Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1891-05-03

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peared to her beautiful.
Presently they assembled a long,
steep hill and drove along its crest a
hundred yards, and Royal turned the
buggy and called on mis- wife to behold
the world and the wonder thereof.
And Phyllis after rapturouS cry, ut
tered low down in her throat, like the
note of wood pigeon, folded her
hands together and was speechless,
spellbound at the loveliness of the
scene before her.
Washington, with its countless beau
ties of architecture, its monuments,
SteepleS, roof trees and dominating
dome-Washington in slumberous au-
tumnal graciousness was spread before
them, strangely beautiiied by distance
and backed by the tender purpllsh blue
of the far horizon. Nearer-almOSt at
the foot OF the hill-rolled The cleaning
waters of the Potomac, "all quiet
along " its banks now, for many year
quiet, reStful andsintinitely beautiful,
thunder of cannon and rattle of mus
kerry, sounds of battle and bivouac,
hushed forever, and the river flowing
TRANQUILITY, taking its share in the labor
of the present, with hardly a suggestion
left of its participation in the sorrow
and wrong doing of the past.
Away in the distance the stream
seemed fettered by the links of an iron
bridge, over which, rs they gazed, a
train passed slowly, overshadowed by a
canopy of blush gray smoke. To the
left, bathed in afternoon sunlight, sleepy
old Alexandria, stepped to the caves in
the JOY of calm, showed picturesquely
against the background of the Virginia
hills, and over the heights of George
town the shadow of cloud passed
dreamily.
Then they drove on. talking OF things
that had been in the nations history;
but as they neared the gateway Of Ar
lington silence fell again. 1t was dis
rupted in a moment, and all sentiment
and Solemnity diSpelled by party of
little negroes who swarmed out from
the archway, like flies, tumOling, grin
ming and dancing around the buggy
with shouts OF "Please, Sar, gimme pen
nyl please, ma'am, gimme penny. Look
at me, lady. Dis away / amt no
daid folks. | kin stan on my haid fur
penny, KIM
Royal menaced the laughing cohort
with his whip, but his face was too good
humored for his gesture to make much
impression, and the hilarious scraps Of
ebony held their ground until Phyllis
had distributed among them all the
small change in their possession.
1T spois the solemnity Of the ap-
proach. she admitted when Royal Smil-
ingly suggested that they might be en-
couraging nuisance. But they looked
so jolly 1 couldn't help giving them
something. | haven't seen lot of little
negroes jumping about for years. 1t
does my eyes good"
Inside the gates there was no lack OF
solemnity, and Royal pulled his horse
up to a walk and slowly followed the
road winding under magnificent trees,
through stretches of velvety yerdure,
past plots Of exquisite blooming plants,
rockerieS and tail vases filled with flow
erS. vines and ferns, untouched as yet
by frost. Now they caught glimpSeS of
shady dingleS and clear streams ri y
ping purely, and again OF level mead
owS, suggestive of old homeSteadS, low
iag kline, misunderstanding, every
thing, except 4 graveyard.
Gradually the road asceuded, and a
thrill passed through Phyllis sensitive
nerves rs her eyes rested for the first
time on the home Of the South'S great
chieftain. She wished to 90 there at
once. but Royal turned aside to the Gem
etery which surrounds the home OF Lee.
There it lay, stretching almost as far as
eve could reach, line on line, in close,
compact ranks; in companies, in regi-
ments, in 5attalionS-so many! so many
There seemed miles on miles OF them,
the tiny, plain. pitiful white stones,
neat, precise and infinitely pathetic; sole
mementoeS of thousands Of gallant
hearts that struggled and bled and
broke for Il politicians quarrel.
Later, as they sat on the portico,
with the spell of the place upon them,
and watched the flow of the river, the
passing of craft of various kinds, and
the lazy tapping Of the great flag
against its staff, Phyllis began talking
Of her old home beyond the mountains
and OF the woman who had reared her.
"She was very good to me always,
the girl said. But after my sight be-
gan to fail she was tenderdess itself
eyes to the blind and strength and
courage to the weary and hopeless. No
one but myself can realize her goodness.
She was an imperious woman, and liked
her own way, and people often miSun-
derstood her. Poor Aunt Anne!"
Royal made no comment, being far
too happy to cherish resentment against
the living or the dead. As for that in
will, he was more than rec
onciled to il; he actually blessed the
testatory vagarieS which had opened
the way to his happiness, Still, he
could not but wonder over it as he
hearkened TO his wife'S encOmiumS.
Next to me, her heart was set on
John" Phyllis proceeded, 1T wasn't
only that he was her nephew, and good
and clever-that was source OF pride,
of course-but think her love went out
10 him specially because Of his bearing
her lovers name She used TO fancy the
saw a resemblance between my cousin
and John Hart. 1t was beautiful the
way Aunt Anne chung to the old re-
nance
VERY beautiful" Royal assented; his
ewes were on steam tug fusSing in the
stream below, and he was only half at
tending. -,
Doesn't it seem strange that should
have married John Harris nephew in
stead of Aunt Anne's? And bearing
his name. too. just like fairy story.
Aunt Anne would have liked it. | am
sure. She wanted to knit her past 70
nv future, poor dear, and she has done
so by ways she never dreamed OF. /
wish she were here to see"
Royal could not find 1t in his heart to
echo the wish. The return of spirit
from the beyond, even on an amicaole
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