Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1888-12-02

ton most difficult for his host and hostess.
"Let.ers are vel ONE. Bertha, he said,
"when people caIn:t meet, bat have en-
joyed my I:hls visit more than ell the
psgas you have sent me. Thee IL very
little in letter.. Cn't you thir k yeur
wife grows handsomsr, Suickland?'
81 tell her 50 every day"
"And 60 he tells me, Bertha. His letters
are all about you. You havs . model
husband, my dear"
'1have, psp,."
Strickland nurg his hfad and regarded
the pattern of the ca'pst.
81 should like to see yo1r house,
Becth,, ;" said Mr.. Gsgory, af.er . moment.
The little party set out on tour Of the
mansion. Afoer an inspection Of several
rooms, ss Strickland preceded them into
the breakfast rom, the father stopped his
daughter and said: e.
Bertha, where Is your mothsr's FOR
trait?'
'Ths frame had got shabby aud We have
sent il 10 he reguilt," replied the daugh-
ter promptly.
"whtr. does it generally hangs'
There"
She assigrei to the picture, which she
had taken away with her, the first empty
spne on the wall that met her eye.
81 don't think thst very good place."
said the eli man. "Ah, what woman
she was! Wha. wonderful woman! You
should have known her, Strickland. You
owe her your wife. Whe she was having
me, poo. dear. she made me promise never
to hesitate to make any sacr:6c, that
stoald be for Bsrths's happiness; and 60,
when my little girl came to me ard said,
Papa, I can never b, hsppy without &C.
rari,' thought of my dear wife and let
her 60 feared, whsn sent her abroad,
l s.oald lose her. Well, You were made
for each o!ker. Do you remember your
fist meeting in Psris?"
They remembered it.
| TIE tour of the house was comp'etef,
and they returned to the drawing room,
Gerard and his wife copgrat 1latiny them.
selves, not withont reaso,, that the good
papa wss not very oSservanf, for many
t'ksu OF som thing abnormal had been
plain enough
With a common sigh Of relief the two
actors sank into their respective corners OF
their carriage, after seeing NJ. Gregory
of the next morning from S.ctoIih Not
a word was sooken. Berth, watched the
drops of rain that trickled down the win
dows. Gerard studied the back Of the
ccachmsn. They had again become
strangers.
Presently, moving accidentally, S!rick.
land t)uched his wife's arm.
81 beg your pardon" be said.
"Pfay do not mention it."
Perfect strangers! Yet both in the
s'le.ce were apxiously meditating every
event Of the last few hours, remembering
the m ost trifing upressions and studying
all they signified. As they came near
r.ss stree. the husband rsked:
Shall drive yon 70 your own houssv.
az am coming to yours to superintend
the packing. Ny maid cann't co IL
a!cns."
Ga arriving the wife at once wtnt ID her
chamber. Strickland, conscious OF utter
purr el,sspe's, returned to tie back
drawing Io,m and took mp the paper.
Bertha psss ID hs ckwEd and forward.
Once or twice he caught glimpse CT her
moving about the room. A. last he
looked mp.
you will tire yourself" he SSH, can
rot | assist on? .,
"No, think you. l have newly done. -
A few MINUTES later the came and seated
herself on the opposite side OF the hfe. shs
arm, AIRED tired. As she sat che looked
srour d to see if anything had been forget
ten.
IT think Il ra'ps less" said Strickland,
who had laid down the paper. -,
mo. 1t rains just the same as b.tore."
els the csrri-ge ready?'
& have ssnt u know"
Til, carriage would be ready 10 ten min
utas. Tiose tn inmates seemed IN etet-
nj.y. When the rant entered TO say
the carriage waited, Be,ths rose and stood
FIR n little Will. bsforc the mirror. arang-
irp her l.ces and IibSons with difficulty,
for h fingers ,remb!ed. Then she slow
" drew on her gloves and turned towards
her husband. lie had r,sen and was stand
ing waiting >,
&c ,cd m ,rniDg," che said, bowling
slightly. c,
Ia bowed, but made no reply. She
turned and quietly, with calm, even stops,
walked from the room. She could hear
,h,t he followed her.
They we're in the hal. Suddenly he
eoped to her side.
"Ber.ha! You are not going without
fret forgiviug me?" he exclaimed, IN o
voice 10 which grief mingled with passion:
She turrei round, and in an ics'ant had
thrown herself into his arms.
"DIrlng! you will Fever leave me
sgain?"
mo, no. Iowa. Never
Upprv rresyireH in Murrdys Magazine.