Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1894-06-03

netting thoughts which passed through
Frederick DashWood's brain as he drove
through the streets Of London. 1t
seemed 20 him as II he were driving
back to the old unconRenial life which
six years ago had left forever, and were
quitting the woman he had loved so
loved 80 dearly, and with whom be had
passed five years Of happiness, for the
woman he was too kind 10 hate, but who
was so absolutely impossible, and with
whom be had been so unhappy. As
he had said. whose fault it was il would
be impossible TO exactly define, for his
first wife was ia every way lady, and
he was as good a fellow as ever breathed.
It would be as untrue to say il was the
fault OF one as Of the other, and it
would not be incorrect to say neither
was quite blamelsss. The result was
they worried one another out OF their
lives, and finally, when she told him 10
90, be went gladly, and il was his fair
cousin Mile TO whom he went. They
had long loved one another and had
sympathized with one anOthsr's woes,
for she, too, bad her troubles, repre-
sented by her father with an impOver-
ished estate, and a marriage de cOnven-
ance staring her in the face. And yet
she was the FIRST TO point out TO Frank
his duty, namely, to write TO his wife
and offer 20 make friends. BE consent
ed on condition that If she refused he
was 90 be considered TO have done his
duty once and for all. On these terms
he had written to his wife, and gave the
letter to Mile to deliver. His wife
sent back no answer, for which he
blessed God, and within year he was
legally free man aud had married his
present darling wife.
Now ne was reversing his experience
and leaving the wife be loved TO go back
10 the woman who was nothing TO him,
and yet for whom be was sorry because
she was dying.
When ne arrived be found be was
expected, and was quickly shown up TO
the room where the sick woman lay. 1t
wanted but one look to convince him
the doctors words, "Tou are only just
In time, were TOO true. The proud,
handsome. hard woman he once
BILE. The full, round, healthy
cheeks we're white, and had
fallen in, and the fire had gone out Of
the fine black eyes that used TO blaze so.
But illness or sorrow, or perhaps both,
had sOfteued the heart and face won
derfully, and added many refined
graces She seemed TO have grown
much iairer, so white indeed that, save
for the blue veins, you would have
hardly seen the fair, ouJstretChed arm
upon the sheet, and but for the contrast
of the pool Of ink-black hair the cameo
face would have been lost upon the pill
low. Franks coming did not seen TO
excite her, and as he leaned over her
and said kindly;
II hope you are better?"
She merely sailed ieebly, took bis
ia "a; in hers aud pressed it softly as she
raised IL 20 her lips and whispered;
Thank you for coming. II was so
good Of you. Yon were always kind.
Say you are not angry with me for send
ing for you?"
Frank could not but feel the pSthos
OF the scene, and he was deeply affected.
he pressed the little white hand in his,
for a lump TO his throat and q tear
which rolled down his cheek prevented
him FROM speaking. At last be sobben
out:
why did you ever send me aWay?"
81 was foolish, mad; but l have paid
and prayed for repentance. Will you
forgive me?"
He smoothed back the hair from the
marble brow and kissed it reverently,
and whispered:
why did you not answer my letter.
What letter, Frank|'
She was evidently too weak to think,
aud so he said:
The letter OF repentance which
sent you SIX years ago by Milliew
The brows knitted as If she were
thinking. Then light seemed TO break
upon her, and she said:
"Yes, yes, the letter which you sent
me by Mile. Never mind about that
now. Are you very happy with herP
Has she made you a good wife?"
Yes"
That's we'll She must have loved
YOU very much. Tell me you FORGIVE
me, Frank. Tell her l forgive her,
Frank; be sure you tell her that; tell
her FORGIVE her from my heart. She
is a woman aud will understand as l DO,
Tell her I said that. VIII you promise
me?"
Il promise.I
She raised herself on her arms and
held up her mouth TO be kissed.
kiss me once, Frank, before 1 die,
and tell Mile ! forgive her and she
will forgive you. Kiss me.'
He held the poor frau woman in his
strong arms and kissed her. She just
smiled, the light faded from her eyes,
and when he gently laid her back upon
the pillow she was dead.
When Frank Dashwood returned to
his house TO Piccadily he found the fol-
lowing note in his Wife's handwriting
In the hall:
"MY DAZZLING: Though you will
know the truth by the time you receive
this. I can not die without cOnfesslng
and begging for your forgiveness. l
loved YOU too we'll 10 deliver that letter.
/ was sorely tempted. l was weak, l
was a woman, loved you, and fell,
You sre strong and man, and will not
understand; but ask you on the brink
of the grave, in memory OF our love
and the love OF our children, to FORGIVE.
I 90 TO ask her forgiveness and the for
Riveness of God, who said: To those
who love, al shall be forgiven God
bless you, my darling. Goodbye.
MILE"
Frank Eastwood rushen to his wife's
room. She was lying on the moor,
dead,
ALL AGREED TO DIE
A German Family Decides to End Its
Existence by Taking Poison.