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

calm; only her voice had an almost percep-
tible tremOr in it.
In the afternoon of the next day let.
ter was left at the door for me. When I
asked who had brought it, the landlady
said 1t was the servant who lived the next
door below.
1t was from Miss Glare. AS read felt
that the mystery of her past life was
melting before me. 1t commenced:
1t is my desire that Mr.. Perrom know
something of the life of her to whom he
had shown himself every way noble. I
am Cuban by birth. NV mother was
Descended from an old Andalusian fam
lily whose pride is only exceeded by their
love. To me my mother has always been
the hsndsomest and best woman l have
ever seen. No soorn, no jeers could ever
prevent me from reverencing her as we
reverence embodied truth.
OF Archibald Glare, l only know that he
was villain and my father. The hand
some Louisianian came to Cuba, to the
plantation ofmy grandfather, on a visit to
my mothers brother. Is was only neces-
sary for him to zee my mother in order to
love her. do not mean to love; call it
what You will. We never iniure those we
love. My mother loved with the strength,
the purity, the passion of life time. She
was married to Archibald Clare.
During his stay in Cuba, my father
made frequent visits to his home in Lou
isiana. There is no ne d of relating to
you the details of that time. 1t was dis
covered that Clare had been married to a
lady in New Orleans, two years before he
ever saw my mother After that discovery
ne came no more to our plantation in
Cuba.
To tell you what my mother suffered
would be to reveal that which can never
De told-the utter anguish of a human
heart.
She had loved traitor; she was De
Cana, and che was dishonored. In those
words are death and blscKness. Yet she
lived till l was II. Then l was alone,
for the family had died impoverished
all but my mothers brother who was il
Spain.
1t Appeared that my father had MOI
forgotten me, for he sent for me to come
to New Orleans, but l refused. After
two years there came family from the
northern states, Boston, to spend the win
ter near where 1 lived Before they re
turned they gave me letter from my I'M
Gle in Boston. liked the tone of the LEI
ter. liked their description of Mr., Glare
and l returned with them. About yesl
after, discotered that it had been con
certed plan to get me to my uncle's. Mr.
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constant victor at the house. did not
like Mr.. Clare; hated Mr.. Gilroy; never
theless, in appearance, everybody was good
to me. The nephew offered himself to me
l was vehemently urged to marry him
bat as vehemen;ly refused
There swept over me furious
gusts of rage. of fury and despair. Al
times there seemed to be tempest within
me. At such times those about me trem-
bled. Such savage moods were the inheri-
tance LETT me by my volcanic natured
father, my fiery but sweet souled mother
1t was temperament nurturei by resi-
dencs among servants who we're entirely
subject to my childish control.
AT last l discovered why Mr.. Glare was
so urgent for me TO marry his nephew
My uncle in Spain had died and left Large
fortune TO NE, of which l had thus fal
been ignorant Privately l secured the
services Of a lawyer, but only recovered
about third of my fortune Then l fed
from Mr.. Ciare'e.
dreaded Mr.. GilrOy more than any
thing upon earth, bat he found NE, you
will remember when.
My destiny is in gloom; nave no right
to the name hear; have 10 right to an
ancestral pride in my mothar's family.
Here the letter ended abruptly. Hardly
had my eyes devOured the last word be-
fore was in the street seeking admission
at the next hOnse.
There was no one in the parlOr when
entered. In a moment the door opened.
1t seemed that Miss Glare hesitated an
instant, then she came in. l advanced;
l seized her hands; cried eagerly:
'Now-at last-Vivanew
She raised her eyes-that glance was
glorious; it was ineffable; it was woman's
loye-the love of Viviane Glare.
THE END.