Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1889-03-10

long as life should last. No fear, no mis-
Civ re, troubled him. &c scarcely asked
himself il shs loved hin, he felt so secure
IN his own devotion, 81 assured that no
womau's heart would all to respond to
the Tenderness he woul1 lavish upon his
darling. Blinded though he was, however,
it WAS not long ere vague something
threw its CHASTITY SHADOW across his Para
disc, and struck chill of horror to mis-
heart
Was it mere fancy, horn of his morbid
sensitiveness, or was it true that his wife
never willingly let her eyes rest upon him:
Could it be possible that the very fact Of
marriage had made the girl more alive to
his deformity, or ives it just come uudem-
Onstrativeness of nature, some strange
feminine vagary, that made her now shrink
| from bis caressss? Now, when he had
hoped her heart woul1 open to him of its
own accord; now, when he was trembling
with new joy and new hope of coming
blessednessl
Surely their child would draw them
nearer to each other; surely motherhood
would give to this lovely creature the one
to 'ch of diviner beauty she needed TO per
feet her. But alas for his dreams the
boy that was 10 be the eTOwniDg Joy Of his
life, the flower and glory OF hers, was born,
as 1t eesmed, but to perpetuate his humil-
istion The child was the living image OF
his father, aud when the poor little fellow
was able to toddle about Gilbert used to
watch him with q great mute pain at his
heart, and his eyes hot with unshed tears
And the mother? Who could say what
she felt, or if she felt at all? For the most
part she Ignored both the father and the
child, and lived her own life as brightly as
che might. And the years did much for
her outwardly. She had some dramatic
instinct. some talent, and she adapted her
self to the roll che had to play wonderfully
well.
The eccentIicitie5 of pronunciation and
phraseology had toned down, till now
what remained only gave little air Of
p;quancy and unconventionality. She had
grown to know her beauty aud it's power,
aud this knowledge brought with it an
added dignity with just enough tiDcture Of
coquetry to make il attractive. That she
was profoundly ignorant still few discOv-
cred. When a beautiful woman smiles,
little more is required of her by way of
answer, and Celia could occasionally be
racy in addition.
Gilbert had long given up the hops OF
winning her love, given it up from the first
moment their eyes me. over the child that
hai bseO born 10 them, ami his were wet
with tears and hers were cold and hard and
unresponsivs He who began by seeing his
wife through mist Of poetry, now read
her very clearly; yet he only pitied her the
more. His love had done a gTievOus wrong
to the beautiful woman, and he lived in
dread of the time when she should fully
awake to the knowledge Of all it meant.
II love, real, true We, should ever rouse
her heart. and the elOwly-developiDg ma
ture should spring to maturity at it's
touch, who could answer for what the end
might be?
Already her soal was stirring its sleep,
and the first fut'ers Of awaking life were
changing her Though he was surrounded
by every luxury che was less happy than in
the old days OF work and poverty and hard
ship. She was go dull at times that even
new dress or a ire5h bauble diverted her no
longer. Then, again, she had fits Of high
spirits, that to her husbands anxious eyes
seemed to have more than dash of reck-
lessness. A crisis must come sooner or
later, Gilbert knew, blessed or cared by
loves terrible prophetic insight