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

When Pyramus and IhlS0e, When
C9ur de Lion and Blondel want speech
of each other, Wall will ever have "a
Granny right and sinister" for their
whispers, will "snow chink TO oilnk
through with their eyne."
Breakfast was over. Voltare was In
the pantry, clashing dish and pan for a
signal Lucy waited her moment to
dart in and get her hopes OF escape
made into certainties.
81 am going up stairs, Lucy" said
her mother, ito give Dewitt her last
hints about your wedding dress. Come
up presently and try it on"
She went out, leaving lover and lady
together.
Kerr stood before the FIRE IN his ia
vorite posture. His face was red, his
Jacket was red. He produced the effect
Of a great unmeaning daub of scarlet Ia
a genre-mauyais genre-picture.
The big BOBBY grew embarrassed with
himself. The quiet presence OF this
young girl abashed him. He knew that
his suit was an insult to her. lie saw
that she did not appreciate his feet and
inches. Neither his cheeks, nor his
shoulders. nor his calves touched her
heart. His vanity had been hurt, and
he felt a spitetul triumph that she was
In his power.
This morning he was ashamed OF him
self. IL is a grievous thing that men
cannot go to bed tipSy and wake up
without headaches and with self re-
spect. Perhaps it will be different
when chaos comes again.
Kerr felt Disguised with himself, and
embarrassed. He wanted to talk to
cover his awkwardness He did not
know what TO say. The complaint is
not uncommon.
II suppose she knows it's fine day,
and won't thank me for telling her, "
he thought. "Vaughan's trip up the
river-chat's talked out. Imade the pun
about ESopus and Esop's fables that
Rawdon got of last night, and she
didn't laugh. l wish l had Jack An
dre's tongue. | have half a mind to
cut it out of him-the dashed whipper
snapper-for trying to get her to flirt
with him yesterday. suppose | ought
to be making love now. But she has
never let me come near enough to make
what l call love. Well, l must say
something. Here goes! Ahem! Lucy
Miss Lucy"
"Sir."
ats very fine day"
very"
"a most uncommonly fine day for this
doosed climate"
No reply.
"Id box the dumb things ears II she
was Mrs. X" thought the major. But
she shan't silence me. I'll give her an
other chance. "Ahem Miss Lucy!
Wouldn't you like to stroll out and take
the air?"
mo, thank you. Do not let me de-
tain you"
Il say, you know, we're to be married
tomorrow. You needn't be so Internally
distant"
MY mother wishes me to join her
with the dressmakers.
"Well, IL you won't come, you won't"
says Kerr, taking himself OF ia dud-
geOn.
He walked out upon the lawn. The
air was nine oxygen azote Of the purest
proof. He swallowed il BODILY as If II
were six water grog.
Lncy HE'D TO the trysting place, where
the arch plotter was awaing amid pans
and dishes.
"Oh, Voltaire, tell me-" she cried.
Aud here tears interrupted her and
gushed as II she intended to use the Dig
gest pan for a lachrymatOry.
Don't cry, Miss Lucy" the Old fell
low says. Its good news!"
At which she only weDt the more.
Without much knowledge OF the
chemistry of tears, Voltaire saw that
spending them relieved and Gained the
young lady. Meanwhile, TO be talking
on different subjects until her first burst
was over, he said: II saw Major Sersm-
mel at FishkilI, Miss Lucy. He asked
after your health"
81 am obliged to him" The name
seemed 10 act like a dash OK cold water
These majors fatigued her Serammel
Yankee, limerick Hessian. Kerr British
she liked none of them. She began
to feel disgust for the grade.
my father" she said, with hef whole
heart in the word; ''tesl me Of Kim. He
has not forgotten ne. BE lows me. He
will save me from this-th 80 A
SOP drowned the spithet-
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