The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1889-03-20


mot care for dancing is indeed
prodigy At least I pray that you
will protect me from your admirers
who might think meant to mo-
nopolize you, She did not smile
at my tone of raillery, and now it
seems Incredible that could have
been so light-hearted.
sAge is not always accountable
for sorrow. So hath it been with
me from the first. What's horn in
the bud will aye be in the blossom.
True, I have not lived a great num-
ber of years, but then life is not the
whole of existence. There are those
things which happen to the young,
that the old have never Witnessed -
and as she said this, there was that
in her eyes that carried conviction.
.Did not yonr father call you
Athanasia2" ] asked .stItis a strange
name. although a pretty one, and
oneI have heard before, but where
l can not tell"
"They called me that, and ingood
sooth is it strange name, being
taken from the Greek, and it hath
u hidden meaning, which mayhap
some day, thou mayest see trans
lated. When they gave me the
name, they named me better than
they knew"
Her bosom heaved with emotion,
and a spasm of pain convulsed her
features.
at is naught," she said, seeing
my look of alarm, but even as she
spoke, she clasped her hand to her
side.
"Do not mind me-" she gasped,
ait will soon pass away-the Same
old sickness-the dance hath stirred
my heart to unwarranted beating.
l am better now, after a pause; two
will forget the little interruption.
Pray tell me what thou thinkest of
the new Glebe? 1t is computed to
be the finest house in tho whole
country"
4Tho new Glebe," exclaimed,
''surely you arc josting; the title OF
newness applied to it has long been
obsolete"
She regarded me with puzzled
expression of incredulity.
"Certain it is now,'' she s;tid, '.of
that there can be no dispute. Mas
ter Morton and his workmen put
the finishing touches TO the construc-
ton no farther back than last Hal
lowmas-ith hath barely been month
completed" but L understand; her
time and mine was not the same,
there was more than century 3
difference.
"Athanasia, no doubt you must
think me strangely ignorant of the
times, aud the circumstances of your
fathers occupying this house, and
taking pity OH my ignorance, she
told me of herself and her family.
Her brother, whom she calIod
"the gallant Edward, little more
than a year ago had been killed at
the siege of Quebec, ON the bloody
Plains of Abraham, fighting under
the intrepid Wolfe, aud his death was
almost coincident with that of his
brave commander. "Poor boyle she
exclaimed, "the joy of battling for his
King and country was his, but the
fruits of victory were denied, for ho
fell at the last stage of tho lighting.
Further she told me that her
father beingappointcd vicar of Lec.l4
Parish, this parish, by the Crow,
they had sailed from London in tI,o
good ship Pondtcherry how afcr
a tedious voyage they had arrived
at Boston, and not long after their
arrival the tidings of the King ;
demise had reached them in their
new home.
1 tried to tell her how long it hal
been since the events she related hal
taken place; how many, many year.
had passed since the colonies ha,i
separated from the mother country,
of our present system of Govern
ment, but she only looked at me
with her former incredulous, puz-
zled expression of unbcliet.
| She brushed back stray ebon
lock, and as she did so, noticed
something that filed me with un-
speakable horror. 1t was u round,
deep, unheaIed wound in her tenn
pie, as if made by a bullet, and
she evidently perceived that 1 had
seen it, for a great wave of recollec-
ton swept over her face, and giving
me a startled glance, sho would
have fed from me, had not clasl,etl
her in my arms.