Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-09-29

dear God made them for divine pur-
poses, I suppose, but if they will OBJ
trude themselves, Wen run away l
| know Of a wise preacher across the riv-
er who would make US one in the very
heart of nature. The clans-yOurs and
mine-meet here next week. l have it
from headquarters, and then, -
Lord Mullin gave a bicycle carnival
to his assembled guests.
Lord Mullin was a happy host. His
plans-always coincident with those Of
the formidable Crittenden-Were matur-
ing pleasantly. even though the eccen-
| trio bridegroom persisted in absenting
! himself from the fete. Beatrice, how
ever, was not troubled about the matter.
The entertainment was her own sugges-
ton, and she fitted about in a bewitch-
ing costume of scarlet and gold-a per-
sonifcation Of girlish grace. When the
moon rose she slipped into one Of the
Ehadowy angles of the mansion, where a
dark figure sat motionlesS upon its
wheel.
Is everything ready?" asked Barron in
3 cautious whisper.
Eyes. I have only my bicycle suit
here in this niche Where shall 1t go?'
The young man drew forth fiat pieca
of rubber. into which he blew vigorous
~. Beatrice bundled her belongings
through the opening; then it was screw
ed up and strapped upon the seat of her
bicycle.
1T is an air trunk Nothing will be
crushed" he explained. My latest in
ho, fv1a
to lose. Mr.. Dinsmore expects me at
eleven"
They struck across the couEtry and
might have passed out Of sight unno-
ticed had not some perverse demon turn
ed Lord Mullins glasses that way. He
deserted the two figures, and his pater-
nal fears were suddenly reused. He
gave the alarm. and there were soon a
score of bcyclists in pursuit.
Barron looked back They're after
us-on with the brakes, Beatrice! The
clans are coming"
They went like the wind, their light
wheels scarcely touching the ground
The riverw cried Beatrice, as they
neared the waters edge What shall
we do?"
Wen meet the raging of the skies,
But not an angry father,
he quoted There's a boat in that little
cove down there.
His whistle brought It from its shell
ter. Itheld a solitary oarsman.
"All right, Michael, the wheels first,
then handle the young lady very care
fully. Is Mr.. Dinsmore ready?"
yes. sir.
"Well, let US be off. see light on the
bluff. They are nearer than l thought;
steady, Beatrice"
He jumped in beside her, and a few
steady strokes sent them well on their
way. They were mounting their BIZ
cycles on the opposite side when the
pursuing party came in sight.
Lord Mullin was angry for once in h.s
life.
at is that young rascal, Brinscombe"
he exclaimed, glaring impotently after
the retreating figures.
The others were speechless. Their
chagrin was beyond words. The Crit
Tenden millions and the Barron prestige
were forever lost through these two ir-
rational beings.
But the lovers had their simple we'd
ding, with bridal bower in some coun-
try mn, and bridal journey by the
banks Of the Hudson back to the ances-
tral manor of Lord Mullins daughter.
Beatrice, followed by her husband,
tripped into the breakfast room, where
the clans were gathered.
'Beatricer' exclaimed the irate father.
"BeaTicew Numbered the Crittenden
| contingent.
Arthur cried the Barrone to a man.
Tableaui
The morning paper contained the fol-
| Lowing announcement
Through the desire of the young
private affair. The relatives Of the high
couple, the marriage Of Mr.. Arthur Bar
ron and Lord Mullins daughter was
contracting parties are now assembled
l at Lord Mullins estate upon the Hud-
son. Mr.. and Mrs. Barron will spend
the season at Newport, where they Will
be prominent figures in the social circle.
philadelphia Times.