Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1889-04-07

cherishipg the grand passion as unfortu-
nately as your mother did"
The flame had at last reached the pow
der. Not till lo0g after did know why
the mention of the mothers name in such
terms thus affected the daughter. When
did know l wondered no more at the
effect of those words. A fiery flame shot
into Miss ClRTe's hitherto controlled face
"DO not dare 10 mention her name
sgainn she cried in the tones OF an in
suited queen.
Really" exclaimed Gilroy; "have 1
offended you by mentioning your mother?
i wonder if she was as hand
some es you are at this moment. If she
had been, hardly blame that man for re-
csiviDg all she offered him.
The fury Of unspeakahle agony and de-
SPAR RACED in Miss ClaTes eyes; her
mouth turned white again, and from it
there broke the words
my mother! On, my Cod cannot
bear that!'
Swift as death she raised the pistol
which had never left her band-the finger
had not left the trigger She did not re-
quire time to take aim; if she had, l might
have restrained her The flash that
streamed from the pistOl was not half SO
terrible as the fra l knew wes burning
in her soul, hut its mission was more in
Simultaneous. Gi!roy dropped without q
sigh, with the last haunting smile still on
his lips.
spraug to Miss Glare. The instant
she had discharged her weapon she mad
thrown il from her, and stood covering
with her face in her hands Mortified as
was by the deed I felt most wildly the
temptation that had urged If. l realized
too plainly trait l might have done Il my
self, had my own pistol been ready loaded
az hers had been. l tried TO remove her
hands from her face, fear taking posses
sion Of me that her reason might leave her
ia this dreadful time After moment
she allowed me 30 withdraw her hands and
look into her face. For an instant
she net my gszs. 1 should not
have recognized Ter eyes, as
tins same l had seen Que minute ago. Soft,
sweet, rs the midnight sky Of Summer,
they looked into mine with inextinguish-
able regret signing il their depths.
"Oh, Viviane,' l cried, thinking for one
ecstatic moment that my love was return
ed. A deeper shadow fell like veil over
her face. Sac moved away.
ATTEND 20 him she said in voice
o, anguish, and turned ana fled toward
the house.
All this bad not occupied a moment
since the shot was fired. l bent oder the
fallen man with despair in my heart.
Prostrate, senseltss as he Was, l almost
hated him, for l felt TINT MY future YVES
impene,rab.y darkered ana l thought 1t
was TO him I owed il. He was hit in the
side, whether moItally or not l did not
know, but l vas sure be was badly
wounded. Stanching the flow of blood rs
well as I could, l ran TO the house and
sent the child for the aearess neighbor
to help me get Gilroy to the
shelter Of Mrs. Jerdsn's roof.
Answering all inquiries by saying that
she had been accidentally hit whlls we
were firing l finally Quieted The voliey
Of questions that were leyeled az me anG
succeeded with the help OF the man who
came, in &c ting him on to one OF Mrs.
Jordan spare beds.
Then gallopsd il furious haste after
surgeon AT nigh.isI OF that day
it VS. decided that Gilroy was very
severely, but IL was 70 b hoped, not dan
gsrously wounded" The manner, more
then me words OF the surgeon. sOOthei my
spirit. Not till then did know now l had
drasd 10 hear q worse sentence.
Miss Clare had KEEP, her room. Mrs.
jordan said she w3s so much disturbed by
the accident that she would not come
down. I begged ME-. Jordan to % up
aud inform h.r Of the hopeful opinion of
the surgeon; the1 l retired to my own
room. almost III from sheer excitement.
Ny sympathies were so acutsly Interested
in Miss Clare that it might az well have
bssn myself who had done the deed. It
vas in vain that l tried 20 sleep; l walked
back and forth in my little room with the
unmeaning fury Of an Imprisoned tiger.
Il the gloomy blAckuos3 OF that winter
night, 1 seemed lighting a it'll future inst
orooded over my present like the wings of
q vultu-e over a struggling deer. In the
midnight there sh0ne no glimmer of hops
20 Quiet me; there seemed not even the
peaceful ligGt OF passiveness for ne; for, to
ny temperament, thought II must be
happiness or misery; could take no Ief-
uge 10 glacial cain.
Sleep at last came, but I only painted
through terrific Nightmares; l drank no
draught of sweet repose 1t had been
daylight for an hour when l a0oke. l
hurried down stairs with resolve TO see
Miss Clare-to let her knew that, loved or
uulovsd. I could be TO hsr a friend in this
her hour Of trouble.
Has Miss Glare come GO 20 gel?
asked, standing tefors the kitchen fire
and waiting the answer with vague GDX-
iety.
Come down Bless you, Mr. Perrom,
she's been gone these three hours
The words fell like doom upon me.
Gone ~ l echoed, with imbecile blank
ress "WheIe ~
"She did no say where, out she hired a
man to carry her to the station some
time before light She took her trunks
with her"
Mrs. Jordan looked at me curiously.
She thought I was getting eatangled some
how.
asked. Did she leave 10 messsgs?"
Message Tor whom?' she inquired,
Little malciously.
For me, 1 answered boldly, but feel
ms very much like uttering cry Of de-
spair
"NO.n
I went 10 the barn; thew myself on
10 nv horse and sped to the depot My
horse did Lot run-hs flew. l entered
the little depot brea.hless, bat cold.
"Whst trains have stopped here this
morning." was my first question.
''Two-the up and down"
The terminus of she dogn train is Bos-
ion. is it not?" / asked. l had an impress
sion that Miss Clare had gone to Boston.
s'Yes.n
when did that go?" He consulted the
clock.