Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-03-14

commences 70 weep. Yea |
my qear father" she sobbed, "he is dead
out Will meet him. / will die" Victor
gaze9 at her in surprise. mo nv dear
my little darling" said he in a voice Of
tremuloas affection, not die-not die and
leave me alone" He paced slowly back
and forth. The room was dim tbs w;nJ
" Shlstied bitterly without A shadow crosse,
ms soul as ne pondered ever Marie words.
lie gazed upon her "a she bowed in prief
IN the dim light. A shoot OF flame would
ourst from the embers then die, showing
the dark curling tresses that hung over the
rounded shoulders Of the girl as she So,
there with bowed head and clasped hands.
There she sat; the only link that bound
him to this changing world. His ewes
grew moist. He went to her side and bend
ing down, put his arms around her and
kissed her dsmpene3 cheeks. mo child,
you must not die,-not for the world. What
would life be to me my little darling with
out yo1--wbat? No, no, go take your rest
and grieye not too much child. Rest will
do you good" Marie was silent, but she
kissed Victor good night as she was wont
to do, aud retired; to sleep? The old man
repIenlshed the fire, and lighting his pipe
sat down in his old arm chair, and soon
his mind was wandering among the ghosts
OF the past The wind blew fercely with
out. The fire blszed merrily. Victors
eyes closed. He was asleep.
Weeks have passed. Twilight again
perysdes the little rbom in Victor cottage
He ID still there in his old arm chair, but
not IN front Of the great FIRE place in his
accustomed position. He sits now By the
side Of little bed in the further corner OF
the room. His aged eyes keep watch upon
the fair sleeper whose breathing is heavy
and slow. 1t is Marie. The pale face and
sunken eyes denote disease The dull hours
creep slowly along. Old Victor is lost in
meditation, yet his eyes never wander from
his child. The room is dim and ghostly,
no sound breaking the stiffness except the
ticking of the clock, and the iabogei
breathing Of the invalid. Victor bends
over the couch and gazes iGteuIly on her
white face. Her eyes open. Does ny
little darling wish anything?' said he ten.
dsrly. Nothing" she said, looking up
into his face, a tender lovely light bright
and strange, beamiDg from her eyes.
Does my dear child feel better2' asked
the afecsionste old man IS be kissed her
Yes, better, but weaker. | dreamed
| father, that saw him, saw Maurice" 4
gloom crossed the mans features. yes, |
saw him father How grand he looked
| thought he came up the path to the porch.
He took my hand and said, come Marie
we shall go together. We shall never part
Oh father, feel that will soon be With
him, yet-yet-" Here she choked with
sobs. What my child?' said Victor, as
the tears rolled from his eyes
II don't like to leave you fsther,-but
We will soon meet" MY child, nv dear
child Marie, you must not leave me! You
will no. die child no! You will be
better in the morning. Sleep child, sleep "
He turned his head to prevent the drop.
ping tesrs from falling on her face. Alter
a long pause he turned and saw that her
eyes we're closed again. He again resum-
ed his silent vigil Slowly the hours drag
ged sloug until at last, the morning sun
streamed through the window blind. All
nature seem fresh and chearfll without
Victor was standing by the bedside when
Marie opener her eyes. The old doctor
called, and looked sadly upon the trail
! figure, and gave On ominous shake of his
head. He departed, but before leaving
the door he 6ecloned for Victor and told
him thai all hope was past. Poor Victor!
/ He returned to the bedside; tears stealing
silently down his ridged cheek, as he gazed
with a wild despsiring longing looS upon
the sweet pale features Of his dear dying
Marie. All day he sat. Night again fell
with silent sadness. Victor was still there,
watching tenderly, waiting lovingly upon
| her. Her eyes opened, aud light, strange
radiant and celestial beamed from their
depths. Father che said, 81 feel 80
strange l will--soon be gone. How
nov dark it grows Father can see
tham-motner. You--will come--father
desr. Mo,her-I AN coming. How dark
| it seems Ea.her-kiss me- good nigh"
Her arms made feeble attempt to encircle
tie bending form OF Victor. but fell back
mosionless. Her lips closed; she was
das3. Kiss after kiss was pressed upon
her white forehead and black curls. Sobs
from the depth OF an sfecnonata heart
broke the deep stiffness. No other sound
than this was there, to stir the senses of
the living or interrupt the peace OF the
dead
Two days later 3 cortege of mournful
maids and villagers stood around new
made grave, Marie MORGAN was no more
The twilight again gathers in Victor's
cottage. His aged form is before the FIRE
IN his we'll worn chair his aged glance
peering into the euoers as before. Thcee
months had elapsed since the death of bis
daughter. 1t was June now. The inter
vgniug time since that sad event impressed
still deeper upon his thin face the wrinkles
Of sorrow and age and whitened the sllver
in ais hair. MusiHg. dreaming, he wander
ed back into the past A knock at the
dooy-Vicsor raised his hesd, turns and
pauses then rautters out, come in The
door opens, and through the gloom, a
person dressed in military uniform, enters,
Victor peers curiously toward him, --s'irs
the FIRE, then turns his look once more
mon his guest. A credulous, then hor-
riied look passed rapidly over his counter
sncs 90 he started back and shrieked.
"Ghost or devil, living or dead what are
your >,
the handsome officer with q surprised air.
"You, Maurice Rschtort! No, no. yon,
are not him He lis dead, dead tell you !!
Screamed Victor.
What does this mean Victor L am
NOT dead bat as strong as ever. have re-
turned once more to you and my gentle
Marie. Where is my little darling 10
nigbtYo A wild beHildered look crossed
the old mans face. He sunk back into
his chair. Ct :
dead" .,D,. nu
Victor what do you mean? On, God 1t
cannot be! Marie desd,-no. Yes,
said Victor in savage tones as ne rose from
tbs chair, "she has slept four months IN
the crave. She died of grief over the
death of Maurice Rochtort; but you
Here Victor looked at him with glance
Of anger and fury in his eyes. You are