Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-04-16

nam ' sat resds e9entn Hurley.
The stranger outside opened the gate.
the wind drove him up to the door, and
he pulled ths bell. 1t was answered oy
a servant, who gazed at him curiously.
re asked If he could see the smack own
er.
"Of course you can" she said, sharp
ly. "But shake some OF that snow OFF,
He tried, but his fingers seemed
numb. She impatiently beckoned him
In apd left him on the mat while she in
formed her master q man wanted him.
Before she could speak the visitor had
stolen up behind. As she drew back he
and Genth came face to face. The at
titude OF the shabby figure was humble,
and his knees shook.
Come In" cried Genth, cheerily-
"come in, my man. You wanted to see
me?"
In a hesitating way the other stepped
forward; particles OF snow had melted
on his beard and hung in glistening
drops.
tDon't you know me, Hurley?.' he
asked, in a trembling tone. 81 wonder
If Nell will know me? I'm Tom Har-
rlngton!"
With strange, gurgling cry, Genth
fell back and clutched at the mantel-
piece. He seemed turned TO stone.
The visitor looked wistfully at the
bright fire, and caressed his thin hands
as IL he were warming them. mo, mol"
gasped Genth hoarsely, rot himl-not
Tom Harringtonl He was drowned at
sea-"
"Not drowned" said the other, and
his voice sounded so gentle, so unlike
the Harrington of cid, that there was
plenty OF room for mistaking his identi-
ty; "bat picked up by schooner when
he had lost all hope. / was carried to a
strange place, and / had the fever.
He drew little nearer the FIRE and put
his hand on the back Of chair; then,
with a smile, he looked at Genth. Hur-
ley's face wore an awful, frozen look.
He appeared covering back.
"I'm very tired" said the wanderer
feebly. "May I sit down? Ihave been
to some strange places, but Pm home
now, and 1 want 20 find Nell. l have
been to the old house, bnt she was not
there. But you'll help me to find her,
won't you? You'll tell me- where she
is?"
His voice was eager. and again he
looked at Genth. The door OF the room
was only partly closed, aud through 1t
there came faint cry; then soothing
sound; then cry louder than the first.
The rescued man prlcked his ears.
"a baby" he said. $50 YOU are mar
red. Perhaps-perhaps," he added
timidly, "you don't want me here. l had
better CO. l had no right TO come; but
l thought you could tell me where Nell
was" He gazed again at the fire, and
his shaky fingers strayed over the but
tons Of his threadbare coat. With an
effort he staggered up.
1t was only Genth's lips that moved.
Eyes, yes" he said in hollow tone,
gol And in the name OF God go quick!
To-morrow-ril see you tomorrow.
A gust OF wind drove the snow against
the window. Before the fleeting pat
terms OF the flakes were off the glass
another gust made them afresh. Har-
rington shivered. "It's very cold" he
said, 'but I'll walk quick, and you'll
Iell luo MuGlo w huA ~NNAA
As he put the question there sounded
a ripping laugh; then the joyous snatch
of q song, as some one tripped down the
stairs. The wanderers face grew
bright. He held up his hands. Lis
tenn! he cried breathlessly. "Thats
Nell's voice! My Nell! That is the
song she used to sing long ago! Why,
she is here, Hurley-she Isl. He
turned wonderingly to Genth. The
smack owners jaw had fallen, his teeth
were chatterng, and, trembling in
every limb, he barely held up by the
mantlepiece.
A puzzled look stole over Harring-
toms face. 1t cleared, and he, too, be-
gan to tremble. "Your wife!" he whis-
pered. "You have married her! You
thought me deadl / am going-I am
goingm He put his hama out to feel
for the door. He was trying to find the
handle when it swung open and Nell
stood on the threshold. He gave low
sob, and with bent head tried to pass
her. She tried to see his face.
81 am going, Nell" he mumbled-"1
am going" He was quite helpless now,
and blinded by tears.
At the sound of his voice, at the sight
OF the shaky figure grown Suddenly
old, some memory stirred her, and she
clutched him by the arm. He lifted
his head; their eyes met, and with
wild scream she sank to the floor.
An hour later doctor came. lie
looked at Harrington, who had been
put to bed, and shook his head. "I'm
no use," he said. "Cold, exposure, q
debilitated constitution. The man has
been dying for weeks. He may last
the night out; / doubt it,"
The doctor was right. Harrington
gradually grew weaker and weaker
His brain wandered to strange scenes,
the River Plate, Costo Rica; then home,
and Nell. When his mind partially
cleared, she was bending over him, and
Genth sat holding his hand. Like a
child he put up his face, and she kissed
him. He looked, smiling, at Genth,
Their his head fell back on the pillow.
81 am going" he said softly-"I am
going" There was a faint flutter OF
breath, and his eyes closed. The deck
hand had pone.-ChdmberS's Journal.