Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-08-27

1.-THE murderer alone knows" said 1,
UIt seems cruel. He loved TO be
alive, and he didn't expect it," was the
next remark. She fetched long sigh.
~ would have spared his life"
would you have him alive again?"
demanded.
Chow can tell?" she returned. at
is done!'
Those words, at is done" had a sad
ness and solemnity in them that pierced
through my resentment and sterneSS,
and made me feel, as had not done be-
fore. that the horror was not only hor-
ror. but that it was irrevOCable forever.
I could not speak. l turned and walked
down the room. Life is ali possibility.
There are few riddles that time cannot
answer, few wrongs that years will not
remedy, but death has no cure. Every
thing must stop there AID begin afresh.
The life that has gone out is no longer
an element 10 the problem. The Cor
dian knot is cut, and the severed
strands are intractable and meaningless.
Then we see, what was invisible till
then, how much might have been saved
by the strong magic Of patience. But
it is doue-it is no dream or magma
tlon-it is done!
| turned again. She had stepped
nearer to the body, and STOPPING for
ward took something from the breast
of her riding habit and laid IL on the
dead mans heart As l came toward
her saw that it was q gold ring set
with an opal.
What does that mean?" asked.
at is his, she replied. LET it be
buried with him. have no more to
do with it,"
"How came you by it?"
"Call it beQuest. l always meant TO
return it to him, was her answer. at
meant a great deal once, but now that
he is gone ii means nothing. 1t is his. 8"
81 have no curiosity to crafty, SIN
fire." l said after pause. 81 have al
ways accepted you and everything con-
corning you on your own representa-
ton and cared for nothing more. II
YOU were compelled TO answer any
questions l put TO you, would ask
none. Nothing that is past is any con-
Germ Of mine or of ours, and this is no
time TO think OF the future. Let that,
too, take care Of itself. But 1 may ask
YOU why and how you came here. 1t
seems strange to me aud might seem
stranger still to others IL they knew"
"Oh, there's no mystery about 1t,
Cousin Frank" replied she, looking at
me with half smile and speaking in
lighter tones than she had used before.
.sYou know had asked 10 be allowed
TO stay, and though, TO please your
mother, agreed to 20 TO the lake
made up my mind from the first that I
would come back. So when they were
all asleep saddled my horse and came.
1 was ready TO do my part" she con-
cluded, touching the derringer at her
side.
You rode ten miles through the
woods alone?"
81 feel at home in the woods. can
find my way anywhere"
How long have you been here?"
'Idon't know; not long. left my
horse mile from here in thesoid barn
and walked the rest Of the way. A lit
tie while ago some one passed mel
think IL was John-riding back.
thought something must have happen
ed. and l saw liRh. here and found the
door ajar, as came in"
81 wish you had come at any other
time, said l, for l could not help per-
ceiving that her presence In the neigh
borhood so near the hour of the murder
might prove an awkward circumstance
hereafter. sit wOuge be best that no