressive, and the moonlight seemed
to bring out new beauties subtle and name
less. ;,
"How pleasant it is to drift in this way"
she said. zone feels as if he could go on
forever
Not drifingT Burnham exclaimed, as
he took the oars again, but working, So
snd with such compsnionship, yes, forever
Margaret, YOU must have known for long
time that love you. Will you marry meF
BE rested on his oars and bent bis eager
ewes upon her. Such an abrupt svowal
fairly took away the girls power OF thought.
How could abe think with that eager gaze
bent upon herr Itsll must mean 30 muchtc
him, too, lift could change his face like that
his ewes were cleaning, his features WORK
ing and 30 pale. She had intended to have
him marry in her story, but the heroine
was somebody else o, dear, If she only
80 frightened, and could get her breath
opce more to answer this man, whose gaze
was becoming more terrible, not at all like
his usual smiling, friendly glance. She
did not think that he might be suffering
from doubt and suspense, while waiting
for his answer.
%, no, l cannot-I cannot" she gaspsd
at last. 81 never thought; / only want
ed
To smuse yourself. see. Bat no
woman shall wreck my life BY her false
ness; have sworn il" This through his
set teeth. :.
/ How like q Nemeis he looked, with bis
white, rigid features. Could she tell him
that she had no thought of filtration? That
abe only wanted hero for her silly love
story? Not now. She would write to him
| in the morning; she would tell him all
and if he could forgive her-then, thought
could 60 no further.
The boat touched the sand of the shore
Burnham helped her out in the strong pro
tecting way that always made her teel sc
safe and secure with him, so well taker
care Of He drew her baud through his
arm, as he had done so many times before
and slowly they walked up TO hotel. The
band was playing the soft voluptuNou'
strains of a Strauss waltz. Margaret list
ened to it and felt as if she were walking
in a somnambulistic state On the piazza
which was almost deserted, Burnham turn
ed and directed her attention to the nlyery
reflection of the moonbeams on the waters
Of the lake.
Beautiful, but tickle and inconsistent"
her companion said, with bitter laugh.
Then he released her hand from his arm
and said Good night" Was it good nigh
or good.bye2 Margaret was not sure Sui
haunted by that nightmarish feeling, she
went up to her room. She began to teal
that she had not acted very well toward
Durham. If she had not sought his friend
ship through love of admiration such o.
would actuate the coquette. had her motive
been any higher or nobler? How con
temp,ible seems now the silly story she had
/ been planning. She almost felt az If she
must rise from her bed and burn the manu-
script which contained the record of her
folly. Torecover her former positionin Burn
hams esteem was now the most desirable
thing in the world, and the most hopeless
/ for what did he consider her but heartless
couuette2 And the explanation of her
conduct that she had to offer would only
serve to lower her, if possible, in his eyes
/ Could she hope to meet any favor IN his
sight after confessing to him her motive In
inviting his friendship and then receiving
his attentions was simply that she might
make him the hero for simple love tale
Well, she would at least confess, and that
would be some explanation-the beginning,
perhaps.
She slept at last, and in her dreams she
wss rowing again with Burnham on the
lake. Then, as she became alarmed at the
/ tossing of the boat, she saw that 1t was
Fred Gibson and not Burnham who held
the oars; and when, struggling in the wa,
ter she shrieked for aid; it was Perkins
who responded, standing on tbs bank,
( afraid of wettiug his shoes, and holding
out to her his gold-headed Gaze.
Mr.. Burnham went eff on the early
train Miss Gresham" said Ernest Rad
chffs across the table, the next morning
at breakfast. He seemed little sorry to
leave this part of the country, on account
of the fishing 1 suppose" this With look
at Margaret Intended to be arch.
There was suspicious click of MArga-
ret's spoon against her cup, but she gave
no other sign Of the nervous chiils that
these words sent to her very fugerIips
HE was boss fisher, too" said Fred
Gibson. He took in more bass and pick
erel in al hour than have ever been taken
in that time by any man on the lake.
So Margaret was not required TO answer
and in the midst of flood Of snecdote
"reminiscences, etc, let loose By Fred asser
/ ton, she managed to escape unnoticed and
go up to her room.
So Burnham had gone without another
word. Her explanation had begun already
though not in the way in which she had in
/ tended.
Margaret went home. She had had bel
experience, the very one she had sought
but now there seemed mere bitterness coI
uected with it than anything else. Sue re
sumed her writing, but her ideas did no
crowd each other very much. She wE'
dull aud pyeoccupied. The pen would tAl
from her fingers aud she would SIT wrsppeC
in gloomy reverie for hours. Then she
would set herself to the task and write
steadily 30 many hours each day. But o.
last she had remOieled her first story and
was ready again to read it to her sister
who was busy as usual with domestic cares
"Ah, as told you before" remarked tbs
matron after Margaret had finished, the
love scene is good, little too intense
perhaps, but the rest Is execrable. John
ME- do not pull the babys hair! One
must really enjoy many years otquiet, do
nestle happiness before she can write
knowingly OF home life. Mary, don't LEI
the baby poke out his eyes with that stick
Any one almost can imagine love scene,
Il am afraid su failure after ali,
unused Door Margaret in the solitude of her
own room. Like foolish child, did
not know the worth OF my treasure until
threw it away for a straw, and now this
fails even to amuse me-
The days went by. Margaret pale and
thin. She could not eat, she could Lot
write Her sister declared that Margaret
had lost her health by being so much about
the water. Sac had heard that the atmos,
phere about lakes was mslarious. She re-
commended tonics, Margaret assented
with a sickley smile, and threw the medl'