Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-01-24

name. by the way--that l saw from the
South pass--they seem to me quite an
ideal Sierra. Their blue edges ana
cleaning snow peaks were great society
for US as We came by. We are very iona
Of scenery, sir, ny daughter and /, ana
this breadth Of effect is very impressive
after England. England, you know, sir,
is tame--a snug little place, but quite a
prison for people Of scope. Lancashire,
my old home, IS very pretty, but not
grand; quite the contrary. have grown
really quite tired Of green grass and
well kept lawns and the shaved, beard
less, effeminate look OF my native coun-
try. This rough nature is masculine. II
reminds me Of the youth Of the world. l
like 10 be in the presence OF strong
forces. am not afraid OF the Orson
feeling.
Besides, in Lancashire, particularly,
we never see the sun; We see smoke, we
breathe smoke; smoke spells the fra
GRANGE and darkens the hue OF all our
life. hate chimneys, sir; | have seen
great fortunes go up them. l might per-
haps tell you something OF my own ex-
DeTience in looking up certain tail
chimney not a hundred miles from
Clitheroe, and seeing ancestral pictures
and a splendid old mansion all going on
in smoke. But you are stranger and
do not care about hearing my gossip,
Besides, what is the loss OF house and
lands if one finds the pearl Of great
price, and wins the prophets crown and
the saints thrOue?"
And here the gray haired, pale,
dreamy old gentleman paused, and a
half quenched fire glimmered in his
eye. His childish, ianatical ambition
stirred him, and be smiled with look
Of triumph.
l was silent in speeches. pity.
His daughter turned and smiled with
almost fearful tenderness upon her
father.
II have not heard you so animated for
q long time, dear father, she said. Mr..
Wade seems quite 10 inspire you"
Eyes, my dear, he has been talking on
many very interesting topics"
/ had really done nothing but 70 bow
and utter those civil mOnOSyllables
which are the Hear. hear" Of the con-
yersation.
If had been silent, Brent had not.
While the garrulous old gentleman was
prattling on at full speed, had heard
all the time my friends low, melodious
voice as he talked TO the lady. He was
a trained artist in the fine art Of sym
patty. His own early SORROWS had made
him infinitely tender with all that suf-
fer. To their hearts he came az one
that had a right TO enter, as one that
knew their maIady, and was commanded
TO lay gentle touch OF soothing there.
II is greater power 70 have known the
worst and bittereSt that can befall the
human life, and yet not be hardened.
No sufferer can resist the fine magnet
ism Of a wise and unintrusiye pity. 1t
is as mild and healing as music By night
to fevered sieeplesSneSS.
The lady's protective armOr OF stern
ness was presently thrown aside. She
perceived that she need not wear 1t
against a man who was brother TO every
desolate soul---siSterly indeed, so deli
cate was his prehensiOn % the
wants Of woman's nature. In fact,
both father and daughter, as soon as
they discovered that We were ready 10
be their friends, met u frankly. 1t was
easy 70 see, poor souls. that II was long
since they had found any one tit com
pany for them, any one whose presence
could excite the care beguiling exhilar-
alton of worthy society. They savored
the aroma Of good breeding with appe-
tite.