Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-03-05

weekly trip to town, wearing iignt gray
clothes and straw hat.
Trusty no longer grew pale as ne
drove into town, and he looked right
and left about him. The violence OF
temptation was gone. He still attenueu
stoicly to his work, talking unneces-
sarily to no man. but he no longer
feared himself. The express train was
two hours behind time, and Trusty teie-
phoned six miles out to the prison
whether he should wait for 1t, ana the
answer came back:
"Wait until the express train comes:
He was free man for two hours. ne
took the horse to stable, wnere ne
usually had it fed, and then started out
for walk. How strange, wlle, excit-
ing it was! The morning was 0almy' ana
the great elm treesthat nearly met across
the street OF the country town maze
fair. green archway, under wnicn ne
walked. The intoxication OF freedom
was in his blood. He knew he could
never really be free again, except Tor
stray hours like this, in long stretches
for years, and therefore would he drink
his bliss drop by drop that not one
should be lost He strolled along past
the pretty, galleried houses, with open
windows and green vines climbing over
them, past the gay shops, down INTO
shady, shabby street, where the houses
were apparently uninhabtted ana the
only sound was the rustiing OF the elm
trees overhead. And midway down the
street was little half door, and out OF
it leaked bIowsy golden head, and Two
reckless, beautiful blue eyes watched
him as he walked through the dappied
shadows of the street.
"Hello, my sweetheartr cried mer-
ry voice TO him.
Trusty started as if he had been shot;
then. when his eyes fixed themselves
on the reckless blue ones he could not
take them away.
"Why so solemn" she asked, bend
ing still further out, and pushing her
hair back with two white hands.
Trusty could not speak-but not so
Miss Blue Eyes!
"Have you seen the great company
Of Swedish lady dancers at the Terpsi-
chorean Hall? Well, you ought 10.
Pm the boss lady dancer, and you bet L
can make the chandeliers ring.
Not word spoke Trusty. She and
he lived in different worlds-and how
could - scIl her that never again, so
long as he lived, would he ever see any
thing but the Valetta Penitentiary?
However, Miss Blue Eyes was not bash
full and did most of the talking. IL was
nearly eight years since he had looked
into any woman's eyes except the dove
like ones of the Warden's wife, but
something in this yellow haired girl re-
minded him OF the little girl that DIED.
lie did not know how long he stald In
Paradise. for it was Paradise.
But when the girl wondered why he
should be going, he felt as If demons
we're laughing at him, when he said,
tremblingly. he was obliged to go. a
change, however, had come over her.
Her eyes had lost their bodness, aud
she did not call him Sweetheart. The
infinite respect with which he treated
her was precious, and all the woman
hood within her rose up in gratitude.
She explained to him carefully that
Terpsichorean Hall had license, and
as many ladies as gentlemen met there
watch tho Swedish dancers caper; ana
when she shook hands with him she
cast down her eyes modestly. As FOR
him. he trembled like a leaf az the touch
OF her hand. and then STROBE oil and got
the horse aud buggy and parcels and
drove back like madman, and, for the
first time In five years, that night the
guard reported that Trusty had another
one of his almost forgotten screaming
spells.
1t came about so that every Saturday
Trusty walked or drove down the shady
shabby street, and by degrees the intol-
cradle burden of knowing that he was
a penitentiary convict, and she must
one day find it out, grew heavier. From
the first he had meant to tell her, but
he found that not 10 save his life could
he do it. One day in midsummer, as he
appeared at the end of the street,
he saw the blind pulled down-he had
never crossed the threshold OF the house
and the girl keeping back in the
shadow. When he came close TO the
little half door and saw her, her eyes
were red with crying, and her tangled
but Trusty thought he had never seen
so beautiful an expression on any human
face as when he seized her hand ana
said brokenly: al know it, know 1t.
The exprefsman gave you away, and he
said as you were the best fellow that
ever lived, if you did wear striped
clothes half the time, and thsugh I'll
lose my place and never getanother one
if am seen with you and be turned out
of this house, I'll never-never-"
She burst into fresh sobs and tears.
As for TruSty, the tumult in his soul
turned his face ashy and made him cling
weakly TO the iamo Of the door Tor sup
port. She knew ne was an outcast, and
yet she did not despise him-she was
like the Warden's wife and the little
girl that was dead. de thought at that
moment that all women were angels.
"You see" he cried under his breath,
but gasping in his eagerness TO be be-
lieyed, 81 had nothing on earth but that
dog-nOthing on earth-and that other
fellow killed him. But l won't say L
forgive him for it yet. He did nothing
but torment that dog, and when tine
poor thing'd would come up to me and
whine. and look at me in his dumb, az
fectionate way, like he was saying,
please help me. it just msddened me
against the fellow that had SCARED him
all over and made him mock. And the
awful day-the awful day. seen him
aud canqht him gouging the dogs eyes
out, ard went for him, and beat him
"a long as | could Standard VIII n
got up and he didn't move, and ne oied
that night. But before they knew how
bad hurt he was everybody said l was
right to give the brute licking. Bat
but"
-. d,,,,, coro niatelv The girl