Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-11-06

appstll for meat and drink we're in full
force again, all the ssouter for TINS
mornings respite.
sWAat lucky dog / an" be said.
ito dodge that expedition OF Vaughan'sl
I'm the soldier tired OF wars alarms,
Miss lucy"
'sYSu do not care about laurels any
more" Mrs. Brothertoft said with her
half sheer.
''Not when can get roses"
His look with this brought fire into
Lucy's cheeks.
.sNo," resumed he; ST should be glad
enough to help burn the dashed rebels
houses over their heads, and them, too,
in their beds. Here's confusion to
'em, and luck to Jack Burgoyne! l
hate the vulgar varmint.' But don't
want to leave q good dinner to see
bonfres. I know where I'm well OF,
and going to be better. En-, Miss
Luey?"
Her heart began to throb and her
head to ache at once,
''This goose has got bark on thick
as an oak tree" continued the valiant
trencherman, making an incision.
"Give me another cut Of beef-the red,
with plenty Of fat and plenty of gravy,
II you please, my mamma that shall be.
1 need support when the parson opens
his batteries tomorrow. En-, Miss
Lucy? with this ring thee wed, and
with all my worldly Hain't got any
goods. I'll endow you with all my
worldly debts aud tell the Jews to shift
the securityl Haw, hawl"
He laughed boisterously.
This coarse p9an stirred up echoes
Of repulsion in Lucy's heart.
How she longed to fling defiance at
him! Patience-she almost bit the word
in two with her teeth set hard upon 1t.
One rash expression would be ruin, but
great red-hot shot Of scorn burned
within her. She discovered that there
was strong language in her vocabulary.
Nv as 2ifcGn . Fer cow. She was
beginning to half understand herself at
last. When the boiler grows hot tne
water feels its latent steam.
"Am the same being?" she thought.
Gam the meek Consent l have pltled
and wept with so long? No; have
ceased to be spiritless nobody. l am
almost sorry that help from without Is
coming to me. 1 should like to stand
up now and say: Madam, OF you as
woman 1 will not speak-as mother
you are tYrant and defy you. defy
you and this brute nothalf so base as you
whom you have dared to name by the
sacred name Of lover, whom you have
called in to aid you in dishonorlng your
child Yes; 1 could almost say that to
her now. Is it possible? Is 1t possible
that woman can so hate woman? L
never felt what the sanctlty OF my
womanhood was until now--Row that l
perceive this miserable plot against it,"
This defiant mood was strong within
her. But presently, as she looked at
Kerr, growing redder with too much
| dinner and too much wine, laughing at
his own coarse jokes and throwing at
her great vulgar compliments; and
when all at once, in contrast rose the
| figure of the other major as she had
painted him, disgust so mastered her
that she sprang up, pleaded headache
and fed TO her chamber, to wait and
hope and doubt and play alone.
"Megrims again." said the lover sulk-
ily, as she disappeared. 81 don't like it.
She didn't run away from Jack Andre
yesterday"
''Oh, let her amuse herself with
headaches, If she pleases," said the
lady of the manor. Il understand the
child. l saw ner this morning over her
wedding dress. She is as eager for
the happy moment as any lover could
wish.
$50 you think she shams coy?"
EYES," said Mrs. Brothertoit; and
she was willing to believe it.
"Well, good night, pretty creature!
| Let il go up stairs and think how sweet
IL will look tomorrow in its silks and
laces. What, are you going too, my
mammal"
Eyes. Take your glass Of wine
quietly. We will have supper late. 1
am going to doze little in the parlor.
1 dreamed troublesome dreams last
night.
"By George!" said Kerr, as she closed
the door. splendid woman! Twice as
handsome as the Duchess of Gurgoyle!
| suppose she thinks the Kerrs will
take her up when she goes to England.
No ma'am! We can't quite stand that.
You've got all you can expect out Of me
when you've married off your daughter
on me. Now, then, It's going TO be
solemn business, drinking alone"