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

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a. And this brings me 10 my
80 80 You are worldly. l regret it:
t,TI 10. your sake, l shall be worldly,
- NV advice is: Attend ST. Simon's
.o1,tarly. Be mOdeStly conspicuous in
- devotions. Watch for an oppcrtu-
10y to display either gallantry, consid-
Grafton, or adrOitness. Never fear, it
will come; the dangers lack Of observa-
ton. l believe that marriage will be
your short cut. and its picket gate for a
stranger in Aberdeen is st. Simons.
For the rest, attend lectures faithfully.
Knowledge is never in the way, even
though that way be golden. You may
register your name as student In my
Office. ! will give you some matters to
attend 20, applying the grindstone to
Bolts nose for instance. Come to me
rs your friend and / will advise you.
even when my Judgment dlsapproves. "
II shall follow, I shall seek your adj
vice" said Ephraim. 81 shall even
hoDe to win your judgment"
Is was three months later that Henry
K. ThOrne sat in moody silence at the
head OF his dinner table. Opposite 10
him was his wife, looking even more
apprehenslve than was his habit; on
ms right his daughter Alice, an only
child, glancing rebelliously from father
10 mother.
~ at will do, Watkins" said the
master as the man served the coffee,
and Watkins withdrew to his point Of
vantage behind the pantry door. Henry
X TbOrne coughed and hawed and sunk
his fowls the deeper in his collar. de
drew q letter from his pocket and
handed il TO his wife.
Mrs. Thorne," he said solemnly.
will YOU kindly explain the meaning OF
this?"
lit is certainly very nicely expressed,
Henry" she faltered, "and-they do say
he comes from fine family-the Rodg-
ers Of RodgorSvllle. you know. And ii
was only the other day Mrs. Bullion
said thai be had face like Laseners
Saint Scholistica, and"
Mrs. Bullion is an old ass. Much she
knew about SchOlistlcas, or schools
either, when her father was vending
vegetables"
"There are no butts I won't have
any my dears' about it. The idea is
intolerable; wipe 1t away" And Mr..
Thorne waved his napkin realistically.
"a man of my position and standing 10
give his only child to hungry law stu
dent because he attends services and
sings, and looks like some old trump OF
4 saint. and no one knows anything
against him! No, Stree! That may be
/ Aberdeen; but tisn't Henry X. Thorne!
/ 1 owe something 10 the world, not to
this one-horse town alone. He should
DO kicked for his presumption; but |
know a safer way and surer one, too.
Do you know what will conquer love as
you call it, every time, Mrs. T.? It's
/ C, a, 5, h, cash! I'll fix him. I'll make
! him me servant instead OF my Son-in-
llaww And with utter disregard of his
daughters presence and possible inter
est in the matter, Henry X. Thorne
swung nightly out of the room.
How distressingly vulgar your faith
er is growing, Alice, said Mrs. Thorne.
''I'm afraid there is no hope for you,
and he's so sought after, too"
Alice ThOrne rose from her place and
passed 20 her mothers side. She knelt,
she laid her head on that passive breast.
"Oh! but mamma" she sobbed, II love
him."
1t was the ensuing afternoon that
EDhraim Rodgers and James Wallace
were engaged together in one OF the in
ner rooms Of the latter's law chambers.
| Vhe Young man was writing at his
desk; his mentor was pacing
the floor, now snatching a book
from shelf for q moments
reference, now glancing abstractedly
out Of the window, as was his wont
when wrestling with knotty point.
Ephraim respected the struggle by a
silence which at last the old lawyer
himself broke.
you want something Of me?" he
asked, pausing, with his hand resting
kindly on his Students shoulder.
But you are busy"
BUSY, waiting for you to speak"
"Oh, we'll, then, 1 have an impudent
letter from that man Bolt. He virtual
lly defies me TO do my utmost"
Write him." said the old man, re-
Gectively, that your friend and ad-
wiser, James Wallace, attorney, OF
| Aberdeen, has explained his chicaneries
I fully TO you, and that unless he makes
a satisfactory arrangement in twenty
/ four hours you will see that justice
takes her course. l think he will be
around tomorrow morning early" and,
with q chuckle, Wallace resumed his
walk and Ephraim bent 10 his task.
There came a rap ut the door. Eph-
rain opened it and received from a mes
senger boy 4 letter addressed to him
self. He tore ii apart and read
Ilt and then emulated and sur
passed the example Of his senior
Ibv traversing the floor with
heavy, uneven steps. That worthy
ldiscreetly retired from the contest ia
! the window, and stood apparently
viewing the street, but in reality watch
ling his assistant with that double sight
which acute, experienced lawyers are
/ likely TO acquire.
And an object drawing OF inspection
truly was Ephraim as he hurried TO and
fro, his hands clinched, his teeth set,
the fires OF indignation diating his eyes
and flushing his cheeks; far different
/ from the calm, assured young man
who but few weeks since had talked
so philosophically OF his purpose IN life!
So thought James Wallace, aud he
smiled as he reflected how omnipotent
derided passions may become. Was ii
ridiculous that in that smile there was
reminiscent regret?
Ephraim stopped abruptly at his
desk. He tore off the tOpnost sheet
from the pad and tossed il aside. He
glanced at the letter crushed by his
grasp. He dashed off a reply with a
suffering Of ink which indicated en-