Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1889-03-03


tur,s Nest by two Of the vile creatures, ana
before helm could reach her che was SO tel
ribly torn about the face asst oe ulsng .1l
for life. It's never eafe to venture up three
uuarmed, for even yet
A piercing SHREK, followed by another
and another here rent the air, and the t1ere
men simultaneously started to their feet.
OoCe more that terrible cry for help rang
out. IT,,
vo;cs The Yulture's Nest"
With blanched faces the men hurrledIy
orssped their riff e ard dashed of toward
The sp,t whence the cries seemed TO come.
Suddenly, as they Issued from thick III
dsr,ro9th, o terrible sight burst upon
them. Far above, on an Overhanging
rock. her figure clearly outlined against
background of szare, anguish depicted on
every line of her face, stood Laura Mac
Leoi. while above her circled an immense
vulture, the u,canny neck outstretcbed
and the small eyes sparkling with greedy
expectation.
The men stood rp7llbound, and tnsn,
with a shout, Chester led the way up the
incline, his eyes fixed on the girl he had
learned to love so we'll. At that moment
the monster ceased circling about its VIC
tim and prepared for attack. Just as 1t
poised itself for the last fatal sweep, the
sharp report of 2 fa rang out on the
still air, and the creature fell dead at the
feet Of its intended victim.
The next mom'nt man emerged from
The ehrubbery noar by, with Ilte, sill
smoking, trailing after him. He ran to
the row prcstrats giIl, and knesllng be-
aide her, chaf.d her wrists and held 10 ner
Inns a small flask. By this time Chester
and his two companions, breathless aud
speecFless reached the spot where Laura
s'How csn thank you, Sit? You have
saved my darlipg's life" cried Mr.. Mac
Leod, sobbing wiik jy.
Laura soon return d to onecouenees
and Chester explained to her what had
taken places D0liug the excitement that
followed, her strange savior was entirely
forgotten. When, however, they had re
pained calmncss, they found that he had
disappeared az silently aud suddenly a.
he had come. They searched the sur
rounding ground fo- some trace OF him.
but without avail.
1t is needless TO state t9at no more
skstching was INDUCED in that day.
One evening, week after the adventure
on Vulture's Nest, our friends were all
congregated in the drawing-roOm at Boz
ME Park. when servant made his appear
ence with the announcement that man
had called and desired to see Mr.. Mac
/ Leod. The old gentleman Immediately
rose aud followed Be- jamin out OF the
room. Soon his voice was heard in the
hall extending hearty welcome to his
visitor. and the next moment he reentere1
the room arm in arm with none Other
than their elusive friend of the Vultnre''
Nest incident. He was remarkable look
( ing man, tall and er,ct in carriage, with
sad, handsome face, golden brown beard
and deep blue, penetrating eyes.
Laura thanked him with her own sweet
simplicity, ard Chester and Mcleod wer'
loud in praise of his GOODNESS and bravery
| Hal stood little aloOf from the group snC
concentrated his gaze upon its central fig
ure. For him the stranger had an mex
plicable fascination.
After they had thanked him to thei
hearts content, the stranger made know
/ the object of his visit He had found {
locket on the scene Of the encounter, anC
thinking one of the party must have los
it, took the first opportunity to return TIT
triuket-a small, oddly-shapsd affair-oI
seeing which Hal exclaimed;
my locket! You have made me you
debtor, sir, for I prize this triuket yerl
highly. Itwss gift from my father t
my mother before was born"
The stranger started slightly and
deathlike plllOr oyerspTead his face.
Would you have any objection to nay
seeing the interior Of that lOcket?"
Hal Looked surprised, but silently open
ed the triuket aud presented it tC tn
stranger. The latter gave hasty glanc
at the picture within and started back
almost dropping the locket as he did 60.
81 beg your pardon for my awkward
uess. And is this a picture of you
mothel?n
Eyes, taken shOIt time after her mar
risge," answered Hal.
"Strange, strange ~ nuttered the other
Can it be a mere coincidence? No, it i
impossible Loving sir, I know not VIII,
you are, but the picture yo1 have shown
me is that of my WIFE"
"Your wife," gasp Hal.
Yes she is dead. She and an only
child were killed in q railway accident.
Hal turned gastly pale. 1t flashed
through his mind that his mother and HI
had a narrow escape from death in a rail
way accident soon after HE fathers de
mise. A startling suspicion was dawniul
on his mind. In an unnatural voice b,
spoke:
'Hsve you undoubed proof that they
we're really killed in that ac3ident?n
The stranger took from his pocket s
| time-stained newspaper. He pointed ST
/ lently to a paragraph describing a fats
railway collision; and there in the list O
and her baby boy, Halstesd Moo e."
The paper dropped from the younl
mans lifeless hands.
'My Cod man, what is your name?''
be cried
The strangers face was white with sup
pressed excitement, as he answered:
Archibald Moore.
Father" cried Hal, 81 am HalsteaC
Moore, your son.
The next moment the father and SOY
were locked in their first embrace.
But little more remains to be told. 4
week later the husband and wife whom
fate had so cruelty torn asunder were Onct
again united and happy.
Some months sitter, in a quiet LITTLE
Scotch church, double wedding ceremony
was performed. Laura Macleod changed
her name for that of Chester Lawrence
and Helen Thornedale became the happy
/ wife of Halstead Moore Boston TrareUer
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WHAT do you wish to find? Perhaps
can assist you, for I fstter myself that
am well acquainted with Pope" Mis-
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