Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1891-10-04

heavy door was opened.
".Darkness there, and nothing
more" quoted Anita, who, it seemed,
must continually be talking. 1T seems
like a church on week day; does II
not?"
..Yesq do you think so? Well, you
shall mass 4 contribution plate, and make
n seem more like Sunday" beamlng
with consciousness Of his wit. 'How
much will you have? think II you Will
sit at this desk at the window you VIII
have lightenought TO fll out your check,
methodically dating the paper Tor her
with q rubber stamp, and pCsAlng Ior-
ward pens, ink and olotter.
"Did you say that l could have three
hundred dollars? 1 would Ike ABOUT
that, please" , 80
able facetiousness, as he lighted lamp:
al think you must be going into real
estate, Mrs. Bartels."
Imight, perhaps, to the extent OF
few feet, " laughing at the grim humor
Of her thought.
PERHAPS you had better not put in
the figure until see how much we
have"
His lamp held in one hand, the cashier
slowly worked the combination OF the
vault door in the far corner. Anita
nervously thnmmed on the desk, ndget-
ing In the large, leather covered chair,
impatiently oppressed with the stillneSs
which seemed an inherent quality OF the
heavy. Initiated atmosphere. hy that
had been languidly rubbing its hind legs
together on the window reused itself 70
come buzzing teasingiy around her
head: and o nan who was passing In the
street slackened his pace TO peer curl
ouslv az her through the window. She
felt an insane longing % scream and bid
the man. now inside the vault, TO hasten.
"And when are you expecting your
husband back?" he carelessly asked,
when presently he emerged, bunch OF
bills in his hand.
81 don't know" listlessly watching
while he stood counting the bills at a
high desk.
eyes, I think we can make 1t three
hundred, Mrs. Bartels," finishing his
count and beginning anew.
Thank YOU"
'I presume he Is having a large time,
but all the same I would hurry him
home were you" with the comfortably
complacent air he wore when feeling
that he was about to get OF a good
thing. There Is nothing more demon
allzing than q trout stream, Mrs. Bar
tells. It seems as II man could not go
fishing and practice prohibition or tell
the trnth. Oh, the LOrelei was no
where compared with the sirens that
haunt our Rocky Mountain trout
streams, to lure mems moral natures to
wreck and ruinl Indeed / would hurry
him away from such dangerous environ
mont. Mrs. Bartels."
Anita's face flushed scarlet, her biased
perception cOmprehending a deeper
meaning behind the carelessly uttered
words, while she burned with indigna-
ton. Even comparative stranger like
this might feel free 20 cast his stone OF
advice at her Ia her humiliation. And
vet, softeninging, no doubt he meant
his hint kindly.
'I think shall leave him to work
cut his own salvation" with sort or
sullen cOnStraint that struck the uncon-
sciOus Ingalls, with establishment and
discontinue. His complimentary opin-
ion was modified with the prOviso that
o Joke was wasted upon her.
"Well, perhaps he may save his soul
alive, but l wouldn't be too sure OF IT,"
laughingly letting himself down to bust
ness again. 81 think you will find this
all right, Mrs. Bartels." He briskly
stamped the check with a sharp click OF
the little instrument, pushed the heavy
vault door shut and blew out the light.
81 believe that Is ALL" he added as he
Joined her al the door.
Eyes, that is Gll," drearily. She had
a feeling that this was the last page OF
her life at Orodelphia, as II she were
bidding it an eternal farewell, and she
felt g childish longing to take some hand
in friendly clasp and say gOOdby. 81
want 10 thank you" she said gently.
at was more than kind to give yourself
so much trouble, and the favor 10 me
was greater than You could readily I'M
derStond. Thanks, and-adoiS."
The bewildered bankerwhO had scarce
before met the lady with greeting more
familiar than the lifting of his hat, was
fairly overcome with embarrassment at
the warmth Of her hand clasp, the in
scrutable expression of her lingering
glance. He had never been known as a
ladies man, even at the apex of his
youthful gallantries. That is a role
liable 10 prove expensive, as the ruling
rates of flowers and bonbOnS, and the
thrifty man had been ever minded to in
vest his courteSieS as well as capital
where most tangible returns might be
expected. He was not 20 be tempted
into foolishuess by the wileS OF any wO-
man; but none the less, while his pulses
pleasantly Quickened, he was reminded
that he had once been rather q taking
follow. lie wondered If IL would not
have been the proper thing for him 10
escort Mrs. BartelS hOme-it was GER
taialy growing very dsrk-irresOlutely
glenclng back az her graceful form al
ready almost lost in the dense shadows
OF the trees. And, abstTnctedly walking
along, gazing over his shoulder, he had
run against man, and we'll nigh
knocked him down, before he observed
him.
Al beg pardon, Wells, be said grufily,
recognizing the victim OF his uncon-
scious charge. There had been o little
uu tie~echt LNeo az tlc u0uA Luot ualf to
lative TO a. overdue note, when this man
Wells had made himself particularly
diSsgreeabie. ''H0pe yOu are not hurt?"
the banker carelessly added, as he moved
or. IT did not see you"
II s'pOse not, with an ugly grin, sig
nifcsntiy leering up the street, where
Mrs. Bartels had passed. The man had
evidently been drinking, and his man
ners We're not improved. Banking
hours for ladies after dark, Ell? Oh,
well, when the cats away the mice can
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