Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-05-03

hide cackling laugh, that came swkuardI
Is though ashamed OF Itself.
II suppose he is free to marry bis frs
owe now. If he VIII, Mrs. Tom said coldly
And he'll do it--as sure IS live he'll d
itp Mr.. Tom struck his hands together q
be spoke
"NOw that things are at crisis wit
her"
"You would Ike i'll do believe 20,
would like it. though you know that our chill
dren are his heir.
ooh, hang it. Rebeccal Our childrer
will be as rich as Jews, and why should VI
grudge him . fragment Of eontentment il
his old sgeT
Becoming suddenly conscious of the pas
sage OF time, Mr.. Tom made his exit hastily
and his wife was left alone to ponder.
The rector was widower and childless
lis parish was a good one, and as he had
als avs lived economically, he must have 8
goodlY store OF aecumulations now. Mrs,
Tom liked money, and Mrs. Tom had man
seed to make many indirect streams tricSle
into her own pockets ere this through man,
agement. Mrs Ton would not have been
RultlN Vi u CEAulAudI aCllDu lOE TIC
neither would she permit herself any coursg
that might look ike scheming. but in her
tin Mrs. Tom had known the value oil
msny sr,fully simple lodges, and the chief
Of these was to remove temptation when she
knew it might be formidable.
Mrs. Thomas Hornby had as many An
nual thousands as her husbands brother had
hundreds, but what did that matterH Busi-
ness was uncertain, said prudence; who
could tell what 9 godsend the rectoVs saw
lngs might prove one day to her poor chill
dren? II she could help it, she would not
permit this second marriage.
Mrs. Tom discussed the matter with her
sell, pondered on the possibility Of circum-
stances playing into her hands, and finally
decided that It was safest to rely only on
herself. She sat quite still for half an hour,
and then she rose with rustic expressive
of decision, and took her way up the wide,
softly -carpeted stairs.
Fiue rooms opened on either hand, fine
pictures smiled down on her from the walls;
but Mrs. Tom went on to her room at the end
Of the corridor, and opened the door.
A pale woman who, stood buttoniDg her
gloves by the window, started and looked
up iinidly as Mrs. Tom sailed in.
Are you going out, Miss Spence
YES. the children have asked for an early
wall, since the weather has grown so hot,
and so have taken them to the park for the
last week after breakfast"
You should have consulted me about it. !"
Mrs. Tom said coldly.
81 did not think it mattered," the COVER
ness answered, shrinking little. "They are
to have walk, and when they get it at the
best time
The best time is questionable; in any
case. you should have consulted me.
Miss Spence did not answer that address
ing this large, prosperous, selfassertiye
woman was an ordeal from which she
sbrark.
"ludeed, have ofen thought lately that
On assume TOO much, Mrs Tom went on.
You are TOO independent in your ways,
too confident of YOUR own infaE6i!ity.' Miss
Spence locked up at her with the sott, plead
;ng e,es that were the sole beauty insher
pale, plain little face. Mrs. Tom did not care
% rrsst them SIS she continued "And 80 |
ave decided that it would be better for Us
G h 20 make change.
Very well, Mrs HorHby.
The little governess accepted the fiat calm
II, fer the absence Of hope teaches endur-
al ee: and then she went out with her pupils
and paced the park, where the glory OF the
sunlight was falling like benedicuon, and
wondered why she had ever had the burden
of life cast on her.
Meanwhile Mrs. Tom, indifferent to the
act that she had pushed heaven further into
he background Of desolate life, was writ
ing gushing letter to her dear brother at
FairView.
II was a hot afternoon in early July;
here was not cloud in the lofty dome OF
The sky, aud the few trees dotted along the
dusty highway flung dense shadoRes here and
there, while in the distance the heat seemed
20 set the landscape dancing to measure
Of KS own. Mr.. Horribly sighed several
times as he went down the Fairview street,
and more than once he frowned, as people
do to whom, either in suggestion or in re-
atty, something unpslatable has been offer
ed Perhaps the heat oppressed him, per-
maps the dust annoyed him. For surely
there could be nothing in the CHEEKY letter
folded in his bresst.pocket that could veN-
any one. -,
is Miss Priscilla at home? lie had
stopped by the little oak door over which
the roses and honeysuckle clustered so low
"Yes, sir" Jane had appeared in answer
20 his knock, and he noticed that she had
lost the brisk, complacent bearing OF former
DAYS
Then tell her | am here, please.
Mr.. Hornby entered and seated himself
on one of the pretty, chintz covered chairs
in Miss Priscilla's cool, fresh little drawing
room. How pretty everything was, from
he handful of roses and ferns in the glass
dish to the light curtains swaying in the
5re,ze! But how could any adjunct OF
Mss Priscilas ownership be other than
JreIty? And to fancy her toiling for .. PIT
;ance in his BROTH Tor.s household
Aeai2< 10 disguised look spread itself over
rs countenance, and this time 1t could moi
os cue either 10 the dust or the sun.
Have you heard OF anything" he saic
spxiously, as Miss Priscilla entered.
No; bat you have" She wore SNOWY
ap and gown Of some soft stuff, and sh'
Us smiling at him, although there were
troubled lines about brow and eyes.
Il Oh, no; it is worth nothing; only
letter from Toms wife.
And IS she like all the rest, 80 anxious
10 help and sorry-so very sorry, that sh'
knows of knothing suitable Just now?
There was little anger in the smile tina
plaYed over Miss Priscillas lips as she pu
her question. -,
No; she does not write that exactly.
He rose hurredly and went to the windo7
and stood looking out at the honey
blossoms of the wooibine that pressed
against the psnes.
Then what does she write? 1t is yer.
important to me.
Mr. Horribly groaned.
You will believe that have done M yer.
best for you?' he said anxiously.
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