Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1895-06-01

he has not q single one OF the qualltles
that heroes possess.
Fidelity" suggested Marcella.
eyes. the fidelity OF the lower animals
the fidelity Of a dog
Don't Islander the best friend OF
man" said Marcella, lifting herself On
her elbow and looking up and down
the beach far below them. What IS
that red speck moving down there by
the water? l had no idea we were 50
high. The world and our fellow crea-
lures are belittled by distance.
80 you defend Vincent Rolf from my
aspersions?" said Jessie, ignoring her
friends remark.
yes: I rather like him, even If he
does belong to the ranks Of small men
For one thing l like his devotion to ma
mother and sisters-and the open
frankness Of his nature, and my judg-
ment ought to be good, Tor 1 am not
blinded by love-
Nor T. retorted Jessie quickly. L
am not sure that love enters into my
estimate at all, for if it did l would
have more excuses for him. He 1as-
cinates me. however, like some new
specimen. Where did he get that habit
of speech"
prom his set, I suppose"
"He is apparently reverential, yet he
talks about Gawd. No man who was
mentally robust would make his alfec-
tions prominent l detest that dialect
of his and his set. What real man
would allow himself to become the crea-
ture of shams?'
Possibly you could reform him.
"I would rather marry a man who
had never needed reforming. Besides,
his follies ere not vices-they have no
character
There is that red spot again. Give
me the glass, Jessie Why, it is a
child. and there is its nurse flirting
with some rustic youth on the rocks.
Now If a seventh wave should happen
to run up on the beach, that little tod
dler would be in danger. And, oh, Jgs-
sic, there's a chappie in a lawn tennis
suit
By the pricking of nay thumbs
Something wicked this way comes.
Vincent" suggested Jessie Not
wicked. dear. but weak 7 think he
would be better for some positive wick
edness; anything to redeem him from
his youthful senility."
I've heard that immortal remark
about wickedness before, said Marcel
la, in a tone Of reproyal; 1T is not
original with YOU, Jessie. though il
may have been marked original in the
book you took il from. II is not neCes~
sary to be either weak or wicked. Tho
trouble with Viscent Rolf is he has no
standard to live up to, and so he has
not risen above the plane of self. He
used to wear bangs, now he parts his
hair in the middle, and plasJers 1t
down each side Of his countenance.
That is the religion Of his barber
Would he be any stronger if he
shaved his head?" asked Jessie, who
was now gazing down on her lover,
who had no idea Of her proximity.
Samson was not, for he lost his
strength when his locks were shorn,
answered Marcella, but oh! Jessie
quick-quick-that child will be car
ried off. Great heaven. girl! scream or
do something to attract their attention,
There it is too late-they cannot hear
us Oh, Jessie. Vincent has jumped III
to save it,
Jessie Lincoln was waving her white
handkerchief and shouting to attract
attention. when suddenly her voice and
strength both failed her, as the little
red spot that was a baby girl in a wee
red frock hoated out on the awful abyss
of water. But when she saw her lover.
her little man" as she had laughingly
called him many a time, jump in after
the child. and swim till he caught the
red skirt and then bear it back to the
frantic maid, who received the little
one from his uplifted arms, and then
and then 90 down himself into the deem
waters like a stone-then she tainted,
and for a long time was beyond the
horror of this sudden tragedy.
When she opened her eyes Marcella
was tanning her, and the tears were
rolling down her friend S face.
oh" said Jessie, Il thought it was
bad dream. 1t is true then! Vincent !s
drowned
Then she was consyiOus or an Qua
looking figure that stood beside her
with drenched clothes and wildly strag-
Cling locks, who did not In the least
resemble any hero Of whom she had
ever read or heard She could think or