Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1894-09-16

and for q girl Of eighteen there is no
denying that it was very hard. And
Addie wondered, sometimes il the
blessed gates of relief would never open
TO her faltering footsteps!
To be sure, there was John Torrey,
who had the little hall bedroom in the
third story back, and was a clerk in
Messrs. Cash & Bullion's banking estab-
lishment, who had told her only yester-
day that he loved her, and wonld fain
make her his wife! But John Torrey
was not rich, aud Addie had always
dreamed that her pretty face might
win her q more important prize In the
matrimonial lottery than a mere clerk!
Yet she liked him q little too, or she
had thought she did. before Mr.. Carew
came to the boarding house and en-
gagged her mothers handsomest room.
Mr.. Carew had taken her TO the thea
ater, and sent her bouquets, whose with
cred leaves she still treasured up. And
they had been talking only the evening
before as he brought her home from
the concert, and she va quite sure he
meant that he loved her. or course
he was very rich. for he wore diamonds
and talked about his country seat and
his yacht and bis horses, until Adde'S
eyes were dilated with surprise.
Alas for poor John Torrey! his heart
would have sunk into the soles OF his
boots, had be but known how slender
were his chances, compared with those
of his dashing rival! Bat ignorance is
bliss, and Mr.. Torrey's face was as
brig hit as ever when he came into the
little parlor where Addie sat darning
~table-cloths.
ut rains pretty hard" said John,
rubbing his hands before the fro. mo
church lecture for US tonight
Addie bit her lip.
81 was not thinking OF going to
church, even if 1t didn't rain. Mr..
Carew had asked me to go TO the
opera"
''Mr. Carew?" said John, somewhat
lugubriously. "Seems to me you and
Carew are getting to be pretty good
friends!"
Eyes, we are" said Addle, with . toss
of her pretty little head.
"Addie," said Mr.. Torrey, after a
moments silence.
'Well?"
Have you thought anything more Of
what | said to you last night-abont-
about being my wife, you know"
Yes" said Addie.
AND what have you decided?"
THAT we hadn't better think any
more Of II, John"
"Addie, you're not in ~earnest!"
Eyes, John, l am"
John had risen up, pale and troubled,
| with a pleading light in his eyes.
Hear me, Addie," he said. ~ can
not let this matter be decided so. 1t Is
a question of life and death with me,
whatever it may be to you. Before
this Carew came-but | won't speak OF
| him." he burst forth, with an evident
| effort at ~self-control, Except that I'm
firmly convinced he is not the sort OF
man to make q good husband to any
woman-but you liked me we'll enough
then. Addie, take t~wenty-fOur hours
more to consider it we'll, before you
| pronounce your final decision"
'It will be Of no use," she said; land,
John, if you think to advance your
cause by abusing "a rival--you are
| sadly mistaken, that's ALL"
But you will wait one day more, for
my sake, Addie?" he urged.
If you insist upon it," she said
coldly.
because. Addie, a thing like this
that involves the happiness of two life
times ought not to be decided upon too
rashly," he went on. shall l leave
you?"
Il would rather be alone" she an
swered briefly, and Torrey rose and
went slowly away.
Would Mr.. Carew come now? He had
told her that morning, when the steady
dow n-pouring of The rain seemed TO for
bid the fultllment Of their opera en-
gagement, that be would spend the
eve ming with her, and simple Addie had
cou nted the hours that interviewed, in
her restless eagerness Of anticipation.
Poor Johnl how little thought she gave
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