Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1891-09-27

done it'-as the small boy averfed In
support of his story OF Jonah's swal-
lowing the whale. This fellow stopped
over for the night, on his way to Den
yer, and I had the luck TO run across
him Just in time to hear the story. 1t
appears the Rogerses got up party TO
ascend the peak, and Bartels, who Is
| staying with them, this fellow tod me,
was of the crowd. 1t was rather late
when the party started to make the des-
cent, annd Mrs. Rogers, who was rather
used ND, hung back, while Bartels was
gallant enough to keep her company.
Somewhere among the boulder fields the
rest of the outfit got out OF sight, and,
in trying to short cut to overtake them,
Bartels and Mrs. Rogers lost the trail,
| and did not succeed in getting them
selves found till 5o'clock the next morn
ing. A new version of the babes in the
| wood" with calIous laugh at their
plight, 'only there were no birds above
| timber line to cover them with leaves,
worse luck for them"
sfYou are sure there is no mistake
about this?n Anita's face was CHASTITY.
"This man who told you was really one
Of the party?"
"Yes, although he did not really be-
long to the Rogers outfit. he had en-
gagged a guide to go up the Peak by him
self, when Rogers. wanting the same
man for the same day, compromised by
inviting the fellow 10 60 with them.
But yon need not look so frightened,
Mrs. Bartels. Don is all right. He did
not even take cold. / asked after him
particularly. And all'S we'll that ends
we'll"
Eyes, all's well that ends well" re-
peated Anita duly. 1t seemed to her
that the end of all things had come, that
chaos was staring her in the face. She
had a strange sense OF faintness and OPP
preston; dull blur seemed dancing De-
fore her eyes; and the fingers neryously
tracing the pattern of the wrought gold
OF her sun umbrella top were weakly
trembling. Her face felt as II it had
Mortified. She had vague conviction
that IL she once released her hold on the
little conventional smile fixed on her
Hstif lips, she could never recover 1t
again-that she should go on unsmiling
for evermore. II thought perhaps there
| might be letter for me here" she list
lessly added, moving to go.
"No: you can hardly expect him TO
spare time for letters" with another
! Jolly laugh. Really, ii is too good!
Perhaps | ought not TO have given him
away: but, upon my word, it seemed too
bad that you should not enjoy the joke
too"
She enjoy the joke! Was the man
cracked? Eyes, il would have been
pity for me TO have missed IT," with
white Tipped smile.
Carlton stared meditative!y at the
open door after his visitor bad passed
out. "UnleSs the signs fail, there IS
| bad quarter of an hour ahead for Bar
tells" he murmurered lazily amused land
a good, clean drown is nothing, COM
pared with dip in the dirty pudcies OF
Orodelphian gossip. Doe would hardly
have reckoncd Bartels non cOmpoS,
either" he thoughttully added, knock
ing the ashes from his pipe; ''bnt that
little Rogers wretch" expressively
pauslng. while he impatientiy twitched
match across his trousers and lighted
his pipe again-"she. oh, Lord"
With a quick, nervous tread Anita
blindly hurried down the street, a dull
sensation OF unreality possessing her, as
If. she thought, she had died, and this
was her ghost. So this was the end OF
il! OF all that happiness of which it had
seemed they wonld take with them into
eternity! Donald had tired OF her. Who
could say when the subtle change had
taken place, or for how long he had been
deceiving her with sweet, plausible
words? But st is in vain TO attempt TO
keep secret from one that has right
TO know it," said Emerson. at will tell
itself" 1t was her right TO know this,
and his secret had been revealed 10 her.
| She seemed to awake with sort OF stu
Did surprise, to find herself mechanl-
cally exchanging smiling greetings with
some passing friends; and presently,
where little child was crying, she
stopped and spoiled a glove fishing
lost toy out OF the irrigating ditch, no.
ting curiously how her hand still trem-
bled. On she went, in sort OF breath
less haste that quickly took her away
from the town, and at length she turned
] aside ffom the road, across a piece OF
dry ground bristling with cactus and
soapweed, and aimlessly wandered on TO
the railroad track, almost hidden be-
tween its borders OF rank sunflowers.
81 must get away by myself and
think" she muttered. Nobody would
meet her here. A little way and the
track crossed q creek, here rushing In
a myriad of foaming waterfalls, far be-
low its high banks. Midway across the
open treste work Anita stopped, gazing
thoughtfully down at the murky torrent
below, a dirty white from the gulch
mining that was torturing the stream
from its bed up the canyon. What II
one should trip and fall? 1t would be
easy-poking one foot between the ties
and catching her boot heel experiment
ally-an accident which might happen
to anybody. The water was not deep,
but the current was strong; and surely
such fall would kill at once. Que would
be carried on down the stream as lightly
and indifferently as that bit OF chip
dancing along there-dead TO all pain OF
earth.
How shocked people would be shonld
such an accident befall herI And how
they would hurry TO snatch Donald from
his jolly time with Mrs. Rogers 10 look
his last upon the poor dead face which
once had been the loveliest OF al on
earth to him, for he had loved her!
Nothing could rob her of the sweetness
OF believing that. And In the last sad
moment, when he came 70 press the fare
well upon the stiff lips that never again
would tremble with the JOY OF his touch,
IL only in pity for her the old feelings
must spring remorsefully TO life again
for the time. But stayl She would be
bruised by the fall, perhaps blotched by