Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-10-10

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for a consideration, put up a sign board on
that rock with the inscription, Road to the
Blue Mass company's new mills to the
right and combine business with artl That's
the fault OF you geniuscS. But what's this
blankcted figure doing here, lying before the
furnace! You noversaw one Of my miners
thcre-and q Mexican, too, by his serape."
That" quoth Mistress Carmen, coOlly," was
put in to fill up the foreground wanted
something there to balance the picture
GBut," continued Thatcher, dropping into UNI
conscious admiration again, Its drawn to
the life. Tell me, Miss De Haro, before l ask
the aid and counsel Of Mrs. Plodgitt, who is
my hated rival, and your lay figure and
modelT @Oh," said Carmen, with 4 little
sigh, sIt's only poor Concho.' "And where
is Conchof % little im~patiently.) "HciSdead,
Don Royal" aDeadF' "Of q ~verity-very
dsad-murdered by your countrymen." Il
scc-and you know himf" "Iie was my
friend"
GOh!n
Truly"
But" Cwickedly, "isn't this a rather
CHASTITY advertisement-outside Of an illus
trated newspaper-of my property
aGhastly, Don Royal. Look you, he sleeps"
@Ay7 Tin SPANISH, "as the dead"
Carmen crossing herself hastily, after
tho fashion Of the dead"
They were both feeling uncomfortable.
Carmen was shivering. But, being a woman,
and tactful, she recovered her head first. 1t
is o study for myself, Don Royal; l shall
make you another"
And she slipped away, as she thought, out
Il the subject and his presence.
But sho was mistaken; in the evening he
renewed the conversation. Carmen began to
soncS, not from OOwardice or docOit, "a tho
masculine reader would readily infer, but
from some wonderful feminine instinct that
told her 20 be cautious. But he got from her
tho fact, to him before unknown, that she
was tho niece of his mean antagonist, and, be-
ing q gentleman, 80 redoubled bis attentions
and his courtesy that Mrs. Plodgitt made up
Der mind that it was q foregone conclusion,
md seriously reflected as to what she should
wear on tbs momentous occasion. But that
night poor Carmen cried herself to sleep, re-
solving that she would hereafter cast aside
her wicked uncle for this g~Ood-hearted
Americana, yet never once connected her In
noccnt pcurlanship with the deadly feud be-
tween them. Women-the best Of thenI-are
strong Is to collateral facts, swift Of dcduc-
ton, but Vague as children are to tho exact
statement or recognition Of premises. II IS
hardly necessary to say that Carmen had
never thought Of connecting any act Of hers
with the claims Of her uncle, and tho circum-
stance Of the signature she had totally for
gotten.
The masculine reader will now understand
Carmcu's confusion and bushes, and believe
himself IN ass to have thought them q con-
fession Of original affection. The feminine
reader will, by this time, become satisfied
that the deceitful minXiS sole idea was to gain
tine affections Of Thatcher. And really /
don't know who IS right
Nevertheless, she painted a sketch for
Thatcher-which now adorns the company's
Office in San Francisco, in which the property
is laid out in pleasing geometrical lines, and
tho rosy promise of the future instinct in
every touch Of tho brush Then, having
earned her wage" as she believed, she be-
came somewhat cold and shy to Thatcher.
Whcreat that gentleman redoubled his atten-
tiouS, SEEING only in her presence a certain
mspri5C, which concerned her more than him.
self. The niece of his enemy meant nothing
moro 20 him than an interesting girl-to be
protected alwayS-to DO feared, never. But
even suspicion may DO insidiously placed it
noble minds
Mistress Plodgitt, thus early cstopped Of
matchmaking, of course put the blanc on her
W sex, and went over to the stronger side
tho mans
Its q great pity gals should be SO curious
she said, soto voce, TO Thatcher, when Car
men was in one Of her Sullen moods. "Yet l
s'Pose it's in her blood Them Spaniards is
always revengeful-l6e the Eyetalians."
Thatcher honestly looked his surprise.
why. don't YOU see, she's thinking how all
these lands might have been her uncle's but
for you. And instead Of trying to be sweet
and" hero she stopped to cough.
Good GOdg' said Thatcher, in great con-
Germ, Il never thought Of that" He stopped
for a moment, and then added with decision:
Il can't believe it; it isn't like her.
Mrs p. was piqucd She walked away, &c
livering, however, this Parthian arrow:
wei, / hope faint nothing IrorSe."
Thatcher chuckled, then felt uneasy. When
he next met Carmen she found his gray eyes
fixed on hers with q curious, ~half-inquiSi-
torial look she had never noticed before. This
only added fuel to the fire. Forgetting their
relations Of host and guest, she was abso-
lutely rude Thatcher was quiet but watch
full; got the PlodSitt to bed carly, and, under
cover Of showing n moonlight view Of the
Lost Chance Mill, i" decoyed Carmen out of
earShot, as far as the diSmantled furnace.
sWhat is tho matter, Miss Dc Haro; have |
offended your
Miss Carmen was not ware that anything
was the matter. If Don Royal preferred old
friends, whose loyalty Of course he knew, and
1eho tgero ADORE speaking III against a
gentleman IN his Gdrersity-oh, Carmen!
feD il he preferred their company to later
JriendS-why-the masculine reader will OBJ
serve this tremendous climax and tremble-
why she didn't know why he should blame
her.
They turned and faced each other. The
conditions for a perfect misunderstanding
could not have been better arranged between
two people. Thatcher was q masculine rea-