Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-12-12
several Not one Of US would miss Mignon's
days for anythingr
aAnd which are her daysyn

days for anythingr
~And which are her daysI"
@An the festivals-C Christmas, New Year,
Valentines day, Easter, Bank holiday and
all. Oh, beg your pardon, Mrs. Stamerp
as a lady on his left addressed him @How
do you dot Full room this evening, is there
notir
avery. And how are you, Capt Hank
nessl hear am to congratulate you"
SEr-thanks, very much" in tone as il
he did not want to hear any more Of the
matter.
Il hope you wiz be uery happy" the lady
continued, bandly.
"Er-thanks, very many" returned Hank
ness, civilly.
sand when is it to bel" Mrs. stamer
went on
Now this, Hardness thought, was going
Just q shade too Ear in the qualification Of
what he considered to be mere idle curiosity.
@Well, to tell you the truth, Mrs Stamer,"
he said, politely, shat is a question / have
not yet asked myself"
~Oh, reallyl returned Mrs. Stamer, feeling
very much as she might have done had she
Unexpectedly ran her head against a stone
wall
Il was Just as we'll for her comfort that
some one addressed her at that moment
Hardness. with look of annoyancs, turned
back to Olive.
There's nothing so annoying as inquisi-
tiveness," he murmured.
"lmpeytinence I call it." said Olive
sharply.
swell, one might almost say so; but dare
say she only meant 70 show kindly inter
estr-his usual good huror coming back TO
him @But are you not going 10 wish NE
joy alsoi'
Olive lifted her big eyes with a smile.
Every joy!' she said in a low and tremu-
lous voice; then gave a start "I-I-beg
your pardon, Mr.. Hartog; what did you
sayP
Hartog, who saw the quivering of her lips
and the sudden deepening of the lovely
bloom upon her cheeks, replied that he only
asked her how she liked the concert
"Oh, immensely And Trebelli is more
enchanting than ever" she replied, with
an enthusiasm such as one might expect
from young lady whose soul was in Eiys-
ium.
"Yes; / think so, too That Marguerite
song is charming, and just the thing for st.
Valentine. BY the by, did you get many
valentinesP
"A few"-the bright smiles beaming out
again instantly; "and very nice one' Oh,
they are beginning again! What borel
Never mind, we shall see you afterwards"
But it was only for a minute that any Ct
them had chance of speaking to the Cop
plethwaite people when the concert was
over. 1t was Lucy who had the extreme fe-
licity Of helping Miss Weyland into the car
riage, he being the nearest to her, and the
crush very great; then it rolled away out of
the circle of light cast by the lights of the
hall into tho darkness, leaving all the Of
iicers standing in group together.
Olive was supremely happy that night as
she recalled the soft and gentle look in his
eyes, the tender tones of his voice tho smile
upon his lips, as he asked her, "Will you not
wish me Joy alSoP She felt that life was
good, most good. Oh, how far, far away
seemed the miSeries of doubt and uncertain
ty through which she had but just passed.
How good o thing it was to love and be
.cved!
Ale will come tomorrow" was her last
consc oIs thought that night. "de will come
today" her first waking one of tho morrow
How good and fair and lovely was every
thingl The leafleSS trees had all at once
gained a new beauty, the feeble winter sun
a new glory; the dogs barking before the
log fire in the hall were moro engaging that
day than she had ever known them, and the
great Angora brindlel cat, which made a
flying leap from tall oak cabine: onto her
shoulder rubbed his bu'hy cheek against
his mistress ear with n sleepy ~Three-
thrums, three--:hrums,' which was music
Itself Oh, Love is such mighty power, n
great alchemist, who turns the whole world
into purcst go,d
She had luncheon by herself, for her pat
rent; had gone to lunch at a house some
miles away. Not that she minded in the
east She made very decent meal of
fricasseed chicken and jelly, AMI then went
upstairs to change her pretty gown for a
prettier one in anticipation OF has coming.
Just as she claSpod her broai goli collar,
from which the sapphire locket hung by a
large hook, she heard the sound Of horses
hoofs upon the drive below. She did not
wait an instant, but, snatching up her hand
kerchief, ran down into the hail, where she
came face to face with-Mr. Hartog.