Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-07-12

sanction II abe had nevw sssn hin sesin,
Il u improbable that shs evsr voun have
cared for another; perhaps shs would have
waited in eternity for the sequence Of that
6rst glance Of his.
They fingered on til the honeysuckle wooed
the meadowsweet in the deep lanes above
the village, and the young Summer was in
It's beauty. Then there,came moment when,
the two being alone in the woodland path
oyerhanRing the sea, John asked Margaret
to be his wife. Il was the sweetest time of
the afternoon, Just before sunset, when the
day has lost Its WEAKNESS and the sky is
calm, and the sunshine is dimmed by soft
haze.
Mr.. Townsend had left them in order to
write letter which he had forgotten, and
the others had sauntered toward the village
in dreamy silence. Then she became aware
tfat ne was asking her to be his wife, telling
her that she was the sweetest woman he had
ever seen. Whence then her sudden shrink.
ing from him, as in feari
II am not good enough" she cried. She
was afraid oi her JOY, for she was timid
woman, but in the midst Of his wooing he
was vexed at her humility, not understand
ing it, for he was only offering her scsnty
srmiul Of firstfruits, and she was returning
him the full harvest of her soul, though she
did not know its valne. he drew her to him
and kissed the brown hand and laid it on his
breast. She began to cry-she had been 30
greedy of Joy lately, and here was its perfsc
uonl
And he?-well, it was the sweetest hour
L. L. g. Il
with her simple dress and manner, and her
serious brown eyes aud uudertone OF joyful
ness about her, satisfied the more.spiritusl
side of his nature Ard get she was not
the ideal of his past which ideal had been
compounded of softvoiced Cordelis, passion
ate Juliet bright Rossind, witty Beatrice,
and dear Desdsmona--in fact of ell the
sweets Of many, natures compacted into
one.
She was not his heroine, but he was her
hero, and htr gladness inclined toward sad
ness; for a true woman sees herself value
less st the moment she believes that the
man of men" gees in her precious jewel.
Are you sorryT he asked, hal jest
irgly.
Sorry" she said, and, with frank yet
coy gesture, she nestled close to his heart.
III.
marlborough il country town, seated in
the midst OF q smiling plain which stretches
to line Of low wooded hills on the north,
and loses itself in the far horizon ineyery
other direction. 1t is q sleepy town, full of |
old houses and old traditions, and prides |
itself rather on its ruins than on its famous |
wooden manufacture. It is built in the form |
Of a eross-indeed its main street is called |
Crossgate. In one of the arms of the cross |
the one toward Woodleigh, with its IA |
nous old castle-sre the best houses, in |
which the smaller gentry and the probes.
sionsl men live.
At the end of the Woodleigh road was
DR.. Euderby's house, large ana oid-fashion-
ed; and hither he brought his wife Margaret |
net lorg after their first meeting in the |
CloveIleigh woods 1t was change from |
the intense quiet of her girlhood to o large |
circle of fsiends, ana a few secret enemies
Blu, she wss Johns wife, and her sweet gay. |
ETY. led his house with sunshine; and she |
shaped herself hone in all ladness. The
old red brick house had pleasant rooms
TILED with comfortable furniture, softly, cush-
toned chairs, and low tables, and plenty Of
flowers; there were no dingy looking dsdos.
no sad looking discolored blossoms worked
on kitchen towels. As Margaret was not /
aesthetic, she preferred cheerful chintz and
soft velvet.
Her own sanctum was small room over
10 okipg the garden, and furnished with soft
shades of green. There were oak shelves
filed with her fayorite book, a writing table,
and few low chairs. At the window were
white lace curtains, ana on the msntelpiece
a Jar of Venetian glass that looked Like a
fragment of sunset. Near the window was
q stand Of flowers that varied according to
the seasons In the spring there were prim.
roses and violets-even q few tulips; IN
Summer roses and mignonette; In Autumn
and Winter ferns and moses, with perhaps |
q red gersneum to light them up. Outside
in the garden was great elm overhsnging |
he lawn. and the hower-beds were as old
fashioned as the house.
In this room of Msrgaret's John Enderby
loved to rest in his intervals Of leisure,
watching his wife with an interest and
strange timidity that grew deeper day BY
day Poor Margaret felt him further from |
her, and shadow fell across her life that |
the birth Of her little son could not wholly |
chase away. When the child was about nine |
months old it happened that she was often |
alone for it was an unhealthy Autumn, aud |
DR.. Enderby's services were in great requlsi'
ton, not only among the rich, but also |
among the poor-for he was gentle as well |
"a skilllful. Now and then he would come |
in and resume his old habit Of silently watch |
ing and listening to her talk about little |
Jack. How she loved that child What
sweet music his tiny fingers diseoursed on
that mothers heart strings!
One afternoon her husband came In as
she was sitting with the child on her knee
a bright fair haired, brown eyed boy, very
like his father. The baby stretched out his
dimpled arms to his father, then with a
child's mischief withdrew them, and hid his
face on his mothers bosom with cooling
laugh. She bent her head down on the
fluffy eurls, and caught his little bare feet
in her hand [shs naa pulled Oh bis shoes and
socks, the tiny rogueD and she kissed the
rosy toes with lovely mother worship.
Look, John" she said: isn't he the
mos wonderfully sweet child, this preci
Gus baby2 What should we do without
himT
She was flushed and laughing, arms and
heart full too; but sharp pang flashed
through him.
He answered quietly, "Yes, he is fine
boy for his age" and, bending down kissed
him; but he went away after that without
further speech. 1t often happened so now,
and Margaret could not divine the cause;
so she was hurt and turned more and more
10 the baby for comfort.
On this occasion the doctor went to his
study, locked the door, and sat down to wres
lie with himself, also to take stock of his
forces for that wrestling.
Terrible and sweet revelation to the mani
He had, as the phase goes, fallen in love