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

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and talked TO me about his adventures
He is like Othello, and felt ike Des-
"Dot," cried Edie. 'qtIs not righttO
! talk So"
"You are old enough to be trusted,
Dot" said Deb severely. =,
"But wanted to worship somebody,
said poor Dot; "you all told me TO-"
The sisters looked aghast at each
other.
said Pompilia.
"But, Pom, he was so kink, and ne
talks beautifully; he is the incest man
l ever met in my life. Let me take the
VOW"
But the sisters would not hear Of 1t,
and poor Dot felt in disgrace.
1--WE must look after the child" said
Edie.
"She must come with us always" said
Pom. :.
"Let her Alone" said Lii. "It won't
hurt her to worship man, and he Is
nice fellow, really; 1 met him IN the
garden" -,
Deb, Pom and Edle groaned, and Lii
| changed the subject By striking up d
lively air on her guitar.
The five sisters spent Sunday in Cor
ing, and they did their best to look
after Dot, but the mischief was done.
Directly after breakfast Mr.. Lsncelot
Lane called on the ladies and offered to
escort them to church. Edie looked
grave, Deb shifted with disapprobation,
Pompilia was cold and reserved, but
Lii chatted gayly and Dot listened ana
looked demure. So they all strolied
through Goring Village to the pretty
little church.
After dinner the five Gray Nuns
climbed up Streatley Hill and wandered
through the woods. They came upon
Mr.. Lane sitting smoking under the
beeches and reading 1.-THE Monks OF
Theema." He joined them in their
homeward walk and they found him
delightful companion. he talked So
cialism with Deb, the Renaissance
with Pom, Venice with Edie, and art
with Lii, while shy Dot listened and
glowed. They had tea in the garden
under the apple tree, and Mr.. Lane
Joined them and brought his friend,
! the Oxford don with him. 1t was GER
tainly very delightful, but Deb, Pom,
and Edie felt vague qualms at permit
ting this freedom after their recent
vows. So the Sunday passed away.
and the five gray nuns started of early
on Monday morning to their boat, and
| towed and rowed up to Oxford.
at is the jolliest holiday Ihave ever
! had" said Deb sorrowfully, as she pre-
pared to take the train on Monday
night back to her duties; for Deb'S
school required her attention the next
day. The rest had more leisure, SO
! they took the boat back TO Reading.
It is WhltsunntIde year later, and
Deb, Pom and Edle have met again at
little cottage at Goring. Changes
have taken place during the year. De-
mure, blue-eyed little Dot is actually
married TO Lancet Lane, and the
pair are In Switzerland.
Lii is radiant and busy making ready
her wedding garments, for fortune has
smiled upon Charlie. He has three pic
! ing a considerable stir, and Charlie Is
| likely W UGCOu6 ldulOuSs
So the thr[e remaining sisters meet at
Goring to recount how faithfully they
have kept their vows.
ave won't talk in the house," de-
clared Deb. 81 fancy that Lancelot
Lane must have heard US last year
the lattice was OPEN"
So in the cool evening they stroll in
to the rich meadows along the towing
path, and they find a seat on gnarled
stump under the willows.
Let Deb Begin" commanded Edie,
and Deb began.
"Ssters, l have kept my VOW, and 1t
shall be sacred all my life; but it was a
VOW which never ought to have been
taken. Gabriel Greystone is married
man, and has been married for years. I
discovered it accidentally. You know
have recently been appointed to one Of
the London Board schools. Among the
upper standard girls to whom teach
physiology I noticed two bonny, brown
eyed little maids, who smiled 6ewitch-
ingly when | spoke to them. Their
names were Gabrielle and Ernestine
Greystone, ana subsequent inquiries
proved that my ideal man Is
their father. l have seen their mother
once; she is a pale little woman with
big black eyes. get wearied of the
monotOny Of life sometimes, and then
go TO meetings and hear Gabriel Grey
stone talk and flash his beautiful
smiles. 1t puts a new heart into me,
and | go on again. l know him Just
TO speak to; but dare say he forgets me
until he sees me again, and then he can
never recall my name"
And Deb sighed and sat down.
what a dreadful thing to have
vowed only to wed a man who is al
ready married." said Pom.
ut was mistake, dear. took 1t
for granted that he was a bachelor"
said Deb. "We make mistakes some-
times in this tangled world Of ours"
Then Edie rose.
SISTERS" she said. 81 have kept my
vow, and am likely to keep it for the
rest of my life. Timothy Nunning has
gone over to the Church OF Rome. He
is going to be priest. 1t was the art
point OF view which attracted him so
strongly. Yet it is sad, for Toynbee
has lost a worthy worker. l mourn his
loss with many" and Edie sat down
with cheeks paler than usual.
poor Edie," murmured Pom.
"The illusions OF life ." away"
muttsred Deb.
Then Pom got up.
"My Greek god, Ernest Michael Bal
ley, with the glorious head and the
rich, mellow voice, has passed away
from the rank of Oxford lecturers. We
know him no more at our centre. Yes
terday he was married to a rich Ameri-
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