Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-04-23

It was quite deserted nova COOL
dimly lit little chamber with seats scat
tered here and there, and tall plants
and ferns everywhere about.
Cora took the chair he offered her,
looked closely at him as he seated him
sells beside her. chow changed you
are" she said abruptly.
Changed In what way?"
His eyes did not reach the frank girl
ish gaze. .
I'm many ways" she said softly. "It
is so long since l saw you" she went
on as she opened her fan and waved 1t
slowly 20 and fro. ~ remember so
we'll the last time-the day you came to
bid me goodbye. We were in the gar
den"
She broke of abruptly; something, a
Sigh, a movement of his, had seemed 10
warn her against pursuing the sub
ject. Cora was possessed OF quick sym
pathies and intelligence, as well as rare
loneliness. She changed the converse
ton. What wild tomboy 1 used to
bel What lectures you used TO give
me for torn frOcks and dirty hands!
Do you remember"
Perfectly; but it seems impossible to
think l should ever had the presump-
ton TO lecture you; or that the belle OF
the season could ever have been guilty
Of"
1.-The torn frocks, &C." she Interrupt
ted, smiling. 1t is true, though, how
aver much your memory may try TO nat
ter you into any other belief. And so
you have really come back from India
at last l am so glad-so very gladF'
"Why?" be asked, laughing. "The
DAYS OF my seli-appointed guardianship
are over. Ny little wild rose is trans
formed into a dollhouse blossom"
''No, not a bit of IT," said she deci-
dedly.
"She is Just the same; but you"
AYE! there's the rub," he answered
bitterly. II am-not. My dear child,
IL is no use saying we will remain the
same; we never IN. The years bring
changes to ourselves, to others, try as
we may TO prevent their doing so. tits
the law Of nature and Of human lives
nothing ever remains unchanged for
long" .
81 feel just the same" she answered
quietly.
The white feathers of the fan futter-
ed close 70 her cheek, touching It's faint
rose flush. lie looked up and sighed.
you are to be envied then" he said
g~ravely. ''Will the world leave you
that feeling long, 1 wonder?"
81 do not trouble myself about the
world" she said petulantly. at is
pleasant to be admired and have plenty
Of fun and pleasure and amusement;
pleasant-for a time. ApreS-"
"Apres?" he questioned, a. she left
the sentence unfinished after meeting
his eyes.
''There are so many other things"
she said, the color waVering htfully In
her delicate cheeks. lone cannot be
blind-one must see the sin and the
sorrow and the suffering. 1t seems to
me sometimes as II l were heartless to
enjoy life as lido; to feel so happy; to
have so many TO minister TO my whims
and fan cies."
my dear child" cried her compan-
ion in mock establishment, 'has not your
first season taught you that the supreme
essence of happiness is s%elfshness?
Trust me, the dark DAYS will come soon
enough. Don't anticipate them by
fancied sorrow or sentimental regrets"
"You misjudge me!' she said indig-
nantly. Il am not given to morbid or
sentimental fancies. What l said l
meant. l thought you at least would
know me better"
Her voice broke. The fan fluttered
quickly, the sweet red lips were tremu-
lous with emotion. Maulrever noted
the signs Of agitation with feeling Of
genuine surprise. His hand touched
the small glOved fingers and stayed the
movement of the snowy feathers that
they held.
pardon me-" HI Said gently: II did
not mean 70 offend you. The world is a
bad school for faith"
I'm men or women?" she asked quick
~.
''Ah, do not answer. 1 know what
you will say-but l an not OF your
world, Col. Maulrever. You might
Judge me differently, II only for the
sake Of the child you were so good TO
In years gone by; the child who has
never forgotton-you-"
And whom l can never forget"
The words were very low but she
heard them, aud looked up with such
gladuess as might we'll have repaid a
memory more faithful than his own.
They were both silent.
Something OF his W youth came
back to his memory; some remembrance
| OF higher, purer, better things. To him
Cora was not 1.-THE beauty" OF the
season, but only q lovely, hayward
child, with all the future unmapped be-
fore her careless feet-a child who had
pelted him with rose blossoms in the
sunny Devon lanes-a child who looked
az him now with a woman's soul dawn
ing. Ia the wistful, tender eyes.
And how could he guess he was the
hero Of her life?