Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-04-05

nv ideal cod / shall Keep toll. And. whs
is more, If she Is in Florence, sooner OF later
shall indemnity her. !"
"But you know nothing Of her except he
handwriting.
'And Is Sotthat enoaghT Looking o.
his keen eyes. and remembering that he wa;
IN habitue of the Ksiths house. Mabel fell
sure that it was quite enough. Aid he'
heart sank within her.
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That was not the only time that Mabel
Talbot and Mr.. Grantley discussed the
charming girl who bad permitted herself
such q liberty with his letter. But though
be persistently stood her champion, II did
not prevent his faling-and very comP3cts-
ly too-in love with this very pretty Young
woman of twoand-twenty who was as fresh
ard merry as child No day passed with
out his seeking Mabel
One day he overlook her carrYiny book
from the library.
'"Nrs. Oliphant's Life of st Francis
Alb! nv pamesake,~ he said, taking her
book from her.
More likely your nsmesake if he had
been St. Frank" answered Mabel, laugh
ing.
He laughed too as he said: THAT does
not sound very saint.like. But as it hap
pens. have never been called Frank in my
life. Ny dear mother disliked the abrevl-
alton; and, oddly enough, at school, though
nv nicknames were numberless, Frank was
not one of them. As he told her this, Ma
bel telt that it was no use saying any more
against herself The children had been right,
and she had found Francis alter all. But
was he her Frsncis2
From that day she felt an absurd jealousy
Of that ideal young lady traveller. More
than ever did she dread the thought Of his
discovering her identity with herself. She
became even more vigilant in concealing all
writing of hers and also avoided the subject
as much as possible. Helen Keith, however,
who had long known his side of the story,
brought it up one Gay during walk up tae
hills to Fiesole, the little Etruscan city
which overlooks Florence.
NO" he answered, 81 have not seen the
handwriting, but shall see it one day.
Then he had one of his hearty laughs, in
which Helen could not help joining. Mabel,
on any other subject would have laughed
too
81 know shall see il" he continued; Il
feel II in the air Don't you feel things in
the air, sometimes, Miss Keith
Yes, feel Trsmontana like to-day.
Ard Helen shivered as the fierce north wind
met them, a, d drew a shawl up to her face,
bur it was chiefly to hide a smile. She
knew Mr.. Grantley's feelings tor Mabel;
also the latter's ridiculous and evident
ieolousy-a fact which could not bat give
him hope.
"How practical you are, Miss Keith. You
seem to take a delight in snubbiug me.
You snubbed me, ! remember, the first time
had the pleasure of speaking to you.
Did I? Then I beg your pardon. | won't
do it again.
But | like il, he said quickly PRAY
spub me--in YOUR own way-as much as
you like.
1T you talk of seeing strange hand.
writing in the air, warn you thar shall
DO so.
"But do feel it, assure you. Did you
never play at the game Of crying hot aud
cold? Well, | feel like that feel near to
very hot"
Then you may be sure that this north
wind will be followed by south one. A
sirocco always follows Tramontan. He
was, however to prove himself right
The very next day, when the Keiths and
Mabel returned from drive they found
Francis Grantley awaiting their return. Ma
bel had only made few steps into the room
when she gave a suppressed shrek aud
turned to fly
Mabel what in the world is the natter
cried Mrs. Keith and her daughter.
"A great deal is the matter" said Mr..
Grantley, an ill.concealed joyousness in his
voice, while he watched Mabel as a cat
watches a mouse. "a great deal, can tell
you. | have been nearly roasted in your
room" Mrs. Keith, always the most con-
cerned of hostesses, went up to the fire,
when her daughter gently but firmly turned
her toward the door.
Surely might take off one of the logs"
Mrs. Keith was heard eXpostulating as the
two were LETT together and alone-Frsncis
Grantley comparing a pencil list Of books,
written out by Mabel, left lying on the table,
with an envelope on which were written her
thanks-and Mabel, her hands before her
eyes afraid to see in his what he thought Of
her. In some more polite form he must be
going to rudely break the waking dream
which had followed the real one. Her
Francis" he could no longer be now. But
what happened instead? He was kneeling
at her feet trying to remove her hands from
before her face.
Miss Talbot Mabel! You dearest and
sweetest. His words ceased
abruptly and he sprsng up as the door open
ed and Helen looked cautiously in. When
she entered the room followed BY several
visitors Francis Grantley was its only occu-
pant. He and Mabel had only second Of
lime 10 look at each other, but during that
second their hearts had mutely finished and
answered those interrupted words
Mabel was in tumult Of JOY. He did
not think of her as her sensitive love had
feared, but she was his sweetest
The remainder she could fill up for herself.
Had she not known "her Francis" before
he had known her? Had she not seen that
look OF love on bis face before? When she
returned to the sittiugroon her joy re-
ceived its first check. Francis Granlley
was gone, but other visitors had come who