The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1886-04-07
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house the Datrells lived in, and
meant to die in, Berta used 70 say,
sometimes rebelliouslyt but always
hopelessly, until that staftling
evening when Miss Matilda came
home in a state Of emotional chaos
and threw herselfon the lounge
Berta was knitting an amazing
stitch beiorea dyspeptich htlIegfate,
with her feet crossed scissorsfa
ion on the fender,
4Iost your otlice2T CALCULATED
that young person, when she had
pieCed together the bits Of broken
sobs that fell from ber sister'sIlips
like the toads in tbefaity tale,
"Do give me that paper aud let me
see what itmeans 3
sItneaus-s starvation twor'
walled outthe disconsolsle Matilda
from che sofa.
II certainly did, az far as the six
lines Of official literature went; but
youth is soinsolent 10 lie hopeful.
ness, that when The youngest Miss
Darrell had buried the letter undsr
the coOls with a vicious little dig
her spirits mounted with The blaze.
"oh, Teddy, dear, don't 70 like
that; just think, there's enough
money in the tin bank to put a
silver streak in our cloud, and a
whole months salary, with our
bills paid in advance"
Seventy FIVE dollat,Ip shifted
Miss Darrell.
at is that much better than
nothing" observed Bertu, with a
philosophical nod at the crumpled
tup figure, and another nod-a con.
fden!ial one-at the fre. 81 be.
lieve / could smQggle US out Of our
troubles il you would only trust
the money to me-"
"Likely!' retorled Miss Darrell,
with a tear.choked sob Of contempt.
81 would as soon trust a baby with
matches"
That's what l call a burning
shamej but even allowing l wasted
the money, we would al least in.
dulge in new set Of Soss. There's
nothing like variety III ones mis-
cries, Matildaj and it you only
would trust me, l you'd buy TIVE
tickets right away"
Miss Darrell permitted the feeble
fire light to flicker for a moment
across her small, vet face, asshs
lifted il from the arm ofthe sofa.
tickets for whstH Tickets for
wheteR"
Anywhere answered Berta,
with a generous circle Of her brown
hands in the air. "For the West,
| guess, if the money would take US
that far"
Did lever"
"So, Matilda, yod ,cvetl If you
had ever dOncanyting else but plod
right on in that olJ rut Of an Office,
you wouldn't beorying because you
are out Of your rut to day. Serves
you just right for mt marrying
Jack. Oh, yop needn't moan or
wriggle like that, Teddy dear; it's
true, every word, and You know itl'
Miss Darrell raised her head
again, and this time her face was
flushed q dark, tempestuOus red,
and it wasn't 6re.light either.
"TFuo or not, you ate not the one
TO reproachl Ill have kept on plOd.
ding in my 'rut,' i. was only be.
cause you had TO be raised and car.
ed for; and now that | am weak
and unuerved from ny-py troub.
lie, you can sit there aud taunl me
with your own superior intelli.
genee. Wait until you have done
something to prove il before you
begin to brag. oh, my headl my
headI" and down ii went again
among the cushions.
"YOu don't consider my head,
nor my heart, either, To go on in
that unfeeling fashion. Yes, it is
unfeeling in You, Matilda, when
you know how il hurts me to ses
you suffer so for nothing"
"NOIhingf Good l.ordl"
II suppose and with statistical
cbeerfuluess the girlset herself bolt
upright and proceed to check of
undeniable facts on her fingers
u suppose the half the world would
change places with you and me to,
night. Just think Of the streets
lined with beggars; the hospitals
cram full Of suffering people; the
insane usylums aod prisons, and
"And then look at us. Two wo,
men not over strong, with only one