Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-09-10
CHAPTER XVII.

QIt6mo VI NUWNA eAA ~~A-NrNS
my grasp. ,.
Ii is now thAse days since the scene
IN the courtroom. The perjury "hi0u
/ committed answered its purpose al
ter considerable discussionN Slnnre was
acquitted, and Henry's murderer sun
remains unknown. Evep olhute
strong nerves were OVERTHROW oy Tue
shock OF Johns terrible DEATH anu
whether or not she had previously ~
tended 10 challenge my testimony sue
let tbe time pass by when she couId
have done so with effect. Since then
she has remained 81 Faxon's mousse
whore his wife waits upon her. But
TODAY l shall speak win her aud learn
her mind. What / have done mas Oeen
done for her-thst is my SOuClusiOu'
Even should she reject u, u VIII DC
consolation still.
We the nast weeks still in the fu-
+,-e would / pursue the same course?
Well. l cannot argue JOIN "hat L am u
what was Up 10 t9e time when SIN
g. o,n.ared my lis had been all
thought and speculation, out so Tar as
sction vas concerned only dull level
r,o,otonous rOutine-no memories,
a,,icira,ioDs. no events. Then dur
- fving sum mer l lived through
,bs mi height and depth Of my
na+rra The action and passion OF a
iSSstI,ne were couce htrated IN that little
space. The torch fmeu up rOyaIiy IOI
soor,ant but now % fickers, and per-
- n vii die out( Indeed / feel an
Indifference stealing lover me. Few ter
rors and few Joys could quicken my
nrlses nov I have made trial OF my
seIf and tbe result Isl not very satisiac-
tory.
Thought I had In me the making OF
creet man. bus great man is great
Is foT a lifetime. not merely for an hour.
i have cleared my way and am ready to
begin my career, but now that
all else is won the enterprise IS
lacking. Some men, II would seem,
are Knocked in their very creation.
They feel within them the STRINGS OF
what seems to be a mighty SOUL They
follow It's dictates, and, behold! all that
fine flame exhales away and leaves
nothing but dust and ashes. ltWas but
the spectre OF mighty sOul-a will-O''
the-wisp shat temptS them 20 destruc'
ton.
Yet there is one,thing that can rean-
innate me and perhaps stimulate me 20
fulfill the destiny had imagined. II
Sinfre gives herself TO me l sm happy,
/ am ia heaven, and the powers OF he'll
shall not prevail against me. She Is
nv lifeblood and the breath OF my nos
trus. Who she is, whence she comes
and for what end l know not, but she
has made herself my earth and my
heaven, my space, my fate. VIII she
vanish as she came? The sun sets aud
darkness falls, but anon the east is ahra
and be comes again. But upon the
night OF her departure-if she depart
no dawn will ever rise.
l cannot feel any confidence or securi'
". She seems when l fix my thoughts
upon her TO be far of aud still receding.
! am crushed down by some nameleSS
oppression Of evil visions. The ghost;
OF my dead brothers seem TO be lying in
wait for me in the gloom. But Siuhre
can rescue me; her soft white hand can
save me. She Is my god; l can look tc
no other. But II she fails me, what
then?
Well, there is still Saprani.
This little blank book-now nolonger
blank-which picked mp 10 an Idle mo-
ment and resolved 10 make journal Of
has but few pages left, and when II Is
finished I shall not begin another. Sc
does the Creator Of men pick up the
white leaf OF their ignorant souls sud
trace black marks upon 10 and then
fling IL aside. But who reads them.
Angels, perhaps, and sigh at what they
read, aud devils read them and tear
them and laugh. But no soul interpretS
its fellow soul; it cannot even interpret
itself; IL knows that it Is no longer
white, and that is all.
Sindre has been with me, and now
Rm alone again. My library is cool and
outlet, and the lamplight shines upon
the backs Of the books upon the shelves
and yonder the door opens into the
laboratory, witch is dark, and in these
rooms my days and years have been
spent, but not ny lte-tbat has beer
lived elsewhere. Is IL imHcJtal'- il
may be so, but what is immortality tC
me? Will IL give me Siufre2
"All the obstacles that separated Il;
have disappeared, " 1 said to her. "One
after another they are gone. II there
is any other thing to keep US apart, Il
must be Ia you and nowhere else. You
know why l took that sin upon myself.
Do yOn forgive it?'
What sin?' she asked.
Perjury
"Oh, THAR
"Did you wish TO die under a false &C
cusatiOu?' said i.
''How do you know it was islse?" she
returned.
ar any rate, know 1t"
perhaps then" she said, 81 may
have wished 70 save the one who was
really guilty. Why should I so greatly
care TO live? The man who had given
my live its object was gone. What had
to wait for?"
Then you loved him stIll?" e1-
claimed.
She gave me a strange look. "Loyed
him still l never loved him. From
the time first heard mis- name hated
him"
surely you did love him once, only
too WE'LL"
"Haye you thought so an OF me sa
that?" she replied, smiling 3 moment.
II might have expected il Of the Judge
ma jury, but l supposed your eyes were
leener. IL were s. man, would be-
leve in a miracle sooner than In the dis
lonc- OF the woman / loved. No, you
re wrong. l never saw Henry Main
Taring till / met him here"
"Then why was be your enemy?" !
demanded in establishment.
After a pause she said: "I will tell