Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1890-05-11
WHEELING REGISTER SUNDAY, MAY IL, 1890.

be long before his discharge comes, and
once away we should be in the lurch. "
"There SENS so little hope there, ma
jor. Even the colonel has called him
up and questioned him."
LAY, very true, but always when the
old sergeant was sober. 1t is when
drunk that Clancy's conscience pricks
him TO tell what he either knows or sus-
poets"
A light, quick footStep was heard on
the piazza, the hall door opened and
without knock or ring, bursting impet-
uously in upon them, there suddenly
appeared Miss Travers, her eyes dilated
with excitement. At sight of the group
she stopped short, and colored to the
very roots of her shining hair.
''How glad | am to see you Nellier'
exclaimed Mrs. Waldron, as all rose to
greet her. An embarrassed, half dis
traught reply was her only answer. She
had extended both hands TO the elder
lady, but now, startled, almost stunned,
at finding herself in the presence of the
very man she most wanted to see, size
stood with downcast eyes, irresOlute.
He, too, had not stepped forward-had
not offered his hand. She raised her
blue eyes for one quick glance, and saw
his pale, pain thinned face, read anew
the story of his patience, his suffering,
his heroism, and realized how she, too,
had wronged him and that her very
awkwardnesS and silence might tell him
that shameful fact. 1t was more than
she could stand.
Il came-purposely. | had hoped to
find you. Mr.. Hayne. You-yOu re-
member that | had something to tell
YOU. 1t was about Clancy. You ought
to see him. I'm sure you ought, for he
must know-he or Mrs. Clancy-SOme-
thing about yOur-yOur trouble; and
I've just this minute heard that they
that he's going away tomorrow, and
you must find him tonight, Mr.. Hayne;
indeed you must
Who can paint her as she stood there,
bluShing, pleading, frightened, yet de.
termned? Who can picture the wild
emotion in his heart, reflected in his
face? He stepped quickly to her side
with the light leaping to his eyes, his
hands extended as though to grasp hers
but it was Waldron that spoke first:
Where is he going? Howe
"Oh, with Us, major. We go to-mor-
row, and they go with us. My sister
| has some reason-I cannot fathOm it.
She wants them away from here, and
Clancy'S discharge came to-day. He
must see him first" she said, indicating
Mr.. Hayne by nod of her pretty head.
They say Clancy has run off, and got
away from his wife. He doesn't want to
be discharged. They cannot find him
now: but perhaps Mr.. Hayne can. Mr..
Hayne. try to. You-you must"
"Indeed we must, Hayne. and quick
about it,. said the major. Now is our
chance | verify believe. Let us get the
doctor first: then little Kate will best
know where to look for Clancy. Come,
man, get your overcoat." And he hast
ened to the hall.
Hayne followed as though in dream.
reached the threshold, turned, looked
back, made one quick step toward Miss
TraverS with outStoetched hand, then
checked himself as suddenly. His yearn-
| ing eyes seemed fastened on her burning
face. his lips qulvered with the intensity
of his emotion. She raised her eyes
and gave him one quick look, half en-
treaty, half command; he seemed inef'
fectually struggling to speak-to thank
her. One moment of irreSolution, then,
without a word of any kind he sprang
to the door. She carried his parting
glance in her heart of hearts all night
long. There was no mistaking what il
told.