Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1891-11-08

oft he pine scented air; quite ike bit
Of auld lang syne, isn't it?"
Eyes, "'sne briefly assented, her face
turned away. she seemed carefully
searching for pebble better suited to
her purpose.
ave used TO have some rather good
times together, Nita; rather better than
we have been having Of lare, don't you
think?"
Eyes," she said again in weak little
voice, her eyes, that could not see for
sudden tears, rigidlY fixed on the bit OF
stone she was nervously twisting in her
fingers. He reached over and took the
other hand, that was lying idly in her
lap, a delicate blue veined thing. 1t
seemed as if the pressure Of his thumb
and finger might almost crush it into
helpless deformity, and yet it had been
stronger TO shape his life, he thought,
than all the powers OF earth beside. Her
wedding ring fitted loosely on her finger
now, he noticed, and the great diamond
that had been his extravaganza when
first they became engaged flashed few
bright dots OF light upon his hand and
cuff. About as intangible in his grasp
as those pickering reflections now was
the happiness he had thought sealed to
him forever when he placed that ring
upon her finger.
1.-THE hearts. OF love gave hands, but
our new chivalry is hands, not hearts,
he quoted slowly. Her hand moved as
if TO take herself away, but his grasp
frightened insistently upon her wrist,
and be went on softly stroking the up
turned pink palm. 81 thought it was
your heart that gave me this hand once,
DEAR" mis- lips coming closer 10 her small
ear. ~ wonder II the hand could not
give me back the heart now il it tried"
No answer, save for the sign OF the
clinging fingers that frightened upon his,
"0h, Nlta," drawing her to him in ir-
repressable passion, remember that l
am your husband. Try-oh, darling,
try 10 care for me again"
"Again!" murmured Anita, in tender
mockery, lifting her trimming eyes, in
which he could dot fail to read her
secret. "Why, Don, there has never
been a moment when did not love you.
was mad for a moment, butt
"Iknow," exclaimed Donald, stopping
her words with kisses. You cared Tor
him frst"--
"But you are wrong-utterly wrong,
interruptng in her turn. And then she
told him all the miserable little story.
eff you had only loved me enough to
trust me- II you had but guessed how L
cared for you'll" he exclaimed, his voice
eloquent Of pain, when her confession
was finished, 1t was all he said OF re-
proach, but it was enough.
"You cannot forgive me-" she muir
INJURED, drawing from him dejectedly'
He pressed her back with passionate
force.
~ don't believe you know yet what
love is, Nita,' he said, almost harshly.
~ love you. There can be no talk OF
forgiveness betewen US alter that.
Whatever you might do l should still
love you, simply because l could not
help it,"
"And thought you growing so care
less. 1t seemed to me you were settling
down so indiferently into the ordinary
type of married men. l tancied MY love
so much warmer than yours, exclaimed
Anita brokenly, raising her tear wet eyes
TO his with a sort of wonder. ooh, am
so GLAD to know that you do not care so
much, even if''-breaking OF with a
Quiyering lip.
Even if it has cost rs almost year
Of pain? Yes, | am glad that you know
at last, darling Perhaps IL was my fault
that you did not understand it better to
begin with-that [ did not understand
what q Jealous littie heart II was 1 had
20 deal with. but our eyes are open at
last beyond any possibility of future
misunderstanding, are they not, sweet
heart?"
For answer she only lifted her tender
face 10 his, and so they kissed again
with tears, welcoming new happiness
more perfect than any they had ever
known.
THE END.