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

RAM. ~ love the girl and she loves me.
And-there she is now, or at least there's
the Thorne carriage. / may eaten
glimpse Of herr And out OF the ONCE
rushed Ephriam, and down the rickety
stairs two at time.
81 thought the lads heart was softer
than his head" commented the old law
yer. "And she loves him, too! Can
any good come out of Nazareth! That
puffed-up old scoundrel, how autocratic
his ill-gotten wealth renders him. And
vet, he knows that 1 know-phew!
Can't my investigation be of some avail?
All is fair in love, especially when Apol-
lyon opposes"
At this sinstant there was a shrill
whistle. James Wallace knew that 1t
was the postman entering the Shenk
Building, and that in five minutes he
would each his Office door TO deliver
and receive mail. Somehow the note
reminded him OF the cocks crow which
used TO arouse him, when boy, into ac-
tivity. He stepped quickly to Ephra-
inns desk. There were two envelopes
on 1t addressed respectively to Reuben
Bolt and to Henry X. Thorne, ESQ.
There was the letter which had been
tossed to one side; there was the letter
lust written and still on the pad. This
letter he read as follows:
DEAR SIR:-Yours received. In re-
ply beg TO say that l repudiate your
sentiments, and / maintain my determl-
nation. Yours respectfully,
EPHRAIn RODGERS.
Il
dressed" murmured the old lawyer.
"Now, let's see the other Que. All! just
as suggested! 1t couldn't be better,
and unaddressed, too! How needless
these young men are!'
With a grave shake OF the head
James Wallace placed each letter in an
envelope, sealed and stamped them and
gave them to the postman when he
raped.
II mailed your letters for you" said
Wallace to Ephralm on his return, an
hour later.
"But they were hardly completed"
al arranged them" said the old man,
shyly, $50 that they will prove effec-
tive"
That evening after dinner Henry K.
Thorne marched Enthusiastically into his
labrarv. This was merely his daily
habit, but trifes gain dignity from lofty
association. He was feeling more than
usually we'll satisfied with himself,
which was therefore matter Of exu-
berance. His business had been pros
porous, his viands delectaole, his vile
had never been more submissive, nor
his daughter more silent. No wonder
that his pride strutted before him with
generating salutations. He entered and
sat in lump in his great armchair.
A letter lay on the tray of his desk. lie
held it aziy to the light.
"a quick RISE" he muttered, "out
then the bait was golden"
He SMILED in knowing anticipation
as he broke the seal. But the smile
vanished before incredulity; the incred-
ulity was overwhelmed by rage; the
rage was blanched by fear as he read:
SIR:-My friend and adviser, James
Wallace, attorney, OF Aberdeen, has in
formed me OF the details Of your Chi
canerieS. | have simply this to say,
that if within the ensuing twenty-fours
hours you do not agree to my terms, |
shall deliver you into the hands OF JUS
tice. Yours, etc, EPHRAIM RODGERS.
The hands of justice! Henry K.
Thorne gasped as If he already felt the
grip around his throat. He looked
about him on the elegant appointments
of the room; the stately cases, the rich
hangings, the paintings, the fragments
Of antique statuSry, as might have
looked a thief in the night. What con-
Germ had he with such surroundings. he
who had been born and bred within the
narrow limits OF poverty until what he
knew, and what, alas! janice Wallace,
attorney, of Aberdeen, also knew, had
TRANSFERRED. Oh, that little, dried-up,
secretive, taciturn man, whose whim-
steal smile had always made his
dignity feel so awkward! And
now, all Aberdeen would smile derisive-
ly and say, 1--WE told you so" when
they had never dreamed of such thing!
But there were terms-ah, yes! What
matter how smallsthe hole, since there
was room TO expand on the other side9
Henry K. Thorne sighed and wiped the
drops from his forehead, and looked
about him with dim sense Of recogni-
ton.
There was light step, the door
opened, and his daughter Alice stood
with clasped hands before him.
"Oh, papa" she cried, II couldn't
wait any longer. You had another let
let from-from Ephraim?"
What" Again the cold beads start
ed out as Henry X. Thorne clutched his
daughters arm. "You know?"
"Why, pap, how you brighten me.
OF course l know his dear handwrt-
ing"
"Ah, of course" How familiar, how
accordant now seemed the grand envl-
ronments. Pardon me, my child. l
have been struggling with my pride
and have conquered it. Your happi-
ness shall be paramount"
'Oh, you are so goodl And he is so
good too"
"Write to him, little daughter, and
say that the tone Of his letter has inn
pressed me with his manliness and
worth, and that consent, yes, consent
to receive him on probation. Now, run
along aud tell mamma. And, Alice,
bring your letter to me, and l will send
il by our messenger in the morning, "
and as the door closed, Henry X.
Thorne sank back in lump in his great
arm chair and felt that he was himself
again.
II plead guilty" murmured James
Wallace, attorney, OF Aberdeen, as
with a grimace Of delight he witnessed
the wedding ceremony, II plead guilty
to compromising felony, and I'm glad
of it !"