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

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and Is stlekin plaster 10 every scratch
on an old free colored gentIeman's shins;
YOU jess think you see major what lib
erty and the holy angels is pullin caps
for and all the de0bls is shakin huf
away from where he stands; you jess git
all thai in your eye, Miss Lucy, and
you've got Major Skerrett."
"And can this gentleman help" she
asked earnestly as soon as she had his
person before her eyes.
"Help!" says Votaire. she can't help
helping. That's his business under this
canopy"
The negro stated briefly the scheme
Tor Kerr's capture and her abduction.
Lucy comprehended the whole In
moment.
Major Skerrett sent you a message,
/ Miss Lucy" says the successful envoy,
closing his report.
mel" she said. She mastered a
little scruple that Major Kerr's be-
trnthed ought not TO be receiving mes
SageS from strange majors. "What is
it? He is very kind TO thinG Of me"
"He said, Tell Miss Brothertoft to be
brave, TO be prudent and TO keep her
room with headache until we are ready
70 start
at makes me brave and prudent,
now that 1 have a strong friend to trust.
But the headache l had is all gone.
never felt so we'll and happy in my
| life"
Look at himg" Voltalre rejoined,
pointing to Kerr through the pantry
window. That will make you ache
FROM your head TO your heels"
She did look. aud acAed at once with
/ fresh resentment and disgust.
Kerr was leaning limp against tree,
I breathing tipsilY his nine oxygen azote-
/ The golden hills, the blue river and the
mountains, blue and gold, had no charms
/ for him. He was thinking, "Almest
time 70 make IL seven bells. can't
/ touch anything stronger than six water
greg this morning. Oh, my head."
pretty fellow for a lubber 10 my
young lady" says Voltaire. His mis-
I pronunciation revealed truth.
This faithful blackamoor now pro-
ceeded 10 act Othello relating his ad-
ventures. He had a traGicOmic episode
+ 10 impart Of his "hairbreadth escapes"
aud what he suffered, shin and sole, in
/ the trough QuarrIeS, rocks and hills"
/ back Of Anthony's nose, while he
lodged by night along the bypaths.
Lucy gave him for his pains world
Of signs" and slowed him for the dan
| gers he had passed" in her service.
Now" said the royal squire, In con-
cluSion, II must set you something to
( do, Miss Lucy"
"What?" she asked, trembling little
at responsibility.
"Send Dewitt and Sally Billsby of
/ home. They'll want frolic after work
I Ing so hard on your wedding dress. We
must have the house to ourselves to-
night"
Tonight! Lucy's heart bounded and
/ sunk. Yes, she must be free tonight,
or tomorrow would make her slave.
"Miss Lucy, " whispered Voltaire,
1.-TWO Of 'em was here already before
| sunrise"
"Not the"- She heSitated.
''Not the major! No; old Sam Gals
/ worthy and Hendrecus Canady. You
know ZEN. They come to see how the
land lay"
Mother calls; I must 60" said Lucy
/ in a tremOr.
she gave one look through the win
| dow at Kerr, leaning limp against a
| chestnut tree. The Skerrett mustache
| colored leaves in myriad pairs shook
over him. She seemed TO see q myriad
OF faces, with go ahead noses, no
humps, angelic blue eyes, bronzed
skins and truth and courage in every
line, looking out of the tree and signal
izing her, "Be brave! be prudent!