Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-06-13

i'll pleased to see bow srtistically abe has
him to her feet, bites her lip, losses
her head, looks angry still. The releasing |
her handkerchief from his grasp, and put
ting it to her eyes -
81 know this," she says. "If you really
lo-lo-loyed me, you would not let this mis-
cradle mo mo.money stand in our way!
And quite overcome with grief, she
pluuges into her pocket handkerchief, and
is lost to his view.
He will have her out; she will not come
He will dry her eyes: she does nat want 10
have them dried. He will make her stop
CRYING; she cries all the more. At last he
sinks at her feet.
Listen, Sophy; will do anything you
please. will make no trouble about any
thing. l will marry or not, just as you
like, if you only will stop crying. l can't
bear to see you cry; can't, indeed.
10, YOU dear old stupid!' she cries, uu-
yelling herself at the moment; and there
she is, rosy, blushing, laughing, triumphant;
She hiss carried her point and msds 1901
of him, and she losses her handkerchief 10
his face, and flies from the room, kilhog
him with retreatiDg eye as he tries 70
catch her in vain.
Nv wish is that every reader OF this tale
should, at all convenient places, have the
moral lessons of the passage pointed out
Here | will Just remark, thai II any resoeE
is very much in love with woman ana
she wants him to do anything which ne
does not want ID do, he may as well DO 1t
at once aud save time.
One other fragment of theiricourtsnlP' OF
later date, let me give, Just to show now
Sophia wove her web around him. she ID
at the piano, aud has been singlng In
Ouesta Tomba" to him. They are alone
in the little drawing room. aud PerclVal
says:
II am so fond of that melancholy mu
Sic"
Melancholy music Will you have some
more"
please"
i Ripple and dash. her hands fly across the
KEYS. Ripple and dash the notes glance
off her finger tips in kind Of audible spray
Then with oae look behind her at him, auc
j a face full of fun, she starts oil:
We TWO.
Laugh! if your heart beat light, dear boy
Alone and merry are we;
| For love Is the game, and am the 10Y;
/ so laugh, if you ike, aI-me'
Sing, II your heart beat light, dear boy
| Like lark DER sunlit lea;
| Let the first trill be Passion, the next be JOY
And the end OF the nusic-me'
Dance. if your heart boat light, dear boy;
There's nobody here 10 see
You can be saucy-and can be coy
Dance with YOU arms aOout-me'
Just for one hour OF needless joy
This shall our paStlUlc be
Laughter aud singing and dancing, dear boy;
And only yourself and-ms'
She ceased. aud turned up thorough
flirting face, sparkling like brook wheI
the sunshine glances on IL through moving
leaves. 0, she was ready for q bic OF trollt
iust then, our grave Sophia with her serl
business aud natural pjetY, aud all the rect
Grave Young women trJlIc az times, my
uoins,rucyed reader, aud | would have yoC
know it.
But Percival, more prossic than sNe-
perhaps more in love just tden-looked a!
her, aud nis eyes gre" mo'ss Win Ienuof
ness and delight as he gazed.
II don't laugh much Sophy. l dance
badly and l cant sing at sll "
An old. grabbed, awkward thingl' sh'
replied. HIS face il crosspatch. His steF
is o halt His notes were learned IN
rookery."
No, 90 what she will, she cannot make
him laugh. He is too much III love, anc
his gaze makes hgr more serious, too. Th'
twinkling lights in her face pass Oft. Sh'
begins 10 give him beam for beam, full o
earnest affection. All the brook ls running
deeper now, and the lights fail on it stead
lily
But the awkward BOY loves little SophlE
more than ali the world beside
Does he, truly?
"Mors than all the world beside. Ho7
old The words are! Hos new aud trest
each lover eau make tbeml
"Aud he will go ca loViug-tOreVer ant
forever and foreverH'
Forever aud forever and forever"
Then" Sophia cried, spreading out heI
arms, why are you standing over there
stupid thing? Don: keep me waiting any
longer Come aud kiss me"