Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1886-10-22

has none Of the ways of the politician. She
Is direct or nothing. Witness her rejection
of a politicians SON.:
All the time his hat was whirling on the
cane, and Dorothy caught his sentences
like sparks foom q Japanese rocket. As he
paused she said: "Why do you eome to say
all this to me, Mr.. Chapman? Why make
it a personal matter?" because it is a
personal matter to me, Miss Harcourt. !
want you to be my wife" The hat was
now laid aside and the zane lay against his
chair, but Irving Chapman understood
Dorothy well enough not to take one step
nearer her. 1t seemed to him having
known this woma was to have shown to
him all his presumption, conceit and ego
tism. There was no doubt in his mind
that he was very much in love with her,
but he had q most uncomfortable sensation
of standing in awe Of her.
And / was the price of the election?"
She was q superb Nemesis as she sat there
looking at him with her gray eyes radiat-
ing topaz lights and her white teeth almost
closed.
Not at all"
Irving stammered, but was at q loss to
continue. He had not expected this turn
o fafEairs. He had counted upon her SYM
patty with the political machinery.
mo, Mr.. Chapman, l am going to make
you accountable for the sins of both our
fathers. Whatever your prime motive in
desiring to make me your wife, l believe
that at this moment you are sincere in
thinking your present motive personal.
Let us put, then, all ulteriOr questions out
of the way. / do not wish to be your
wife"
Though Dorothy gave such a positive
mo" to that lover, the yielding ''yes' is
seen on the last page of the novel:
She stood there, both hands toward him,
and he took them. twill you forgive
me" he said, ''all my brutality, all my
blind stupidity? Will you let me make
your life sweet and happy? Let me make
up in devotion what l lack in all that you
are worthy Of, my queen, my life, my
loveu'
For she had not protested and her hands
lay passively in his, and he needed no an
swer.
Wainwrightin Edgar Fawcett's GA Cen
tleman of Leisure" now printed in new
form by the Riverside press, is q model
man in some things. He deserves the love
of a good girl and this is how he claimed it
for Ruth is indeed a good girl:
Wainwright instantly followed her. He
her just as she placed her foot on
the first step of the staircase. She looked
round and saw him. Then he caught her
hand and held it hard-so hard that she
could not free it ifshe would.
will you be my wife," he said very
low, yet quite distinctly.
Ruth burst into tears. "Ah!" she muir
INJURED, 'you are asking me because you
pity me-"
81 am asking you because l love yOu,"
he said.
Her cheeks had fired to scarlet. His
clasp upon her hand was s~lackening a lit
tie and she,drew it away. Without another
word she turned and went upstairs.
Wainwright still followed her. Knowing
that he did so she paused in a small central
hall near one of the drawingrOoms, richand
dim with the Winter afternoon light.
Let me speak with you for a moment
here" said Wainwright, pointing towards
lnlS TOOul. Ills NOlCC was uCSpAg ISuuCl ~
he faced her.
Not now, not now" she said. She had
placed her hand on the banister of
the next staircase. Again he put his own
hand about hers, hut this time with q soft
touch. She did not resist him; she stood
there with tears falling swift and large
from her uplifted eyes.
Eyes" he said, ''let it be now. | want
you to sit at my side and listen to me. 1t
need only be for a little while, ifyou wish.
But let it be now"
She yielded and he led her into the
quiet, vacant room. There they sat down
one of the sofas. Nearly an hour after
wards Mrs. Spring came upstairs and
found them thus seated. The room had
grown somewhat DINNER.
wainwright rose as soon as the lady
crossed the threshold.
Mrs. Spring, "he said, Il have asked
sister to become my wife and she has
consented"
Notpron,r tb;o iS difrarant from the WOO