Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-04-25

preston / was actually going to nave mar
ried you; in fact, ] might have married
you, and not tonnd out the truth till all
was over"
Mrs Temple had by this time begun to
get an inkling of the whole truth, and nov,
like the general she was, she prepared to
crush the enemy. First she stretched out
her hand imperiously, and signing to .
small armchair.
"Sit down there" she said.
Amazed in his turn, but quailing already,
Mr.. Brent o5eyed. How be got safely
seated is q mystery, for he never looked ut
the chair, nor lifted his eyes from her.
when you first came into this room,
she said, in more imperious tones than be-
fore, 81 thought you were drunk. The
next minute | thought you were mad. 1t
took little longer to Grow me that you
are neither, but only impairment"
The little man. gszed up at her open
mouthed, like q dying fab. All the
strength Of his fury was gone.
How dare you ask me my ageT she
now demanded, driving the question into
him like dagger. He, realizing for the
first time his own absurdity, made no an
sRer.
when did l tell you l was forty-fveT
she asked, changing to cold, sarcastic
tone. Tell me"
well" he stamuered; Il don't exactly
know; but everybody said that was your
age, and-snd r-hs scratched his head
with pitisble air-"I supposed you must
have told them"
sob, then it seems it was not that said
soT'
"0h, no; it was not you"
He made this admission eagerly. to show
tn at he was ready 10 be civil. She went
on, growing colder as he grew more con-
fused:
You spoke Of marrying me; had you
ever asked meg'
mo; l hsd moi" he replied, with dis,
NAL expression Of CONSERVATION. But |
-I-I-fsncied- -"
"You faucied that you are so engaging
that the only question is whether you ask
or not The lady's reply would be like the
vote Of thanks at your missionary meetings
it would go BY reclamation"
He hung hi, head. 1t was o new ex-
perience in life for poor Mr.. Brent to have
to sit siert ly by while the demonstration
that he was an ass was quietly and losi.
cally worked out.
Now, Mr.. Brent" she said, calmly, "let
me enlighten you. You are an amusing
chatterer, snd you have q position in this
place. did not object to know you, and
to be on easy terms with you. But as TO
marrying yon, should not have done it
not even il you had knelt at my feet for Q
year. You are not agreeable to me. /
don't think you would be agreeable to many
women. You might fnd some one who
would marry you for your money; / tell
you csndidly don't think you will ever
meet woman, be she twenty-five or forty
FIVE or seveDty.Gve, who would marry you
for yourself"
Mrs. Temple the miserable man said,
now thoroughly absshed. 81 feel have
made great bluuder. Had ] not better
bring this visit to en- end2"
Not unless you wish it, she answered.
1--WE can change the subject, that will be
sufficient"
1t was the qnintessence OF contempt,
and reduced him to the station OF buzz
zing 49, which need not be killed if it
cesses to make itself dissgress5le.
She rang The bell and until the servant
appeared che allowed the clergyman to
enjoy his situation in sileuce.
Send the young ladies here" she said
Poor little Mr.. Brent hung his head low
indeed, as the girls came back. Suppressed
fun and curiosity were in their every fes-
ture; but schoolei in selt.possession by
their mother, they were careful TO appear
as far as possible upconcerned.
Girls" the little lady said, looking upon
them With eyes Of Gre, MIR. Brent has been
here on curious mission"
he looked up at her, appealing for mercy
and she returned bis look with an expires.
sion which he believed denoted that mercy
was out Of the question.
He has been inter eted about an old
woman in this psrisb OF whom he heard
much that was favorable. He was going
to make her q parish annuitant; but, for
tunately, before he committed himselfs he
was told certain facts about her. He
learned that she had AAiseonducted herself
at the time oi-,he French Revolution,
vl. il not. Mr. BrentH'
He could not answer. He looked ct her,
petriied and dumb.
Mr.. Brent has been very cautious" she
won't on he has not told me the name oil
this old woman. don't really think, girls,
her history-or the business Mr. Brent
called about concerns you at all. But
still thought | would like to ask you il
you have heard OF any old woman in this
parish Who IS very old. and tries to seem
tery ycUug, who miscoDducted herself du-
ring the French revoluionY'
Never heard OF her" the wondering
girls called out ell together. Don't you
know her pame?'
"You zee, girls" she answered, mr..
Brent is so very discreet that he never
makes blnDder. Hs can hear everything
and say nolhIng Az ssid, it does not con
Germ you. nor ma either, only Mr.. Brent
thought it did We shall not speak OF the
matter again. Nor Mr.. Brent shall We
have our little walk in .ss garden3'
he rose vi,h them, trying to find word
which might enable him to ploy the psrl
che assigned him; but rome came. Only
as they descended the fight CT steps into
the grounds he managed to whisper in her
ear, H.. G'e abe ciererest roman I erer
! kRstc."
She turned upon him with look full Of
meaning.
My good man" che whispered back, in
accents Of the utmost acorn. don't trouble
yourselt to aay what lam. You are q great
toot'
TO BE COSTISUED
A Brave Young Woman.
Hdrpe'I Bdag,
Young lady lin Sixth avenue restau.
rant - Pa pnn keen ant GlAIaY