Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1885-03-10
THEY MEET NO MORE.

Now for a canter over the hills and
away"
The wind comes mp briskly from the
river, golden sunshine peuetrates every
thing.
What misery is there in the world for
Clara Jafer as she gives rein to her fleet.
footed Bruce! What though against her
~throbbing heart a letter lies that she wept
over for two hours before? This is her
psnsces for all iIl-tides that the ocean Of
life thus far has swept upon her-au entire
surrender OF herself to natures benefcent
elixir.
A lively group OF friends in waiting
among them Harry Gordon, who greets her
yaGantly. What need longer to heed those
haunting words that seem to rise like q
voice from that precious, wounding, hidden
letter?
No, notwithstanding her sick heart, she
viii ignore this calling oversight from one
who has been acting the role OF lover for so
long and now chooses to leave her without
touch of the hand-a glance.
Away, Bruce!" and a merry face is
turned back to meet Harrys discounted
one, as he promptly answers her chellenge.
You are wicked to-day, Miss Jaffer. You
know my Carl had not a fair start"
But the wicked flee when no mar pur-
sueth-eh, Mr.. GordonY'
A sigh struggles up and chokes her flip
pant words, but q laugh is all that is heard
by her debonsir companion.
With the twilight closing in, and Harry
lingering over the clasp Of her hand at the
gate, in the midst OF her merry bsdinage,
ike q knell striking across gay music, comes
again this message so lately read:
DEAR Miss CLARA-I leave England to.
morrow. Perhaps it is best under the CIR
eumstances that we part thus distantly.
That your life may be q happy one, in the
future coming to you, is the earnest wish OF
your friend. EDGAR HALsrEAD.
an the future coming to herr God alone
knows what future will come to her now
Cholera, did you say, Mr.. Gordonr and
it has reached Parish
ut has touched there, but is prevalent in
the adjacent cities"
A chalky little face, with its eager starry
eyes; Is lifted to his.
He puzzles a little at this and then to
himself ,
"Ah, / thought as much! DR.. Halstead
is establishing his E~ractice somewhere in
the vicinity of Paris
Harry Gordon loves Clara Jsffer. But
what does he do to night2 Take her IN his
arms and tell her not to fear, rs he longed
TO do at this moment? Tell her that Edgar
Halstssd shall spare himself for her sake
that he can bring him home at once, and
will!
No; he takes nofarewell beyond his usua!
one. but he goes home and pens the follow
ing lines:
Come back. Don't throw away your
life seeking practice among those Southern
towns at present. You are needed here.
You are needed BY Clara Jaffer. Her eyes
told me 90 tonight when / said your city
was affected by the plague. She loves you,
not me. You are egregiously mistaken, old
fellow.
And what does ClaraH She goes to her
bed to toss about, with wide staring eyes,
till dawn.
you are pale, this morning" remarks
her mother during breakfast.
Her noisy young brother m in before
S0e Gun Ecplls
What 9ge think2 Hal Gordon's got q
telegram sayin' Dr.. Hslstesd's down with
the cholers-oh, mother, look! What's the
matter with ClaraY' as his sister falls for
ward, white and unconscious.
Harry Gordon comes that night and tries
TO tell her the rest. There is no need, she
knows in the first glance at his friend lace
that he is dead.
Later on, be says:
Before he went he told me to be your
friend. He mistook something you said, l
now think. and must have heard some tool.
ish talk coupling our names together. On,
and his face whitens In sympathy as he
speaks, holding her little lump fingers be-
tween his own, Let me help you if can
! am 90 sorry.
Now. for the first time, she weeps-weeps
ara means for that heart that has been
estranged by her own fatal, foolish coquetry!
Weens for the dear manly life gone out
zone out 50 grandly while saving other
lives. Weeps-oh, how she weeps for her
lost, lost love! =
Oetober's red sunsets streams its glory
through the gaudy foliage, and Clara, pale,
sill, weary, looks forth at it.
Can this creature be the radiant, bloom
ing Clara oflast spring.
That patient, tender, faithful ~friend-his
friepd-the friend he bequeathed to her,
steps M to her side, and g light stirs in her
I A. 1ack,n1 ahadnus Of