Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-09-01

GENERAL 10
The famous soldier who has been chosen
Commauder-in-Chie
trine to me" replied Magdaline, her
proud face flushing red.
"I-I-oh, pardon Madeline.
was mad-mad. But YOU love me?'
No
But YOU viii learn to love me?'
Leave me and never let me see
your face again
Madeline
Leave me, I say" and, turning her
back she looked out over the sea that
thrGSbed and tinkled on the sand.
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Pierre became a monk None know
the revelations that came to him in his
monastic years-years mighty and
marvellous fraught with events both
terrible and triumphant Through
mental processes. which one may
never know. he determined to leave his
cell and dedicate himself to the better
mcnt OF humapi'y-to become a unit
In the vast army Thar was even then
beginning to press forward to the glad.
white glory of liberty. One day he
found himself in Paris and standing
under q tree in one OF it's pleasant
parks. re was tired, for he had been
down i'm the Sums since daybreak,
visiting the sick, the poor the wretch
ed. and bearing out Of their presence
still heavier sorrow than even he
had felt before
Law. i he
tered 10 himself. Il cannot under
stand why q just. loving. merciful
Maker can permit the misery I have
seen to-day. All, the misery that I
feel here" cluJching convulsively at
his heart
Just then a rattle Of wheels was
heard on the drive, and a carriage.
brave with armOrial bearings. came
in sight
Pierre looked mo and looking. saw
Madeline He staggered back against
the tree. white TO his quivering lips.
Should he speak? He looked down at
his dark robes. and the whole world
seemed to resolve itself into a mock
cry
Pierre"
The carriage had stopped and Made
line had spoken The old love of the
old life was i'm her voice. But Pierre
was silent-staring at her like a mad
man and beating his breast with both
hands clinched.
"Pierre. speak to smew She had
aighted on the soft sweet turf and
had caught him by the arm.
d. ],
woman-devill DO not tempt me back
TO the world or II will kill you"
ooh. Pierre, Pierre! You know not
what you say! II love YOU and Will
be your wife.
My wife," replied Pierre. with q
tense. harsh laugh. My wife, Look
at my robes. Cannot you understand
that 7 have taken the oath of celibacy2
You dismissed me from your presence
once. Tt is my turn to dismiss you
from my presence now
But, Pierre. l did not know my
heart i'm that old day. How joyfuily
would 7 give an my gold and become
a ragged beggar i'm the streets TO re-
call the cruel words 7 spoke when I
saw you last ON. Pierrei I have
never seen a happy hour since then.
Forget and forgive! III is your Made
line forever? Pierre, tell me that YOU
love me-that-'
Woman gor' clinging to the tree
for support
Il can give YOU houses, valleys, hills,
forests. t0wns-a fortune as great as
any in France 7 can
your fortune isnO temptation. Tt is
yourself tempts me- Oh. Godi Why
was it given 10 me of all men to under
go this Ordeal?'
"Ah. Pierre. if you bore for me the
love that [ bear for you and shall bear
until the endless end shall have told,
YOU would not hesitate for the atom
of am instant
you know my vow
Break it,
81 called you q devil and You are.
Would you have me TO plunge my
soul into perdidon for the sake of your
love2"
Pierre. if YOU did. if did, with o
song Of rejoicing I would follow YOU 10
your deathiess doom.
She had put her arms around him and
leaned her cheek caressingly against
his own. Then began conflict i'm the
heart of the monk that tested his moral
fibre TO the full Had he yielded, the
religious record of the Northwest would
never have opened an immortal leaf
TO his memory.
Let me think" he said, finally
You see'-he hositate5. Tt was the
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