The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1893-07-05

that day before the mirror. And
then her father, too, came in. and he
seemed dreadfully cross with her
mother.
Dolly couldn't make it out at all.
! They called each other Paul" and
Clara instead of George" and
Gypsy" and they were quite cross
with each other. Then there came
in a lot of people Dolly didn't know,
and at last Dollv's mother was left
alone with a gentleman who kept
calling her a dove and asking her to
fly, which was Of course absurd.
After awhile the beautiful picture
was unrolled again, and the people
round about commenced to clap
their hands and stamp their feet,
and Dolly's mother and father and
the other ladies and gentlemen came
on and bowed, and the beautiful
band played again.
Again the picture rolled up, and
Dolly began to feel sorry that she
/ had come there. Her mamma seemed
more distressed than ever and began
to talk about her little ones, and the
gentleman Dolly didn't know kept
asking her to fly. Dolly thought
/ once or twice OF calling out to her
mother and asking her to come
home, but she didn't quite like to be-
fore so many people.
Just before the picture was un-
( rolled a second time things reached a
dreadful pass. The disagreeable gen
tleman quarreled with Dolly's papa,
and they agreed to fight with pistols,
and at last Dolly's mother consented
to fly with the disagreeable gentle
man, and the stout lady next to Dol
ly and 4 lot of others pulled out
their handkerchiefs and began to
cry.
Dolly felt she couldn't let things
go on any further and determined to
speak to her mother and father and
bring about reconciliation and in
cidentally to give the disagreeable
gentleman piece of her mind.
So when the picture was unroIled
again, and lot of people went out,
as they said to have a glass, she left
her seat and said to the gentleman
at the door:
Can go up there, please, behind
that beautiful picture2"
What for, my little dearl" the
man asked. Where's your mother
and father2 You surely amt here
alonel"
Yes, am, shesaid. My mamma
and papa are behind the picture
Please, I'm Dolly Morland."
The man looked at her very puz
Zled and then said:
You'd better go round to the stage
door, miss; second to the left"
She was Il long time finding the
stage door and went up a few steps
and then came to swing door. This
opened into a dark space, and she
crcpt along very carefully, feeling
very much inclined to cry.
She heard the beautiful band play
ing and went in the direction of the
sound. Twomen in white linen jack
cts passed her, and one of them asked
who she was and what she wanted.
She told him she was Dolly Morland
and she wanted her mamma, so he
went on.
Somebody shouted, Beginners,
please!'' and soon afterward the
music stopped, and Dolly could hear
her mamma talking, not very far
from her, either She threaded hel.
way between huge sheets of canvas
with funny things painted on them
and up and down a lot of passages
and began to feel quite lost, only she
could hear her mothers voice, some
| times near, sometimes farther off, all
the while
At last she came to a gentleman
who was holding big sheet of lin.
like a tray, and amusing himself by
shaking it every now and them and
making a dreadful noise, so that
Dolly had to shout quite loud to him:
I want my mamma; she's Mrs.
Morland "
Then the man said, You can't see
her; she's in the o. P. wing" and
Dolly, fearing she was too late, ran
along as fast as she could so as to pre-
vent her mother from flying on an
o. P. wing.
The man with the huge tray called
after her, but she couldn't stop, and
he seemed too much taken up with
| his amusement to run after her.
At last. to her great relief, her
mothers voice sounded quite close.
There was kind of canvas door in
canvas wall, and through this she
could hear what was said quite plain
y and through the crack could see
all the people sitting down ID the the
ater
Dolly hesitated whether she should
open tho door or wait till her mother
came through it. Once again she
heard the rattle Of the tin tray. And
then she heard her mother crying
dreadfully and saying:
How the thunder peals! How the
storm RACES without! But what is
that to the storm in my poor heart2
Husband, home, children, and, ah, l
must leave you for your sakes, for
mine! But not with him! 1 go upon
a longer journey. There is that in
this little draft which will bear my
soul afar. 1t must be so. 1t must
be SOL"
Very quietly Dolly opened the door
There WAS a rustic among the people.
Her mother was sitting before them
all at a table.
She held III her hand a tumbler
half filed with water Then she
! took up Il tiny little bottle-one Of