Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-11-27

A. HeS nearly O'Clock when the i've
cray Nuns passed through Goring Lock
ana delivered up their boat TO the
j friendly boatman.
/ "HoW sweet" said Deb. shifting. "a
they trod the Goring roads to their cot
tage. Honeysuckle; lookP
yes, said Edie. what q treat to
be out Of Londonw
what charming cottage" declared
LII when they reached she low, thatch-
/ co, Vlne-clad cottage. "Three whole
days here, and perhaps four; delight
"And the river IN the sunshine"
murmured Deb. Life is worth living,
isn't il, girlS?"
why are we Gray NunsP" demanded
Dot, as they sat in the low-rafted cot
tage room, where Eiie was cutting lem
| ons FOR lemon squash. Pom was mixing
a salad, and Lii was cutting bread and
butter for the evening meal.
Nobody answered, and Dot went on
| cOmDlainiDgly:
There is joke IN It, am sure"
dot, said Deb, suddenly, "shall you
ever marry?"
Il don't know" said Dot, seriously.
"But you ought to know" declared
/ Deb, as she arose. SISTERS" she be-
gan, "Sisters of the Order OF Gray Nuns,
let Us take solemn VOW"
"Edie, Pom, and Lii stayed their
operations, and Deb went on:
"My dears, men are not worth much,
not men Of the vulgar herd; we can do
Infinitely better without them. We will
take a vow of celibacy here on the spot
but" and her voice grew thrilling, "we
have our ideals"
Lii interrupted:
(which means, we each worship one
man Ia our hearts, and we have Yes
ready for one bright, particular star
know Edie has, and I'm not ashamed
to own TO IL so far as 1 am concerned"
and LIPS face shone, while Edie bluShed
rosy red.
Pom went on gravely.
Il know Deb reverences one man
with her whole soul, aud l also worship
at the shrine of one whom 1 consider a
saint Of earth"
"Deb's line face glowed and her eyes
grew soft.
1.-The man whom reverence Is
worthy Of all honor" she said; "he is
one of the noble souls OF EARTH"
"And you, Dot?" asked Edie.
"I don't think I know any noble
souls" unused Dot; ~ wish 1 did.
There is our vicar, but be is fat and
lazy; besides no is married; and there is
the curate, but his face is pimply and
he chants out Of tune" and Dot shook
her head sadly. He could never make
me look like Deb when I thought Of
him." she added.
"Isn't there anybody else?" queried
Lii.
Dot sighed.
"Not one" she said.
"She is a novice" said Deb.
"Shs must be Initiated declared
Edie.
When the evening meal was over Lii
arose.
"Gray Nuns" she began, 81 propose
that we each in turn describe our ideal
man and say why we worship him."
81 second that, declared Deb.
"And l propose that Deb begins, SAID
Pom.
':We have no secrets from the sister
hood" said Lii. Let US disclose to
them all the wherefore Of the Gray
Nunnery.'"
They know" said Edie.
"Al but Dot, " declared Deb.
''And she is a novice" decided Pom.
"She must be initiated" said Deb.
"Begin, Edie."
"When I was IN Venice, my dear,
said Edie, "there was with our party
the kindeSt and truest specimen OF man
hood that / have ever met; his name was
Nunning. 1t was compliment OF my
admiration for him that made Lii Sug-
gest to call the boat the 'Nunnery.
THE finest and noblest soul in the
whole world is q Socialist named Grey
stone" went on Deb. Because Pom
knew that I held him above all men on
earth, she suggested the boat should De
the Grey Nunnery' in his honor"
$50 we are Grey Nuns" said little
Dot with wondering, serious, blue eyes.
Il wish I worshiped somebody, Deb"
''You will some day, Dot" said Edie.
"Iet the sisters begin" cried Pom.
"Deb, we will wait TO hear all about
YOUR modest soul of earth, where and
how YOU met him, and the sisters will
Judge il he be worthy to be wor
shipped"
Deb arose. "Grey Nuns" she began,
81 am a Socialist. belong TO a society
OF Socialists who call themselves 'Pio-
neers.'" Deb'S eyes ShOne. They are
the very salt OF the earth, these Pho
neers: they are scholars, students, think
ers, and workers; l am but a humble
Disciple, but do little. The leaders
of the Pioneers is Gabriel Greystone.
He is an Oxford man, a Fellow Of his
college. a lecturer on political economy.
He is tall; he has a white, pure race ana
beautiful brown eyes full of sympathy
compassion. He speaks huently In
beautiful language, he conYinces every
bodv. I saw him stand on q platform
in a crowded meeting and speak, shaft
of sunlight fell across his face, and he
looked like an angel. He has rare and
wonderful smile which Eliminates his
whole countenance: when he flashes at
Won. You feel somehow glorined. L
have heard him speak in Hyde Park,
and thousands have rushed 10 hear him,
and I have heard him lecture in the
schools st Oxford, and students have
hung upon his words" And Dec
paused.
"What has he done?" demanded LII,
"beSideS tal6?"
He has worked" went on Deb. "He
writes books and tracts and pamphlets;
he lives a self-denying, unselhsh life; he
works among workiugmen, he travels
third-class, he lives in small rooms, on
the simplest fare, ne has beautiful
ideals, aud one day he will help make
earth a fairer spot"
Pom asked: "DO the Gray Nuns con-
cider Gabriel GreySohe worthy TO be