Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-10-13

pressed her more than any man had
done before, but her knowledge stop
ped. waiting to be enlarged by Roger
himself That he had meant to be at
the dance she was convinced, in spite
of Edith Halse's and May Armitage's
contrary opinions. The question was
what had become of him? Only those
who have lived in suspense know tho
agony of it. The worst, let it be what
it may, if it is only known, is thous-
and times easier to bear. All sorts OF
coniectures come into Maud's mind.
Had he been robbed ?-the road was
lonely enough-or strayed upon the
marsh and missed his way? Or-she
tried to put the thought away from her
as soon as it was bOrn-had he met that
woman whose face he had drawn that
night and whose beauty had evidently
appealed to him. No, it was an I'M
worthy thought. The woman could be
nothing to him; and yet-ah! so it is,
the unworthy thought is not killed so
easily, and women who love know, too,
how frail men are. Since legend Gre
ated a Lilith the world has been full of
her daughters-not legendary ones, but
real.
The dancing began and Maud Car
son s eyes were constantly fixed upon
the door. She expected Roger Wilmer
to walk in at any time, an apology
ready and a full and satisfactory ex-
PLANTATION of his absence. But dance
and interval succeeded one another, and
still be did not come.
Maud waited until she could speak to
Edith privately for a moment.
Don't you think that something
ought to be done about Mr.. Wilmer?'
she said. 1T is so very strange that
he is not here
Il have sent George and one of the
gardeners along the road" Edith an
swered. Not that l expect them to
find out anything. Mr.. Wilmer is
quite capable of taking care Of himself.
You may depend upon it, he and Martin
arranged it all beforehand"
Arranged what, Edith?"
my dear. | don't know-something
or other. Martin is not dancing man,
and Mr.. Wilmer may not be one,
either"
Il am convinced that something is the
matter" said Maud. "Mr. Wilmer par
ticularly asked me only this morning,
to give him certain dances. He would
not have done that unless he intended
to be here"
THAT tells tale" returned Edith,
trying to be merry. In reality, she
was as anxious as Maud, only did not
want to show il.
''Well, this is not time for secrets. 1
am interested in Roger Wilmer, and l
know everything is not right"
George and the gardener returned
without any news. They had called
at Mrs Boys cottage, but she had not
seen Mr.. Wilmer since she saw him
pass in the trap with Mr.. Halse. Her
son was at home sitting by the fire, but
was in one of his mad moods; there was
no getting a sensible word out Of him.
Maud refused to dance any more; she
had a headache, she said. She longed
to be a man, so as to be able to go out
and search.
The guests began to depart at last.
Such a pleasant evening it had been;
lutl UdU tuJO! ca lhtAlloSANNo ~ MUM
Then, as the door closed upon the last
one, Maud reused herself.
Edith, what is to be done?"
"Nothin. What can we do?"
"If you like, Miss Carson, will walk
up as far as the marsh" one of the men
staying in the house volunteered.
Il wish you would"
Two or three other men said they
would go, too.
III Wilmer is anywhere around here,
he'll hear us shout, said one.
Overcoats were brought, and they
were standing in the hall, the men
lighting cigars preparatory to starting
out. when a violent ring came at the
bell
Here he is" said one man, opening
the door Into the hall came Boys.
Although the night was bitterly cold
he had no hat on; he looked particularly
mad and was very excited
What is it?" exclaimed half dozen
voices.
There's death at the mill and the
ghosts are out on Medworth Marsh"