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

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/ the Grandest OF earth'S cathedrals, a
Denver aed Rio Grande train was tor.
/ tuOusly twisting its way, following the
/ curves OF the Arkansas, while the old
stone TitanS keeping watch on either
side gosslped OF the event in hoarse,
whispering echoes. 1t was frowning,
gray day, when the wind was rloting in
/ the shadowy canyon like thoughtleSS
child hooking 40 thh dignity OF age,
whstling weird harmOnles az 1t heavily
hurled It's might from one rock wall 10
the other, buffeting tho brlstllng pines
| and spruces as though 10 compel the
bare roots to loose their grip on the re-
polling rocks, blowing the foam crested
waves Of the river into madden hurry
every little while In a wilder frenzy OF
diablerle, throwing Itself crafty into
the spinning OF whirlwiuds OF dust that
yelled the landscape like fog.
Once or twice above the echOlug roar
and rattle of the train sounded the boom
OF distant thunder, and people turned
for the moment from their papers or idle
talk TO glance up at the marrow strip Of
sky, like twist of ragged gray ribbon,
showing far away above the mighty
rock walls that hedged them in, Specu-
lating with the comfortable Indifference
of people well housed as TO the chances
OF storm. IL was a cal train, and
most Of those who looked, dulled by
familiarity to even this grandeur, saw
nothing Of the rich harmony Of color,
the inelfable beauty OF the vast walls
piled block upon block, thousands upon
thousands OF feet, until, like castles OF a
race Of giants, their towers and pima
cles seemed touching the whirling
clouds OF the sky, whose irowning mood
seemed so perfectly attuned to this
rugged grandeur-loo6ed at II all but
barometer wise, seeing only that the
storm might blow over. Well for man
that the dull eyes Of the flesh may one
day be cast to earth, else even the glO-
rioS of heaven would presently pail upon
the sluggish souls made free.
More indifferent than any, Anita lay
back In her chair welluigh pale and still
as the dead. She was physically ex-
hausted 20 a degree that her superb
strength had never known before, spent
and beaten by the storm OF passion goad-
ing her on 10 feverlSh activity through
all the long night. She had not thought
OF sleeping, going about the preparations
for her journey with care for small de-
tails rs punctiliOus as though there had
been weeks TO spare for the planning.
All alone in the still night, her only ser
want sleeping undisturbed, she had gone
about putting her house In order as
| though to grace the coming Of some Ia
vOred guest, pushing a chair IN place
| here, adjusting the fold OF curtain
there, emptylng the wlthered flowers
| from the vases, even threading fresh
ribbon in the ends OF a bureau scarf,
and with new knots OF ribbon, pinuing
the clean cover on a pincushion. Each
| garment in the basket Of clothes fresh
/ from the laundry hsd been carefully laid
/ In its place, and, though her fingers had
trembled over their task, they had yet
never faltered nor bungled over all the
dainty stitcbery she was accustomed tC
lavish on the weekly mending. And
when her feyerish fancy could devise
nothing more to occupy her resties.
/ hands, when her one trunk was packed
/ and her curt note OF explanation TO Don
aid had been written, out on the piazza
/ ia the cool gray preceding the dawn SHE
/ had gone, pacing back and forth in the
same mad hurry until the glowing lights
/ OF the eastern sky were reckoning {
sleep drugged world to up ard make the
most OF another day OF life.
She was not a woman TO whom the
relief Of tears came readily. It seemed
rather as II her passion spent its force
inwardly, until her heart felt full L
bursting with the inruShing torrent o.
pain. Dry eyed and outwardly so quiet
I with al her cool thoushtfulness ant
housewiiely painstaklng, that long
nights vigil had been a rack OF torture
unspeakable, leaving her spent and worr
as from long Illness; and there was sen
/ sation OF passionate relief In lying rest
| fully back In the luxurious car, feelins
/ that those dark hours were left behind
/ that her,ieet were fairly across the Rubi
/ con OF hesitation. For In al her mao
/ hurrying she had not been able to Stlflc
/ the wifely instinct that would bid hel
pause and measure we'll this step, Il
weigh moro carefully this punishment
she was netting out to Donald. Octopus
like, duty seemed clinging, striving L
/ hold her back, but her mad passion bu
stroye the more to wrench her free from
that insistent grip. She knew that II
spired deviltry could have devised N
revenge more cruel TO Donald, and thu
demon that possessed her but laughed
the more hideously in triumph at tn
/ thought.
And now the fatal step was taken
/ OF no avail TO question the consequences
now, TO measure the right and wrong
It only remained to keep her glance from
wandering baekward-to look only Il
/ the goal ahead. It seemed so clear be
foro her staring eyes-the stretch o
warm toned gray walls, the old weathe