Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1889-01-27

Shorty alter Der msrrlage the father AID
mother died within eighteen months OF
each other, snd Z lstaca found his los in
life radically changed. He had b9en his
fathers secretary after leaving college,
which prevented his making any seri lus
efforts 10 succeed at the bar, and in conse-
quence his interests, both Of head and
heart, had been more concentrated than is
of en- the case with a yolng msn within
the walls Of his home. He had ad-
mired his father sincerely, AID the worth
of his mothers lcquaciOu3 and some
times medd'eiome ten lerness he Eever
realiz d fully till he bad lest il. When he
was finally alone it became necessary for
him TO choose q lire in life Hs sister
and he divided his fathers money between
them, and EustaCe found himself With n
fortune such as in the eyes Of most OF his
friends constituted a lesd ne Of Providence
towards two things-mArriGge and a seat
in parliament. However, fortunately, his
sister, the only person to whom he appl ed
fog advice, WAS in 10 hurry to press de-
ci ion in either clse urOn him. She saw
that without the stimulus of the father 9
presence, Enstgce's interest il politics was
l,sl real than his interest in let
ters ror did the times seem to her p-cpi-
tious 20 that philOsophic conservatism
which might be laid to repre5 ent she fam
liz tyre OF mind. So she stirred him up
to return to some Of the projects of his
Cambridge days, when he and she were
first bitten with passion for that great,
that fascinating French literature which
absorbs, generation after generation, the
interests of two-thiIds OF thoss who are
sensitive to TIE things of letters. She sug-
gested book 10 MIN which took his fancy,
and in planning it something of the oh
zsst Of life returned to him. Moreover, it
was book which required him 10 speod 3
part of every year in Paris, and the neigh
b3rhoOd OF his sister was now more de-
lightful to him than ever.
50. after time, he s=t,lsd down con-
teutedly in his London chambers with his
books about him, and presently found that
glow of labor ste3lirg over him which Is a.
oncs the stimulus aud the reward Of every
tue son of knowledge. His books recon-
ciled him to lie again, and soon he was
often seen in the common hauLti of Lon
don society IS before. He dired cut, he
went to the theatre, he fTequented his
club like otker men, and every year he
spent three of the wiatar months
in Paris. living il the best French
world, talking as he never talked in Lon
don, and cult,vating, whether in the thea
ire or the salons Of his sistsr's friends, or
in the studies OF some Of the more eminent
of French artists, fastidious, critical tenn
per, which was rapidly becoming more
and more master of the man.
Nov, on this May afternoon, as he set
tied himself down 10 his work, it would
have given a5y of these who liked Edstace
Kendal-and they were meny-pleasnre
to see how the look of fatigue with which
he had returned from his round Of the
academy faded awsy, how he shock
back the tombling gray locks from
his eyes with the z9st and eager
ness of one sttiirg forth to battle, and how
as time passed on ard tie shadows deep
ened on tie white sDire opposite, the CON
tentment of successful labor showed ltseii
in the slow unconscious caress which fell
upon the hack of the sleeping cat curled
up in the cha beside him. OF in the absent
bat still kindly smile with which he greet
ed the punctual entrance of the servant,
who at ) o'clock came to put tea and the
evening paper beside him and to make mp
the fire, which cracked on with CHEEKY
companionable sounds through the lampllt
evening and far into the night.