Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-09-22
YOUNG LOVE.

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fully: How often have 1 heard my
mother say that not one Of her children
had ever told a lie"-
Eyes, yes, but There was a tone
in the doctors voice as if he would
like to have used a strong word, but he
schooled himself.
It's curious the notion not to eat she
has got" broke IN the minister. q
held the broth myself, but she would
have none of it,"
In the next room the flames Of a
large fire were sending reflections over
the polished surface OF heavy bedroom
furniture. The wind blew against the
windows, as If angry to see the picture
Of luxury and warmth within. It was
handsome stately room, and all that
was in it dated back for many d year.
In a chintz armchair by the fireplace
its mistress sat-a very old lady. but
there was still dignity in her pose. Hen
| hair, perfectly white, was still plenti-
full; her eye had still something Of
| brightness, and there was upon the
aged features the cast of thought and
habitual look of intelligence. Beside
her upon a small table were such &C
compartments of age as daughter and
nurse deemed suitable-the large print
Bible, the big spectacles and candle
cup. The lady sat looking about her
with a quick, restless expression, like
a prisoner alert to escape; she was tied
TO her chair-nOt by cords-by the
! failure of muscular strength; but per-
| haps she did not know that. She eyed
her attendant with bright, furtive
glances, as If the meek, sombre woman
who sat sewing beside her were her
jailer.
The party in the dining room broke
up their vain discussion, and came in
for another visit Of personal inspec-
ton.
Mother, this is the doctor come to
see you. Do you not remember doc
tor?"
The old lady looked at all four Of
! them brightly enough. 4 havena the
pleasure of remembering who We are
but perhaps it will return TO me" There
was restrained politeness in her man
ner
The doctor spoke: It's a very bad
tale I'm hearing about you to-day, that
you've began to refuse your meat. A
person of your experience, Mistress
Macdonald. ought to know that we must
eat to live" He had a basin Of some
food in his hand. Now, just TO please
me, Mistress Macdonald
The old dame answered with the air
that a naughty child or pouJing maid
en- might have had. I'll not eat it
| tax il away III not eat it. Not for
YOU. no-nor for my mither there
she looked defantly at her gray-haired
daughter-"nO, nor fur my 1aw,her
himselfw
mot a mouthful has passed be: lips
to-day" mOaned Miss Macdonald. She
wrung excited hands and stepped back
a pace into The shadow; she felt too
modest 10 pose as her mothers mother
before the curious eyes of the two men.
The old lady appeared relieved when
| the spinster was out of her sight. Il
don't know We. gentlemen, but perhaps,
now my m,ther's not here, yell tel me
who it was that rang the door bell a
while since?'
The men hesitated. They were
neither of them ready with lnvenunns'
She leant toward the doctor, s,cange-
" excited. WAS it Mr.. Kinaird?'
The doctor supposed her to be fright
ened. mo. no." he said in cheerful
tones; you're mistaken-it wasn't Kin
arid"
She leant back pettishly. TAX
away the broth; I'll no TAX it,
The discounted four passed out OF
the room again The women were
weeping; the men were shaking their
heads.
1t was just then that the new servant
passed into the sick room, bearing can
dies in her hands.
"Jeanie, Jeanie Trim whispered the
old lady. The whisper had a sprightly
yet mysterious tone in Il; the withered
fingers were put out as # to twitch the
passing skirt as the housemaid went
by.
The girl turned and bent a look
strong, helpful and kindly-upon this
fine ruin of womanhood The girl had
wit yes, madam" she answered,
blithely.
"Tll speak with We, jeanne, when this
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put to spy on me"
The nurse retired to the shadow of
the wardrobe.
shes gone away now said the
maid.
Jeanne, is it Mr. Kinaird?"
"Well now. would YOU like it to be
Mr.. Kinaird?" The maid spoke as we
speak to a familiar friend when we
have joyful news.
"Oh. Jeanie Trim, We know well that
I've lOnged for him sair to come again.
The maid set down her candles and
l1nelt down by the old danes knee,
looking up with playful face.
"Well, now, III tell We something.
He came TO see We this afternoon"
Did he. Jeanie?' The withered
/ face became all wreathed with smiles;
the old eyes danced with joy. What
did We say to him?'
"Oh. well, just said hesitation
Il said he was TO come back again TO-
morrow
My fawther doesn't know that he's
been here?"- There was apprehension
in the whisper
"Not soul knows it but meself''-
promptly.
you didna tell him I'd been looking
for him, Jeanie Trim?"
Ma, ma, I made out that We didna
care whether he came or not"
But he wouldna be hurt in his mind.
would he? I'd no like him to be al
fronted."
Its no likely he was affronted when
he said he'd come back tomorrow"