Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-12-03

and ends Of all sorts secreted there as
| souvenirs Of those early days when l
was incapable Of keeping any other
kind OF diary. They have served their
purpose. There is not a scrap which
fails to recall the very sentiment of the
moment when 1 laid it away. and it
would be easy for me to compile q NIL
mute record Of my life in Lambeth from
them alone. A few of these trifies will
suffice to indicate the course OF events
during the early months OF my new
life.
Here al the very bottom are three
penny NOVELTIES, bought for the illus
trations on the cover, which alone were
ineligible to me-. In one Lady Err
myntrude overhearS the conspiracy"
and is represented listening, with hor-
ror on her face, at a half opened door;
in another "Gwendoline d%enounces the
baronet," who is quailing in terror be-
fore her outstretched finRer, and in
the third "Beryl says Dlel! and shoots
the villain"-and q most unmis-
taxable villain he is-''through
the heart" Those pictures fasci-
mated me. The heroines were all tall and
beautiful, and a couple Of them were in
evening dress. 1 put myself in their
place. The ladylike accomplishment of
eavesdroDping 1 had already practiced.
1 had only TO unmask the secret enemy
Of Taras and shoot him through the
heart TO be perfectly satisfied. And the
means seemed almost within my reach.
The revolver had not been removed from
my room. For weeks 1 carried that
dangerous and rather cumbrouS weapon
In my dress pocket. l smile now at my
simplicity, but my purpose was no
laughing matter then; | was In terrible
earnest.
A long claspkniie marks the day when
I thought | might dispense with part OF
my portable armory which knocked
against my Knee whenever l moved
about. The complete absence OF fear
shown by Taras and the mild manner
and innocent look OF all his visitors had
greatly Gained my apprehensionS, and
ia addition TO this a wider intelligence
showed me that the hand counted for
less than the brain in coping with the
subtle enemy of 4aras.
One night Taras took me to the West
minister Music Hall. Here is the pro-
gramme of the spectacles which con-
stituted two-thirds Of the entertain
ment. l had never before been inside
a theatre, and when / stood In the stalls
and looked round and above me l was
quite overcome with establishment at
the vastness and, brilliancy OF the
house.
II should think this is the grandest
place 10 all the world" l said In a
lowered voice to Taras.
A little farther on there was another
programme, showing that soon after
we went to the Lyceum theater. The
play made less impression on my mind.
/ could not understand it all. Ny To-
%telligence was not yet sufficiently eX-
banded to comprehend the higher art,
and perhaps this is why Taras took me
first to the music hall. Still that even
ing's experience was delightful, and
the long talks il led to aiterward open
ed quite a new field OF ideas.
Very different emotions are recalled
by this handkerchief, torn and shredded
in a passion OF furious jealousy. | must
have used my teeth TO rend 10 in this
way. 1t was that evening when George
Gordon dropped in after dinner and
K%avaDaugh, with a couple Of friends,
came in after. AS usual, when a visit
or called, I went up to my room to avoid
unpleasantness. for | had stuck scrupu.
lousy TO my determination to speak
English only to Taras, and l was only
just beginning to make myself under
stood in French to Mere Lucas. The
men staid and played cards until . in
the morning, and / sat on the stairs
listening to the sounds that came from
below, with Venomous jealousy rank
ling in my breast, the cold sweat Of rage
beading my lips and brow, when the
iovial voice and hearty laugh Of Taras
reached my ear.