Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-11-26

Her fine dark eyes looked as II they
might flash at times with passionate
anger, but the lines about them were
pleasant traces left by mirth, and her
long upper lip and broad mouth seemed
made for laughter and good cheer. der
habitual geniality, however, was less
obvious Just then, for she scanned me
with a distinctly uniavorable eye, and
her Dursed lips showed that she disap-
proved OF her master bringing home
such a visitor. Had / been we'll dressed
or only tOlerably good looking, it would
have been another thing. But she res
pected and loved Taras too well to let
him read her dissatisfaction, aud draw
inS back into the passage as be led me
IN she received us With a profound bow
and opened the door Of the adjoining
room.
: This Is nv hOusekeeper, Mere Lu-
fcas," said Taras 70 me as he entered,
and turning % her be spoke a few words
I'm French which caused her TO gasp an
\ exclamation of establishment as she
Y clasped her hands together. Then, after
. regarding me for a moment Ia silence
and round eyed wonder, she addressed
me in her unintelligible language, but l
understood her tone Of apology and self
~reproach, and the tremUlOus emotion In
her full lips and the atIectjORate warmth
IN her soft eyes fully atOned for any
hostility she might az first have shown.
Finally, as If by an ungOvernable i'm
pulse, she seized me by the shoulders
and planted a couple Of sounding kisses
on my cheeks, saying IS she gave me
one last embrace before leaving the
room, 'Pauvre cherie, va!'
remembered that phrase because for
some time after she never looked at me
without repeating it In the same tone Of
compassion. Indeed, with my thinness
aud careworn expression, l must have
seemed Co the eyes OF the fat, jolly soul
deDlorable indeed.
We were in tha room which had been
the shop. IL was low ceilinged, but
large and very light, by reason Of the
long window, with the white muslin
curtains, the flowers and many pictures
hung upon the painted walls. But that
(which astOnished me greatly vas the
surprising neatuess and cleanliness OF
everything, for really this was the first
time my life that / bad ever seen the
inside of a decent room, and next TO
This the table, which was laid for lunch,
excited NV wonder.
There was a vase Of cut flowers In
the middle Of the spOtless tablecloth,
and In the plate set for Taras stood a
small loaf, set up in a white Servlette
which would have made me laugh II /
had not been so perpleXed by the
strangeness OF everything. The quantity
M food also seemed quite ludicrous too.
In was the ordinary hour for dinner, and
All that was prepared for the repast Of
great, hearty man, was a box OF sar-
dimes. a plate OF radishes and some
butter. aud Mere Lucas brought moth
ing more except a c0ver for me and a
bottle OF wine, which she stood on a
small silver plate.
We sat down, and seeing Taras take
the loaf out and spread the serviette
over his knees 1 did the same, though
rs seemed TO me about the oldest thing
IN the world, and then be passed the
sardlues for me TO help myself. lcould
very well have eaten all the little fishes
there were in the box, but out Of con-
sideration for him who was three times
as big as me, / only took about a quar-
ter Of the number Of radishes, but !
could not help looking at TaraS In sur
prise when be took but two sardines
and only three or four radishes. Well,
however does he live?" ! asked myself.
MAY / gu your glasS?" be asked.
taking up the bottle, ''Or would you
like beer instead?'
ST amt partic9ar," I said; winds
good enough for me-"
= The wind mode me shudder. -Four
r. was nectar In comparison with
sour stuff, 1 thought However,
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