Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-12-01
WHEELING REGISTER, SUNDAY; DECEMBERyE 1895

We'll just creep quietly about looking
on. You know you advised me to see
all sides Of life" And Marian faced
him fully with saucy lifting of her
chin.
But there Is one side that belongs
to silence.
mo, there's nothing more whole
some than realiSm-life-crud bare,
hideous, painful, like an excellent tonic
with an ugly taste. So you must come,
DIT. LarremOre, as we shall have tOrely{
on your protection coming home, since
Mr.. ThOrne does not return. And you,
Mrs. Lawrence? At the risk of having
your sensibiiues Jared, will you be one
Of us?"
ooh, yes, Of course"
CAS- II she'd let him go alone" whis-
pered Mrs. VentnOr as they went up the
stairs together, giving Marian an
amused glance.
A hurry 70 catch the train, the neces-
sity OF standing on the ferryboat, creak-
ing from It's weight Of passengers, the
journey across town, took away the first
flavor Of the escapade for Mrs. VentnOr.
She became cross and Mrs. Larre-
more sleepy Hugh, under this dual
influence, remained sunk in an apathy
he made no effort to resist.
Sometimes his eyes sought Marian's
as she chatted in her sunniest way with
Mark.
There was a strangeneSS about her
tonight, probably due to the sOmber,
severely made gown she wore and close
fitting dark hat, under which her face
shone like a flower. She was more VI
vacious, too, in her dainty, high bred
way. than he had ever seen her, as If
she had determined to leave q haunting
impression on poor Marks heart that
might become q lasting regret in his
exile the sort Of cruelty every woman
with q single good feature finds irresist-
ible.
They left the car at d portion OF the
city that was once the aristOcratic nu-
cleus. But the houses that in the thir-
ties were KniclIerbOcl1er mansions were
now rented out IN foul lodgings, with
| the signs of Italian Glaciers and Chi
nese loundrymen cheek by JOwl
Their way lay along the B0wery for
q few blocks. Il was brilliant with the
cheap brilllancy of dime museums and
crystal hung gin shops. A crowd surg
ed around them that furnished speci-
men from every dark corner OF Europe,
There was a jangle Of strange tongues
in their ears A composite swell Of
| awful fouiness came to them with every
breeze. like q beggar Haunting her
putrid rags. Drunken sailors reeled
past as If the Atlantic pulsed under
their feet. Scores Of women in bedrag-
gled gowns with scarlet splashes on
/ their checks stared at them with i'm
plaCable. gin sOdden eyes or peered
| like jackals from the more secretiye
/ gloom of the side streets.
Vice lared from the lighted door
ways belching blatant strains of dance
/ music. Vice looked at them from the
CID ewes of f0rsaken children-hideOus
vice. stripped of every false charm, her
I mask of. her garments Nth, her lips
/ uttcring pollution.
Scarcely q word was spoken until the
mission came in sight. Marian's up
rightliness had vanished. She walked
I by Marks side with curious, observing
eyes and at some of the sights they
I encountered drew more closely to him,
with % slight frOwn.
The only point of light in the dark
/ street leading off the thOroughfare was
the Illuminated words outside a small
red brick house: