Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1888-09-30
ming M the steps into the house, and then

Ttey went into the drawing-room ana
found that Mr. Frettiby had gone up to
his study, and did not want to be disturb
ed. Msdge sat down to the piano, but be-
fore she struck note, Brian took both her
hands prisoners. ;,
"Madge," he said gravely, as she turned
round, "whst did your father say when
YOU made that mistaken"
"He was very angry" she answered.
"Ouite cross; I'm sure don't know why.
Brian sighed as he released her hands, and
was about to reply when the visitors ball
sounded; they heard the servant answer
it, aud then some one was taken upstairs
to Mr.. Ffettlby's study.
When the footman came in to light the
gas Madge asked who it was that had come
to the door.
81 don't know, Miss, b" he answered, che
said he wanted to sea Mr.. Frettlby par
ticularly. 50 took him up to the study"
"But thought papa said he was not to
be disturbed"
eyes, Mis-, but the gentleman had IN
appointment with him."
"Poor papa" sighed Msdge, turning
again to the piano. "He has always got
such lot to do"
Left to themselves, Madge began play
iap Wsliteufe,s last new vslss, a dreamy,
haunting melody, with touch of sadness
in it, and Brian, lying hzily on the sofa,
listened. Then she sang q gay little
French song about Love and Butterfly,
with . hooking refrain, which made
Brian laugh.
"a memory of Offenbach," he said, ris
ing and coming over to the piano. I'VE
certainly can't touch the French in witt
ing these airy trifes." -.
They're unsatisfactory, think" said
Madge, running her fingers over the keys;
they mean nothing"
"Of conrse not" he replied, but don't
you remember tina. Dis Quiucey says there
Is no moral either big or nttle in the lipsd,
so these light cnausons are something sim
liar"
"well, I think there's more music In
Barbara Allen than all those frothy
things" said Msdgs, with fne scorn.
Come and sing it."
"a fvs-act funeral, il is, " groaued Brian,
as he rose to obey; let's nave Garry Oven
instead"
Nothing else, 10 Tever, would suit the
c.pricious yoang person at the piano, 30
8risu. who had pleasant voice, sang the
quaint old dltty OF cruel Barbara Allen
who treated her dying love. with such dis
dain.
Sir John Graham was an ss,," said
Brian, when hs h,d flushed; "or, instead
# diving 10 such 81 ly manner, hs'd have
On .rrisd her right off, without asking her
permission "
81 don't think she was worth marry
iug," replied Msdge: opening a
book of Mendelssohu's duets; o.
he wouldn't have made sach tass over
her health not being drunk"
Depend upon II, she was q plain
woman. " remarked Brian grsvely, land
was angry because she wasn't toasted
among the rest of the country bellies. l
,bink the young man had q narrow
,scape-she'd always have reminded him
abou. that unfortunate oversight"
you seem to have anslyzei her nature
pretty WE'LL" said Madge, little dryly
''hlwever, we'll leave the feelings of
Barbara Allen alone, aud sing this.
This was Memberships charming duet,
"Would that my 1--we" which was
great f4vorite of Brisn's They were in
che middle Of it when Madge suddenly
stopped, as she heard loud cry, evidently
proceeding from her fathers study. Rsool-
Letting DR.. Chinston's warning, she ran
out of the room, aud upstairs, leaving
Brisu rather puzzled by her unceremopious
departure, for though he had heard the
cry, get he did not attach much impor-
tsnce to it.
Madge knocked at the study door, and
then she tried TO open it, but it was
locked.
"Who's there ?" asked her father sharp.
IL, from Inside.
only me, papa" she answered. 81
thought you were"
No! No-rm all right" replied her
father, quickly. go down stairs, I'll
join you shortly"
Msdge went back to the drawing room
ouly half satisfied with the exp snation.
She found B7isa waiting at the door, with
rather al anxious facs.
whats The matter?" he asked, as she
paused moment at the foot OF the stairs.
Papa says nothing" she replied, "but
l am sure he must have been startled, or
ne would not have cried out like that"
SIZE told him what DE-. ChinstOn had
said about the state of her fathers hesrt, |
4 recital which shocked Brian greatly |
They did not return to the drawing-room,
but went out on 10 the versndah, where, |
after wrapping cloak around Madgs, |
Fitzgerald Lit cigarette. They sat down
at the far end Of the vorandah somewhat |
in the shadow, and could see the hall door |
wide open, and a warm food of mellow |
light pouring therefrom, aud beyond the |
quarter of an hour, Msdge's
alarm about her father having
somewhat subsidized, they ware chatting on
Indifferent subjects, when man came out
of the hall door and paused for moment
on the steps of the veraudah. H, WAS
dressed in rather fashionable suit Of
Clothes but, in spite of the best of the
night, he had thick white silk scarf round
his throst.
"Tcst's rather cool individual" said
Brian, removing his cigsrett from between
his lips. II wonder what-Good Godw
he cried rising to his fest as tho stranger
turned round to look at the houss and
took off his hat for q moment-"Roger
Morelsndn
Tee mau started aud looked quick
" round into the dark shsdow
OF the vsrsndsh where they
were SEATED, then, putting on his hat, ran
quickly down the path, aud they heard
tue gaze c'ang after him.
Madgs felt sudden fear at the expires.
sion on Brisn's face, a. revealed by ray of
moonlight streaming full on ii.
"Who is Roger Morelsnd?" she ssksd
touching his arm-''Ah! I remember"
with sIdden terror. ''Oliver Whyte's
friend
YES" in hoarse whisper, land one Of
the witnesses ut the trial"
CHAPTER xxx.
MR CATIONS CURIOSITY rs sATIsFsED.
Tiers wa not much sleep for Bsi.n tnst
night. he lett hsdg- almost imGeoiately
and weat home, bot di not 20 TO bed. He
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