Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-10-30


in his thick skull. His was the crapu-
Inns headache. He knew it well. Every
manner of cure, except prevention, ne
had experimental upon. The soda water
cure did not reach his malady. The
water cure, whether applied in the form
Of pump or wet turban, was equally
futile.
ut couldn't have been t'other bottle
that has made me feel so queer, Kerr
soiloouized. "Must have been Jack
Andres mawl1ish songs. l never could
stand poetry"
So he marched down to breakfast,
more Rubens in complexion than ever,
ana twice as surly.
Spending tears had given Lucy her
headache. She had wept enough to NIL
a brace of lachrymatories. The pangs
sharpened when she saw Adonis appear,
very red and very gruf. lie seemed
fairly loathSome to her now.
Must such a beast---yeS, L Will say
beast--as that come near me?" thought
she.
Strong language for young lady, but
appropriate. 1t is well to have lew
ugly eDithets in ones vocabulary. HARD
words have their virtue and their place
as we'll rs soft ones,
Mrs. Brothertoft also had headache.
She looked pale and i'll this morning.
This will never do, madam. Consider
your beauty! 1t will consume away il
YOU allow so much fever in your brain.
Breakfast was more silent even than
yesterdays. Moo headache cared to ask
sympathy OF either of the others.
Lucy said not a word. She compelled
herself to be at table. She dreaded her
mothers presence, but she dreaded her
absence still more. Lucy suffered un-
der the uneasness OF young plOtter
She knew that her plot was visible in
her face. She trembled at every look,
and yet she felt safer while she was
facing her foes. Poor child! II she
could have wept, as she wished, freely
and alone, dozen of laChrymatOries-
magnums-would not have held her
tears.
Moody Mrs. Brothertoft is also silent.
She does not think it good policy TO
draw out her son-in-law this morning.
On!y a wretchedly low card and no
trump will respond 20 the attempt.
T'other bottle rather browns the power
of repartee. Major Kerr was too mar
ticulate last night to be very coherent
this morning. A cOurtly bow and fine
manner are hardly TO be expected at
levee from hero logged to his couchee
by Plato and two clodhOppers, them
selves a little out of line and step with
100 many heeltaps. The hostess does
not choose by solcitous questions TO get
growlS from the future bridegroom,
such as
Kerr loquitor. eyes, thank you; my
tea is merely milksop; my egg an addle;
my toast a chip; my butter lard; my
buckwheat cakes dem'd tlabby. Every
thing has a tipsy taste and smells OF
corked MADEIRA. On, my headm
Such talk would not make the lover
more captivating. He had better be
left to himself to rake mis- breakfast
with what stomach he may.
Nor does Mrs. Brothertoft think it
wise to remark upon yesterdays dinner
and It's distinguished guests to her
daughter. Remark brings rejonder.
This morning, again, Lucy had no kiss
for her mother. Instead Of the warm,
tender careSs Of other days, with
warmth and tenderness from two, Lucy's
manner was grave and distant.
Mrs. Brothertoft divines incipient re-
belliou IN her daughter.
This OF course must not be.
The mother did not know that Lucy
had hoisted a signal OF distress, and that
she was almost ready 10 haul her flag
up from half mast and fly it at the
masthead of defiance. This Miss Broth
ertofJ did not suspect Of her submissive
and meek child. She knew nothing OF
Voltaire'S erraud. Bat she had grown
suddenly apUrehensive aud timerous,
and hardly recognized her old intrepid
self this morning. She began 10 quail
a little more and more before her daugh-
ter's innocence. For all reasons she did
not desire TO provoke discussion.
4 grim, mute breakfast, therefore, at
| BrothertOft manor.
Each headache looked into its teacup
in silence. Major Kerr crunched a bit
of dry taast instead of feeling omnivor-
OuSly.
There is no conversation OF this party
to report. gay or GUM.
But tabieau is sometimes more dra-
maJic than talk.
A newcomer at the door glanced at
this unsociable trio and declphered the
picture pretty accurately.
1t was old VOltaire, limping forward
from the kitchen.
Lucy sat with her face toward the
pantry door and first saw him.
lf-hrnpaI a-1 al
showered tears al the rising Of this
black cloud, charged with fresh cleo
tricity.
Flash back! from the whites Of Vol
taire's eyes and from his teeth.
1t was but brief flash, but abiding
enough TO show Lucy through her
gloom one figure stealing TO her succor.
Him she was sure Other father. But
one CLEAN from the whites Of black
could not reveal the other recruits to
her rebel army. So they must remain
latent, with their names and faces la
tent until she can have an interview
with her copiotter.
But what 4 hot agony Of hope blazed
up within her st Voltaire's look and
cunning nod!
II must not scream with Joy" she
thought. ~ must not shrek out this
great wicked, triumphant laugh ] feel
stirring in me. 1 must not jump up and
hug the dear old soHl. Thank heaven,
my tea is hot, and can choke myself
and cry"
Which she proceeded to 90, and under
cover Of her napkin got her face in\0
mask condition again.
She was taking lessons-this fair
noYice--in what woman's face is mad 4
for-nameiy. TO ldpk cool when the