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

undertake to remedy these. If ! am not
mistaken in the opinion have long since
formed of you, you will prove dociie pupil
and, in time, will be an ornament TO the
circle in which as my wife, you will De cal
led TO move.
The fsngs of the NemensiS struck deeper
and deeper. Her conduct toward tins
man in the past had tended to foster his
coneeit and shape his opinion OF her. she
was to blame, she knew, but indignation at
his presumption mastered pity. sne rose
1T Is impossible, Mr.. Bayhss, she said'
II can never be your wife. l do not love
YOU; but do love "a man.
Then in the depth of her humiliation,
she broke down in passionate weeping and
left the room. =,
But the bitter dose had its effect. She
saw how enviable her position was to what
il might have been as the wife OF sucn
man. 1t was bitter to die lsmenting q lost
love. such as she had thrown away, than to
have to cater for life to the selflove OF the
Rev. Bsyliss. She felt as if she could
never take up her pen again, it had cost
dearly; but she occupied herself In house
hold matters, deVotipg herself to the
children, displaying an election for them
that quite surprised her sister. 1t was
but OVERLOOKING of full heart that the
children received, however; there were
depths and depths of of tenderness OF which
no one knew. Work is q panscea tor all
ills, and Margaret kept busy. But as the
spring advanced she allowed herself lit
tie while each day in which to steal away
TO her favorite nook in the orchard, and
there let her heart revel in the memory OF
psst ioys. She was sitting there one even
ing when manly form iuterposed between
her and the sunset on which sne was gaZ-
ing. 1t was Burnham. He came with
quick, impatient strides across the clover.
Margaret rose to meet him. They shook
hands, gazing in each others faces as if to
read what might be written there. Some
thing in the expression of Margaret's face
must have treasured him, for he said, as
he still held her hand in his firm grasp
81 have come back to see if you would
not consent to reconsider the question l
asked you last summer. / will not be sent
away so easily as was then.
II don't want to send you away, said
Margaret; "but after you hear my confess,
ion, you may not wish to stay" for in ell
the 10y of meeting him again, thefact that
she had confession to make was upper
most in her thoughts. She made him sit
down opposite her on one OF ths rustic
seats, and then she made her confession.
rs that alp" he said, when she had
finished her quaint story. "You must read
me the manuscript. l am impatient to
know Just what you were thinking OF me. "
II cannot" she returned; II have burn
ed il"
Then you must write it over. But you
haven't told me what answer you have for
my question, Margaret"
o, l loved you all the time. Did you
not know it?" answered Margaret.
YES, l knew it; but l didn't know
whether you had found it out vel" return
ed Burnham.
Her exclamation of indignation at his
presumption was smothered quite suddenly;
and a whispered But | was afraid that
you loved some one else better" quite sp-
peased Margaret's resentment
Did she ever write again. Last sum
mer, when I met them at Minnetonka, her
husband told me she was engaged in writ
ing book. which he seemed to think
would revolutionize the world Of fiction, |
am not go sanguine; but as she cares more
for her husbands approval than anything
else in the world, she will be satisfied, and
that is epough.-MinneaopoliS Tribune.