Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-07-18

She looked at me earnestly, rs she did 80
| saw with delight that the color was slow
" coming back to her cheeks. | saw, too,
that her eyes were OF dark brown ina
matched we'll with the shade OF her hair
while her voice was regaining something OF
the depth and mellow sweetness which had
attracted me when she first spoke.
| tried TO treat the whole affair as joke;
and. in part, think | succeeded. As the
GIRL recovered from the sudden fright and
Shock of the encounter, she regained the
composure of manner which had diStin-
guished her when she entered the carriage,
and bv and by she smiled and gave me
fresh subject for wonder and admiration as
I contrasted the deep color of her lips with
the nearly whitenesS of her teeth.
But confess that Twas somewhat piqued
when found that although Enthusiastically
grateful to me for the assistance | had rem
dered her, she showed no disposition to take
me into her confidence, Amid her repeated
inouiries rs 10 whether still felt the smart
of the cut on my lip, and her renewed eX-
pressiOns of gratitude, she gave me no hint
as To her reason for desiring to avoid the
companionship of the man with whom |
had ON her account, been brought into such
UNPLEASANT personal relations, nor did she
make her own identity in any way known
to me.
Vet If this reserve made me feel rather
INDIGNANT. that feeling was lost in the sense
of Measure with which l sat beside her.
Never before, l thought, had l met with a
woman so beautiful And rs we changed
the conversation, both manifestly trying
TO get rid of TIM memory of the scene ut
the railway station, and we talked on other
and more pleasant topics, l quickly came
10 the conclusion that she was as sympa-
theatic as she was lovely. 1t is not long
tourney, as my readers probably know,
from York to Scarborough. In less than
an hour and half we had reached our deS-
tination. But long before we came in sight
of divers Mount felt towards this beau
tifuI Young girl, with the splendid figure,
the lovely eyes, the rich complexion, and
the smile which was frankneSS itself, as
had never felt toward any woman before in
NV lonely and uneventful life.
"Ah! so we have reached Scarborough, !"
she said. 'How quickly the journey has
passed! Do you know the place? 1t ism
first visit to it. Perhaps and she bluShed
as she spoke-''we may see each other
again some day; but don't know" Her
voice, thought, grew sad rs she uttered
these last words, and delicate veil Of re-
serve seemed TO pass over the beautiful
face into which was gazing now with an
admiration and interest which l made no
attempt to conceal.
81 hope So" / said eagerly. Il shall be
staying at the Grand hotel, and everybody
here must constantly meet upon the parade
at the saloon"
Ihoped that she would mention her name
or at least tell me to what hotel she was
going. Nay, for an instant wild idea
crossed my mind that she might ask me for
NV own name, for the circumstances under
which We had become acquainted with each
other were certainly unconventional, and,
in nv youthful experience, / fanCied that
they almost justified such departure from
common usage.
But il was clear that thiSwas not her in
tention. She made no direct response to
my words But she gave me her hand,
and while sheagain thanked with her voice,
she thanked me still more warmly with her
ewes, which met my own for single instant
in a glance that thrilled my heart.
Then, attended by the demure maid, by
whom no word had been uttered during the
whole journey, she left the carriage, and
was almost directly lost to my view on the
crowded platform.
At the table d'hote that evening fear
paid little attention to the prosings of the
old gentleman by my side, who insisted
upon taking me into his confidence as to
the prospects Of the trade of Bradford and
the state of politics in the West Riding !
am afraid, indeed, that despite all the in
formation which he gave me in the rough,
honest tones which found to be one of the
characteristics Of most of the people around
me, should stand poor chance of gaining
a competitive examination on the subject
of the Bradford trade. Whether its speci-
atty is wooden or worsted, broadcloth or
shoddy, / cannot say even now, although
certainly ought to have known a great deal
about it after my hours talk with my good
natured neighbor at the table.
But all through the long dinner my mind
was busy with the scene al the railway sta
ton at York, and with the face of the girl
who had made me her slave. Yes; difficult
as it was to realize the fact, l could not
dispute it /, Cyril Fenton, twenty-five
years OF age, sober steady and thoughtful,