Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1888-10-07


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year, and her father longed to keep her In
this frame of mind.
Snow 20 down TO dinner, my dear," he
said, leading her to the door. Il wiz fol-
low soon.p
''Don't be long" replied his daughter,
Tor I shsll come up sgain," and she ran
down tie stairs, her heat feeling strange
" light
Her father Looked after her until che van
shed, then, heaviDg regretful sigh, re-
turned to his study, and taking ont the
papers fastened item togethe',
and endorsed them, my Confession"
He tten placed them 10 an envelope,
sealed il, and put it back in the deek. II
al in that packet were knowp," be said
aloud, as be left the room, what would
the world say?" :.
That night he was singulsrly brilliant
1t the diuner table. Generally very
reticent and grave man, on this
night he laughed and talked 50 gsily that
the very Iervants noticed the change.
The fact was he felt q sense OF relief at
having unburdened his mind, and felt as
though by writing out that confession he
had laid the spectre which had haunted
him for so long. His daughter was de-
lighted at the change in bis spirits, but
the old Scotch nurse, who had been In tine
house since Madge was baby, shook her
head
"H.'s fey" she said grsvely. "He's no
lang for the warld." OF coarse she was
laughed as-people who believe in present.
iments generally are-but, nevertheless,
she held firmly TO her opinion.
Mr.. Frettlby went to bed early that
night, as the excitement Of the last few
days and tie feverish gsiety in which he
had lately INDUCED proved too strorg Tor
him. No sooner had he laid hi, head on
his pillow than he d Iopped of 10 sleep at
once, and forgot in placid slumbsr the
troubles and worries of his waking hours.
It was only nine O'Clock, 80 Madge
stayed by herself in tie great drawing
room. and read q Few novel, which was
then creating q sensation, and was called
Sweet Violet Eyes" 1t belied its repu-
t,tion, however, for twas very soon thrown
on tie table with o look Of disgust, and
rising from her seat Madge walked up and
down the room, and wished some good
fairy would hint to Brian that he was
wanted. II man is gregarious animal,
how much more then, is woman! Thls
is not q conundrum, but simple truth.
"a female Robinson Crusoe," says q
writer, who prided himself upon being q
keen observer of human NATURE
female Robinson Crusoe would have
gone mad for want of something TO
talk to- This remark, though severe,
nevertheless contains several grains OF
truth, for women, as q rule, talk more
than men. They are more sociab'e, and q
Miss Misanthrope, in spite OF Justin
Mccarthy, is unknown-at least In civil
lied communities. Miss Frettlby, being
neither misanthropic nor dumb, began to
long for some one 10 talk to, and, ringing
the bell, ordered Sal to be sent 10. The
two girls had become great friends, and
Madge, though two years younger than
the other, assumed the role Of mentor, and
under her guidance Sal was rapidly i'm
proving. II was q strange irony OF
fate which brought together these two
children of the same father, each with
such different histories-ths one reared IN
luxury and afflueuce, never having known
want; the other dragged up in the gutter,
all unsexed and besmirched by the life she
had led. "The whiiligig of time brings
it's reyenges," and it was the last thing in
the world Mark Frettlby wopli have
thought of seeing: Rosanna Moore's child,
whom he faucied dead, under the same
root as his daughter Msdge.
On receiving Madge's message Sal came
to the drawiDg-room, and the two were
soon chatting amicsbly together. The
drawing-room was almost in darkness,
Only one lamp being lighted. Mr.. Frettlby
very sensibly detested gas, with its glaring
light, and had nothing but lamps in his
drawing-room, Away at the end OF the
apartment, where Sal and Madge were
seated, there was small table, on which
stood large lamp, with an Opaque globe,
which, having shade over il, threw soft
and eubduei circle of light round the
table, leaving the re,t of the room in a
kind of semi-darkness. Near this sat
Msdge aud Sal. talking gai'y, and away
up on the left hand tide they couli see
the door open, and a warm flood of light
pouring in from the hall.
They had ben talking together for some
time, when Saps quick ear caught foot
fall on the soft carpet, and, turning rap
idly, she saw tall figure advancing down
the room. Msdge saw it to, and started
up in surprise on recognizing her father.
He was clothed in his dressing-gown, and
carried come papers in his land.
Why, papa" said Madge' in SURPRISE
q"
"Hushw whispered Sal, grasping her
arms. He's asleep"
And SO lie was. In accordance with
the dictates of the excited brain, the
weary body had risen from the bed and
wandered about the house. The two
girls, drawing back into the shad'
ow, watched him with bated
breath as he came slowly down the room.
In o few moments he was within the circle
of light, and, moving noiselessly, along, bt
laid the papers he carried on the table
They were in large blue envelope, much
worn, with writing in red ink on it. Sa
recognized it at once as the one she ha6
seen the dead woman with, and with ar
instructive fesliug that there was some
thirg wrong, tried to dlsw Madge back az
she watched her fathers action with 81
intensity of feeling which held
her spell-bound. Frettlby opened
the envelope, and took there
from a yellow, frayed piecs of paper, which
he spread ont on tie table. Madge bent
forward 10 see it, bat Sal, with sudden
terror, drew her back.
"For Gods sake no." she cried.
But it was too hte; Madge had caught
sight of the names on the psper-"Mar-
risge-Rosanns Moore-Mark Frettiby"-
and the whole awful truth flashed upon
her. These were the papers Rossnns Moore
had handed to Wbyts. Whyte had been
murdered by the man to whom the papers
were of vslus-
God! My fatherr'
She staggsre blindly forward, aud then,
with one piercing shrek, fell to the
ground. In doing go, che struck AGAINST
her father, who was still standing beside
the table. Awakened suddenly, with that
wild cry in his ears, he opened bis ey es
wide, put out feeble hands, as if to keep
something back, and with q strangled cry
fit dead on the floor beside his daughter.
Sal, toTror-struck, did net les, her pes
anca of mind hnf snatohipu the nan ~