Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1889-07-21
reasons, they could never re-

packages, passengers, all being attended
/ to at once.
To-day there was only one passenger,
and the driver showed such interest and
anxiety for her comfort and her luggage
that the eyes of all the men were turned
towards her as she alighted. The result
was general desire to devote themselves
to her service, and quick movement was
made in her direction. One young man,
however, was quicker than the rest.
Mr.. John Smith was at her side holding
out his hand before he had even recovered
from the shock and delight of teeing her.
! IL was his friend Of the forest!
She greeted him with smile, which
while il made him the envoy OF all the
other men standing around, caused him to
wonder for a few moments whether he
were ON his head or bis heels. The group
of volunteers drew off discreetly, seeing
that the two young people were already
known TO each other and they gathered
roun the driver instead, who was being hos
pitably treated by the proprietor OF the
"Red Unicorn :.
ANY pews?" asked the driver, handing
back ths battered pewter tankard.
The question was followed by short
silence, as it was one that required some
mental exertion to answer.
tom Cairnes is gone" said one OF the
miners OF last, taking his pipe out OF his
mouth to give this brief reply.
Buried him away over thar, this aner-
noon." said another, with his eyes NIX
ed solemnly on the men rubbing down tne
horses.
The driver stared from one OF the speak
ers TO the other, and then all around tne
group of men about him. They met MS
Gaze with stolid solemnity, one or two CIV
Ing a curt nod to confirm the lnforma-
ton.
"Bulleb drought his heart, " volunteer
ed another. ''Re was found away thar IN
the wood. Sorter looked az if ne had been
dead some days. Guess he wasn't hit to
remove hyar." 49,,
HAS the skunk that shot him been
foun6su asked Driver.George excitedly.
"No.n said the same man, whose pipe,
having gone ont, gave him the time taken
in rsfiIling it to explain matters. They
with a jerk of his thumb in the direc-
ton of the hotel-''are sitting on the
case now. There was some pspsre found
that p'r'aps may give clew to the muir
derer."
Driver George looked relieved; and at
ter taking of his hat and rubbing his fore
head with a red handkerchief, he said ques-
tiOningly: -,
He'll swing when he is found?"
seYou betr' came from dozen voices.
John Smith and Miss SnaresbrOok,
standing little apart from the rest, ex-
changing the usual common places about
The Journey and the heat, had become sill
ept. The girl had overheard some OF the
mems conversation, and ehe strained
her ears in the hope of hearing
more Her back was turned TO
them, and only John Smith could see
her face 1t had turned deathly white,
and she was gazing straight before her,
past him, as If she had forgotten his pres
ence. His face palsd, too, as ne looked at
her.
Presently the men began TO move, and
in his fear lest they should see her, he
spoke.
he asked hurridly.
She turned slowly, as if it required a
violent effort of will to recall her to the
present.
Il have my father" she said-"Mr.
Snaresbrook."
"Mr. Snaresbrook" he echoed, think
ING of that limp, senseless drunkard, be
had pulled out of the trough. This man
her father He remembered at once that
he had been remarkably rough with, and
even had a strong desire to kick, her faith
er.
The tone of his voice and the expression
on face told the girl his thoughts, and she
hlusbed scsrlet-a bitter, shamed blush.
John Smith could not look at her; he star
ed helplessly about him, wondering whom
he could get to help her. The few dirty,
untidy women who formed the female
population of that place, having grown
tired of staring at her, were gradually
struggling off from the square. The pro-
nrietor of the "Red Unicorn" had dissp-
pesred. He had a wife who, rumor wits
nered. was the better horse. Probably al
that moment he was being harangued by
the good woman in their private apartment
for some misdemeanOr. Mr.. John Smith
had seen her peremptorily beckon him away
a few minutes before deprivipg him OF the
endowment of Driver Georges converse
ton.
The mistress of the "Red Unicorn" was
a shrewdish, sharp tongued woman, witt
temper before which the bravest mlnel
who fTeauented the house quailed. She
was. however, honest snd industrious, anC
probably her temper had been spoiled by
her ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS woman anC
rough. dissolute mentor she had come
from a respectable home in quite English
village. Mr.. Smith thought of her, and
wondered why she did not come out to
look after the passenger. The fact was,
at that moment she was far too busy rat
ing her husband at back door, on the
subject of Me-. Snaresbrook himself to at
tend even to lady passengers.
Mr.. Snaresbrook was lying, forciblt
and patent text to her sermon, few dcz
ems yards from them, peacefully slumber
ing her under p1mp.
IF you like to have such things lyins
, about as them, Joseph Kezsh," she ex
claimed, pointing at the unconscious and
placid thing" in question, II don't! A
pretty ornament it is to your kitchen gar
, dim Such sights aught to shame You
Why don't you turn him outP" stamping
her foot
HE'S sorter comfortable and quiet like
Just now," began her husband with depre
eating weakness. But his wife 1ounced
away from him into the room where she
= had been cooking the evening meal, slam
ming the door behind her.
Part of the domestic storm reached the
ears of John Smith through the open from
door. He shrugged his shoulders: yet be
felt that this woman was the only friend
with whom be could trust the girl. Hap
PLY he did not know that it was the girls
: own father who had raised the whirl.
wind.
DO you know where my father is?''
aoked the Oirl apxiously