Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1894-06-10

side OF a square; they approached II
/ from the other When they came with
in sight Of il Runce noted with surprise
that the blinds were down, Simultan-
eonsly Frank stopped. Runce looked
at him; his face was green and the fea-
lures distorted in a queer grin. In q
voice that did not belong to him be
said:
Young Sholcutt was right, old man;
she's dead. Let's go and get blind
somewhere. Runce, old man, she said
she was going TO Paris to be finished.
Ha, hal Why don't you laugh, you
wooden idiot"
Two days later the eyaminatiOn-rooms
were full Of anxious, scribbling boys,
fred with a desire to be ranked among
our brave defenders. But Franks Wis
| its were brief and TO no purpose. Her
/ face, with its farewell look, came be-
\ tween him and every QuestiOn-paper he
/ looked at, and when he turned TO clean
/ foolscsp there IL was again, laughing
out from behind the blue lines.
So of course the army was out OF the
question, and a stormy scene or two at
/ home resulted In his following his own
/ bent and trying TO become a painter.
Death had robbed him OF his ideal, and
/ life without her seemed a hollow sham.
I he found his solace IN art.
Living neither worse nor better than
his neighbo rs, without pride in his con-
duct, and no conscience but for his
work, be yet gained some success.
| just as be was on the point Of leaving
the Slade school for Paris, sketch OF
the autumn fog rising toward evening
over the river nesr'Blackfriars attract
ed some notice a: an exhibition.
/ The gray was the wonderful gray OF
| her eyes, and he would often walk down
10 Waterloo bridge to steep himself in
I the sense OF the scene, intending to
ampify the sketch into an important
/ picture.
/ One evening IS he turned up Yelling
ton street, the recollection of the grey
eyes stronger than ever, noisy crowd
came laughing and chattering out Of a
doorway on the right, and he felt tap
on the shoulder and heard
"'Elo, old boy"
1t was a chorister who had sat for her
cherub-head to him occasionally. lie
stopped and chatted for a moment under
the newly lighted lamp in the street
until another girl came up with;
Walking up with me, Milly."
he turned sharply at the voice to see
the gray eyes. The hair was no longer
brown with rays of gold, but q horrible
dead yellow. But the gray eyes were
there, aud there, too, a moment later,
as she reached out d hand, was the old
smile.
What, Frank, well, I'm blowed!
Who'd a thought Of seeing you after all
these years?'
He had given her his hand mechan-
ically, and he stood silent, dumbiound-
ed, noting the changes, the hard black
eyebrows, and the shameless pink color
behind the spotted veil, the exaggerated
air OF smartnesS, and Of always walking
in shoes heeled inches too high. For
tunately Milly unObSsrving, cut in
with;
mo, dear. can't; got to go some
where. You two old pals? Ow, well,
won't spoil sport. Trs-ls-la"
He dropped her baud; she laughed.
"Well, you amt very pleased TO see
me. Going my way? Do, and tell me
what you've been up TO all this time. :"
They moved up she street slowly, side
BY side, and be found his tongue.
81 thought you were dead"
She laughed again.
"Did you; why?"
"Y~ , Sholeutt told me so" It
. have all happened yesterday.
-sot no to the house and