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

words. I turned and looked from the
window; my softened eyes it seemed to
me would betray me.
"When is the next train for the north
dueP"
ITO. night, at o'clock"
I walked out and mounted my horse.
There 6as nothing for it but to wait-a
torment which the inquisition would have
exulted in.
No unfavorable symptoms appeared in
Mr.. Gilroy's case during that day. Telling
Mrs. Jordan that should send her my sd-
dress, that she might communicate the
state of her patient, little after nightfall
l started again for the station.
Meantime had formed no definite plans.
But one idea had entire possession of me
to fi1d Miss Glare. Wnat l should do
then did not know. Hooked not beyond
that. could not endure the thought that
Miss Clare was alone and pursued by the
remembrance of that scene with Gilroy.
Only TO find her; to offer again the love
which she only could inspire-then l left
TO an unknown future all that might fol-
low.
As was whirlsd along in the cars tried
to assure myself that might not find her;
that the city OF Montreal would engulf ana
hide her from me as entirely as though she
had never existed. But all such cOntingen-
cies melted like snow in my burning heart
For love like mine impOssibilities were
possible.
TIE faint light of the late dawn was fast
losing it's grayness when the train reached
the 81. Lawrence.
did not believe she would conceal her
name. I began my search by going to the
hotels and examining the looks. Patiently,
unweariedly l went from hotel to hotel. l
looked carefully down the long list OF
names. was unsuccessful. Meanwhile
1 looked with malt Acknowledged
hope at the fsce OF every
woman met. AZ nightfall l at last felt
nay fatigue. Tired, exbausted-even more
from disappointment than physical exer-
toni went 10 sleep, my last connected
thought being:
81 vas fool to expect 10 fnd her the
frat day"
Without dreams, without waking,
slept on till the dawn of my second day .
search The days that followed seemed to
be sapping at the citad=l Of my life, with
thsir harassing vexatiOnS; their false, fut.
teripg hopes; their continual misera-
bic defeats. Tners was this mo-
ment the eager, absorbing hope,
almost belief; then the instantaneous
sinking. Could she be there and l not
find her-I, il whom the desire, the long.
ing had now become well nigh uugovern.
able? II IS Victor Hugo who says that
love, while it consumes, Eliminates AT
this period, I felt only the dey0uring;
aaa not conscious of the light.
When had BEEN in Montreal a fort.
night. | received letter from Mrs JerdaD,
saving that GilrOy was getting on slowly,
but safely. That comfoItsd NE greatly.
Four We ks Of this life. 1 determined
on going 10 Boston and seeing Miss
Clare's uncle. 1t IVES in the afternoon
that resolved 10 90 by the evening train.
1t happened to be on the day cOnsecrated
70 patron saint of the city. Crowds Of
people we're moving in the streets that led
TO tbs cathedral. Since my stay in Mon
treal, l had made one of every gathering.
So. saunteIing from my hotel, ilined the
stream Of human beings The instant
was fairly with them l became alert, my
pllnces falling rapidly on each lady that
was near, and prying with persistent
search over the heads 10 those at q dis
tsnce.
Borne INCREASINGLY by this living tide,
7 entered the cathedral and leaned
against e pillar. Becoming insensibiy
aff.c.ed By tie organ aud the chanting,
closed my eges and gave myself for the
moment into the arms of that ineffsble &C.
stacy which music only can invoke. Still
with M eyes closed still with my soul
infused by the harmony, gradually upon
my senses there stole faint perfume, pc
culiar and rsre-a fragrance which knew
ONLY fcom lis being inseparable from Miss
Clare Thrilled with unspeakable bappi-
ness I remained an instant longer with
shut eyes, transported By that music and
that vision.
The last melOdious fate in the organ
died away in sweetness. looked around.
In all that OVID l saw oaly woman who
kuelt tvo seats from where l stood. Her
bsck was toward me. She was dressed IN
black. A longveil fell down and almost
sncircled her. In her form, in her posi-
ton, there seemed that indescIibabie air,
that high bred grace which is inste, and
never ACQUIRED. My temples throbbed,
my whole frame quivered with expecta-
ton. Miss Clare was in Montreal; this
INNS! be M.ss Glare. This was the only
woman l lad ever seen who reeembled her.
As watched Ter she raised her nandker-
chief TO her face. Again that exquisite
d RUNE. I could nos see her face-not
ihe slightest outline OF it-bat her figure
was ;be same; there seemed the Same sup
pie Elasticity.
Patiently / waited, hardly conscious Of
tbs p1sbing, vibrating crowd around me.
At last the mass was said, The procession
formed and winding ont from the gothic
entrance. The unknown lady rose; she
LEANED with careless elesauce over the rall'
ipg. one hand by her side, holding SHIN
ing. purple bound prayer book. At sight
of mat book a shadow darkened me. Miss
Clare might come TO high mass, but would
che have a PRAYER book? She slowly turned
her head; M fngers frightened over my
walking stick. I saw the profile OF a hand
some face, with beautiful eyes nut IL was
not the face of Viyiane Glare. turned and
fed can use nc other word for the head
long speed with which left the church. /
wandered with blind rapidity; l thought |
was irving to fnd my hotel but when |
rous,d M self was in different part OF
the city. Ny hurried walk became a slow
p1olding with downcast eyes.
I only reached the hotel in time to start
for the depot. 1 stopped at the town
where Mrs Jordan lived. Mr. Gilroy was
sin confined 10 his room; he had been Sc
yerlly wounded. did not venture upon
en- interview with him, but posted to BOs-
son. was right in feeling sure that Gil
row would never mention now he bscsme
hurt. He imagined a revenge sweeter
IN Boston found Mr.. Glare, by the
aid of the directory. he lived IN a hand