Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-11-06
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Nombre de Diedenl what fiji
There stands the lady, within the per-
feet dress beautiful to three points
Of admiration. Sweet eighteen can bear
low neck by broad daylight
The struggle in her heart with all her
wild emotions Of terror and hope was
as great beautifier as the presence OF
critical wedding guests, the rustic OF q
surplice, the electric touch Of a gay
gold ring and the first clasp OF the hand
of a husband.
And you, oh, Peter Skerrett! you have
shaved of your muStache and donned a
coat much too small-yOu have made a
guy Of yourself for your first interview
with this ANGEL
Shall the personal impression she may
already have made be here revised and
corrected? No; FOR this is not real sun
shine upon her. II she is ever photo
graphed, It shall be in her bright, not
in her dark day. Let her wait till full
er maturity for describing! 1t is easy
TO see the Brothertoft in her. She
blends the tender grace Of the lady in
Vandyck's picture with the quiet dig
nifty OF the gentleman. But is there
not kindling ia her face the Yigor OF
another race, her mothers? Perhaps
a portrait now would belle her final
look.
"You are like an angel, Miss Lucy"
said Mrs. Dewitt,
She was. She stood there in bridal
robe, veil and wreath. Her hands were
clasped firm TO control her insurgent
heart. Her lips were parted and she
was whispering to herself, "Be brave!
BE prudertp Her eyes overlooked the
present and saw hope in the blue sky
above the golden Highlands through
her window.
Yes; like an angel.
There was hush for 3 moment. The
three bad wOmen-the pert hOyden, the
false wife and the proud mistress OF the
manor-were silenced and a0ashed.
Again the old pang stirred In the
mothers bosom. Again she longed to
throw herself at her daughters feet and
pra7 forgiveness. But again she gained
that defeat of a victory over her woman
illness. She trampled down the weak
ness Of repentance. The bedlam look
flieksred over her features, and she
hardly restrained her furious impulse to
lean forward aud rend the innocent face
and the maiden bosom that so shamed
her.
oYou do look just like 80 angel, Miss
Lucy" Abby Dewitt asseversted, with
the air of a cOnnaiSseure In the article
Don't she, Sally?"
The two thereupon gave tongue 10
voluble batteries. -
your work does you great credit
Dewitt" Lucy said. mamma, cannot
we snare Abby and Sally to 90 home TO
the farm tonight? They deserve
holiday after this long confinement.
And tomorrow will be busy day
again?" IN
"Oi course, my dear, If they wish It. :"
Mrs. BrothertOtt was glad TO put her
daughter under obligation.
The women again gave tongue Win
thanks. They were always, as Noltalre
had said. ready to get away for frollc.
T.ncv smiled to herself at the easy sue
cess of her stratagem. She bad packed
off baggage and baggage without sns-
piclOn.
ssWhat q conspirator I am becoming
she thought. .sAhl silly Lncy, the child.
the the thing to be flung away she,
too. can help babe the evil schemes
AGAINST herself. When these coarse
women are gone there Eill be not soul
mt friends within mile Of the house.
Dinner wss tarlly to-day after tholate
hreak fast following the reyel.
Nins-oxyeen a1ofo By the lungfpi nag
ivsn tone Is Major Kerr's system. hlH