Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1891-08-02

tIhEys give NY foiCo W c4uipotcc. Duh
as he has well said, we are devoted
friends"
"You shall judge between US" con-
tinued Paul Barr, addressing me.
(Which is better, the free undnlation
| Of self, er eternal tension?'
"a fine antithesis," murmured Miss
Kingsley.
''Mein Gottl but 1t is not true, that
free undulation OF self. 1t deceives, IL
deludes; 1t is a-what word is it am
| seeking?-a-eh-Ih have it-boomerang
"a boomerang that plaques the In
ventor," said Mr.. Fleisch.
"Refuted, we'll refuted!" said Mr..
Spence. "Fleisch has hit the mark.
The overmuch is indeed boomerang.
Thanks, Bernard, for the epigram," he
added, turning to the little German.
Everybody clapped their hands except
myself and Mr.. Barr. l preferred TO
remain neutral. AS for the artist, he
stood stroking his beard fercly, with
his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
At this moment the door opened and
a maid servant announced tea.
Mr.. Spence looked at Miss Kingsley
lulcrrOSdllNtll. tIOm Wis AuVHlcAb,
please" said she.
He shrugged his shoulders and sighed,
and as he walked into tea together Miss
Kingsley whispered that he was about
TO practice his theory.
"Of course, Virginia, dear, every one
will understand that you are novice,
and you will be at liberty TO talk In
your natural manner. The rest OF us
are expected to assist Mr.. Spence as far
as possible. lam all in a futter. !
know l shall break down."
The room In which we took tea was
veritable snuggery. The servant found
IL difficult TO get round the table, and
there was strong smell OF the frying
pan owing 10 the vicinity OF the tiny
kitchen. But these Inconvenience, II
they were so to be called, merely added
to my zest and enjoyment. Here, in
deed, was agreeable and talented society,
Aunt Agnes was right. My associates
hitherto had been frivolous and volatile.
The world of fashion was sham. What
a CONTRAST could not help making II
between the insipid speeches OF my
former friends and the clever talk OF
this purely literary circle, where ideas
and scholarship were recognized and
crowned
Mr.. Spence and Mr.. Barr sat on either
side OF Miss Kingsley, and | glanced
from the one to the other, debating
with myself whether preferred the
bold, strong beauty Of the artist, or the
subtitle and more delicate traits OF
feature of the philosopher. For,
though had begun by regarding Mr..
Spence almost as commonplace In APP
pearance, the earnestness OF his
manner and the serious fervor OF his
eyes gave him an expression OF
having deep uand genuine belief
in his own theories, which when com
pared with the impetuous but more VIOLA
tile air of Paul Barr commended him to
my respect and admiration even while
| was battered by the gallantries OF his
rival.
IL was Mr.. Barr who first broke the
silence after we sat down TO the table
by asking me II / had not passed the
summer at Tinker's Reach. As he
spoke in the ordinary guise / was sur
prised, until itoccurred 10 me that, as
member OF another school, he could
hardly be expected, even from courtesy
or friendship, to practice doctrines to
| which he could not subscribe.
| eyes," said |.
| "Nal arla.~ began Mr.. Spence.
There was a little murmur OF expec-
tation, and Mr.. Fleish, Drumming over
with excitement, said, "Bad drainage"
mo excuse. Sea near. Inhabitants
should agitate question:" continued Mr..
Spence.
Everybody appearance Of health,
Notwithstanding, exclaimed Miss
Kingsley.
"Oyermuch ozone," said Mr.. Spence.
"Unhealthy stimulus. Reaction la
ter" added the little German.
"Are we clear? Air OF Tlnker's
Reach, you know; so clever" whisper
ed Miss Kingsley, leaning toward me
behind Mr.. Spence's chair. "Sure
| shall break down."
/ nodded to give her encouragement.
All this was somewhat bewildering, but
/ was able to follow the conversation.
was conscious, too, OF Mr.. Bars eyes
fixed upon me with intensity. He would
eat hurriedly for moment, and then
fold his arms and listen with his brow
almost buried in his black, brlstly beard,
and his glance centered on me.
The talk went on briskly.
Irapldly grew proficient, and so alb
sorbed did become in attempt made
by us three to carry on commercially an
entire conversation In single words that
was startled at hearing voice Just
behind me say;
Carriage"
turned and found myself face 10
face with Mr.. Spence. / understood
| that he had come 70 announce TO me
the arrival of my coupe.
Servant" he added.
This told me my maid was waiting al
| the door.
Home" said to my hostess.
early"
"Horses."
Sorry"
Her face expressed the regret at M
departure which seemed 10 me any ex
ira words would have impaired the art
istic value Of, so much OF convert e
the views regarding moderation had
become.
Miss Kingsley produced my wraps
from her boudoIr, which Paul Barr.
with brace OF signs, assisted me u
put on / babe good evening TO them
all. Mr.. Spence made me low but
formal bow. / could see his lip tremble.
The instant after, as with Paul Barr al
my side began to decend the stairs,
hurried step behind told me that the
master was coming also. went down
to my carriahe with one on either hand,
the artist poet pouring out Hood Of
words which / scarcely needed, while
Mr.. Spence in an occasional monosyl'