Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1894-01-28

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FROM drawer he took out a check
BOOK. opened II, and passing hi, long
nervous nagers over the paper he
slowly wrote his name In tho rtsht
hand corner. Then rs tore Ont the
check, and returning to his former
seat gave 10 10 me-
| II have left IL Open" he said. "Asl
ner To write in-my unhappy littl.
iriend-the amount she needs, aud tell
her, In case she doubts IL. that her Sc
sret 10 safe In my keeping aud that she
In her DISTRESS"
| l took the check, faltsrlng some ineo.
herent words of gratitude.
You VIII stay With US a day or twop"
mo; must so away to-day"
Have you far to no home?''
u am going TO London" replied
evasively.
TYoa are staying with friend,
thereP"
mo; I have no friend. to go tor"
Are you quite alone9"
Quite"
He was silent for q moment seeming
greatly shocked by his discovery. Then
he said:
But you have friends"
None but Mere Lucas aud -"
He held out his hand quickly, aud as
II closed on mine a smile broke oyer his
| face.
And me-" he said. "oh. II my ear
and reason deceived me the sense OF
touch would tell mo whose hand this is
l hold. Let us give up this game OF
crooked questions and cross answers
and be ourselves. Have faith In me,
little friend"
For soma ,ninptaa - -, 49,. .-,,k
our hands locked, ana neither spoke.
Some such feeling OF mingled Joy aud
sympathetic sorrow as choked my utter
nnce may have silenced him. Perhaps
he was waiting for mo TO confde m
sorrows TO him-to pour out the history
OF past troubles that no mi ht give mo
comfort. But dared not answer that
silent appeal, and the tear that slipped
from my check and fell upon his hand
as bent over IL was all tho con fesslon
/ could make
us there nothing can do to help
your he asked in tone OF deep agita-
tion.
Notwithstanding more than you
have done. No one can help mo. l
need no help now. The worst is past.
Better days must como. Then 1 may
tell you more"
II want 10 know no moro than that"
he answered impressively. III the
worst Is past we will cease to think of
II. Let us go In the garden" he added
In brighter tone as he rose to his feet
The sun ought To- be shining to-day"
He took my trembling arm.
'Gou know tho way?" he asked.
Yes; l walked across tho lawn yes
terday."
81 knew it," he murmured. "Some.
thing touched my arm, and felt that
you were near. / have been expecting
you to come"
lie said this, ! thought, to encourage
me, but tho radient happiness In his
face surprised me, though | know the
vigor and fortitude Of his character.
One would not have imagined but for
those poor closed eyes that he had lost
tho most precious gift of nature. He
pressed my arm to his side and spoke
some wise words OF assurance adding:
I'VE nave both met with misfortune,
little friend"
81 think too much OF my own"
mine" he said TO turn my thoughts,
'is not 80 great as you would think.
Az hrst II was hard To bear-the world
seemed 30 empty. But | am learning
| TO see now without my eyes, and End
multitude OF things that had before
| escaped my notice. i never weary OF
sitting here and listening--puzzllng
out where all the sounds come from
and making better Acquaintance with
the hidden world"
And in tho evening you have Miss
Bell 10 read TO you and play"
Yes. she Is good, amIable girl,
wonderfully patient and untlring."
There was u great whir OF wings over
our heads, startling me for the mo-
meDt, and then six or eight beautiful
pigeons futtered down aud settled on
Taras' shoulder and outstretched arm.
He gave them n handful OF maize from
his pocket, and they clustered about
his hand with outssretched wings to
take the grain.
"Do they come down to Miss Bell like
thst?' / asked, with envy.
They will come TO any ons who has
something TO give them" he said,
smiling.
wondered II he regarded mo in the
same light.
/ held out my hand tlmidly TO the
pretty, nutterlnR birds, but they had
swallowed the last grain, and they
took TO their wings and few away In a
body.
could bear IL no longer. The pain
at my heart was greater than could
endure.
81 must 90 away, too, said, chok-
Ing down my grief.
CHAPTER Xiv.