Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-12-03

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me from head to foot with smiling ad-
miratiOn, while she conveyed her
thoughts In confidential but perfectly
audible asides. I distinguished only
the words "elegante" and %"propre,"
but these just served 20 whet my appe-
tite for hattery.
"She says I'm elegant and proper,
out what else does she say?" / asked
eagerly.
"Ahl TO understand Mere Lucas com
pliments you must learn French" Ia
ras replied, laughing, "Come, let US
see II her dinner isn't just as nice"
"Dinner!" I exclaimed, "wby, we've
had one bow many do you have a
hday. for goodness sake?" That dinner
stands out in my recollection as the
most delightful 1 have ever had. There
was a greater variety OF dishes than at
q lunch, and each-eSpecially a won
derful gateau prepared expressly for
me-Wa a fresh surprise. The can
dies, clustered round a bouquet OF
bright flowers and delicate grasses,
shed a soft light over the table, the sill
yer glittered and the wine shOne like
ruby 10 the glasses. IL afforded me
great satisfaction TO be able, after one
or two little accidents, TO hold my knife
and fork as Taras did, 70 fOregO the
habit Of resting my elbows on the table,
and 20 find that after all, thanks to my
large French serviette, 1 had not made
. single spot on my new gown.
When we had finished our little cups
Of black coffee / veRtured 70 ask Taras
what he usually did in the evening.
swell. usually I saunter along the
e~mbankment for half an hour or So" he
replied
"Wo you mind me a-goin' along
with y Jest for once?" 1 asked.
He Ancdd at my dress with a mo-
ment't l|esitation, and then, overcoming
his QualmS, said that be should be very
happy to take me.
"Jest you walt . bit, said I, jumping
1up. cpl be down in . iify."
The "jify," 1 fear, must have been q
rather tedious one 70 Tar9s, but at
length I came down in my dark skirt,
my ealskin jacket and tOQue and : pair
of pale kid gloves.
what dye think OF me now?" I
asked in eXultatiOn.
Taras U~urposely restrained himself
from saying all he felt, for fear that
UEAlaH UlAnA 4O MUA9 q 444 h0NA
AZ this time, and I felt a little disap-
pointment when be said very quietly
that my dress was ladylike and grace
ful.
We walked over Westminster bridge
and along the embankment 70 the tenn
pie and then back. My walking boots
we're tight and pinched my feet cruelty,
b. rad the pain been ten times sharper
cduld have borne it cheerfully and
without a murmur. Indeed 1 almost
exulted in this suffering and 10 the
effort to conceal the slightest trace Of
it from Taras, with the feeling in a
minor degree OF q martyr enduring tor
ture for q great cause. The gain 20 me
was nothing less thar tremendous. But
yesterday girls stopped to laugh 10 my
Face and jeer at my grOtesQUe distress;
now they glanced at me with looks Of
envy There was nothing ludicrOus 10
my appearance, nothing anomalous in
nv walking beside a well-dressed gem
tleman. / appeared 20 be his equal.
Taras himself seemed pleased 20 have
a companion to talk tO-nOt that / said
much, for / was unused TO taking part
in cor lersation; my powers Of forming
ideas and expressing them were wholly
tupdeveloped, and my chief anxiety was
10 hold my shoulders back like Miss
Hopkins and to find a gait which was
neither shutting nor jerky. He knew
nv inability TO talk, and so kept up an
easy running chat which called for
nothing beyond Eyes or ''no" on my
part. I remember he told me the his
tory OF Mere Lucas life-hoW years
-L- h-l uWowwaa mfHh haw hmahann
IN besieged Paris, when even the rich
could not get food; how she had fought
beside him on the barbados where be
was killed; how she herself narrowly
escaped being shot with other com
munists only 20 be transported TO an
island thousands Of miles from her
country and friends, and how, on her
return TO Paris, she found her children
dead and not a friend 10 help her.
"She don't look like as ii she'd gone
through all that, said l.
'No; time brings fOrgetiulness,
thank GOd!' be replied. But it struck
me even then that the old woman owed
more 70 his humanity than to time.
A gentleman stood with his hand on
the kuocker as we reached our door.
"Come in. l am glad to see you"
said Taras, opening the door with his
key, and then, as We entered the
living room, be int reduced Us In the
simplest me
Barry Eava nagh-Aura."
He was a handsome man-handsomer
than Taras In some respects, but Of a
different type. He was Slighter, more
delicately nodded, with long, perfectly
regular features, a dark skin, black
hair and mustaChe and the lOvelieSt
soft, sleepy eyes Of deep brown. lie
, was ten years older than TaraS, but he
.Nooked still more, lacking that eXDan
live simplicity which gave youth 70 my
friends face. Their dress alone dis
anguished the different character of
Che two. TaraS, in his loose, light
tweed suit, dannei shirt and soft, care
lessly tied neckerchief, looked like q
worker. Kavanagh's tight fitting dark
coat, rigid collar aud a scarf and per-
feet gloves gave him the air of a we'll TO
doidler-a man of the world aud society.
He inclined his head to me With seri.
Gus courtesy aud a certain hOmeage in
his regard which every friend Of Taras
commanded from those who knew him.
] did not even nod in reply, but setting
my hands behind me leaned against the
wall and looked at him with, / fear,
very ill concealed dislike, the warmth
with which Taras greeted him having
aroused the first hostile sense OF jeal-
ousy IN my heart.
The two men spoke lightly on general
topics, while Taras brought out cigars
and q spirit case, Kavanagh, with stu
diOus pOlitenesS, framing his phrases 70
include me ard inviting me by an occa-