Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1896-11-29

ed the soft white palm, and said: "Is
this your sorrow, darling?"
rs it proper to call me that already?
7 know not the manners Of the Fran
CHEESE. 1 am a Georgian, a lady Of
Georgia, very well born, you should
understand, and my grandfather is not
far away. But my sorrow is very deep.
/ have lost my darling, my own little
dear-very much dearer to this Leila
than she can possibly be to Monsieur.
Come and l will show you. But bring
your gun. There may be another mon
ster there"
I followed her down the steep, up
which she had flown in such dire ter
ror, and as we came to the body of the
boar, which had rolled for hundred
yards or more from the place where l
had shot him, she stopped and laid
crooked branch upon it, and pro-
nounced some words which / could not
understand. Then, as we fastened on
again, l asked her what the meaning
was.
THAT he may go to the realms Of
Satan Within an hour after death,
the cross made on his wicked body
would have saved him from all evil.
But now none dare to place it there
1 have marked him with the badge of
Satan. the crooked branch from which
he took the fruit that poisoned all man
kind. You viii not think it cruel OF
me when you see what the miscreant
has done
She led the way with such lovely
walking sUch feXure of fair neck like
a lily in the breeze, and so many
glimpses of damask cheek through the
coy interception of playful locks, that
I followed in o dream of beauty. Then
we came to a slender pole laid across
the deep ravine wherein the lngur
rOared like a terror far below; and 10
nay dismay she walked along the trem-
bling stem, balancing her graceful form
without even spreading her arms, but
trusting TO the supple grasp Of either
foot Cased in yellow leather. On the
further brink she turned round, and
smiled. and said: you must not at
tempt it. sir. With boots like yours 1t
would be death. 1t was thus that L
escaped the beast, who had TO go TAR
below and swim. But leap can be
made from your side further up the
channel, if you desire
NV desire was to be with her, and
thought of neither heels nor neck, but
made the fearful jump and landed,
without half q foot to spare.
NO Suanetian could do that" she
said as she received me; and 1, like
villain. made believe to be overcome as
she had been, that she might so en-
courage me. But my painting was or
no avail. She began TO be wide-aWaKe
about me, now that she knew me Tor
her own.
ooh. poor unhappy little one! So
sweet. so brave, so loving! Eager TO
contend alone against a monster
thousand times as large. And /, like a
coward. let thee die. o Waldo, the
sweetest of all sons of dogs, shall l
never hear thy merry bark again, and
never kiss thy cold black nose? But
thou shalt have an hOnored grave, and
thy spirit shall ever go before me.
Of me she had no thought whatever,
as with both palms laid upon the
ground she leaned over the body OF
small white dog. of what breed l know
motor they are not particular ABOUT
that in these parts-while her tears
fell thicklv upon his fluffy ears, and
many sob choked her clear young
voice. This poor little fellow had
brought his fate upon himself by his
sDortive turn. having reused the boar
from slumber and Infatuated him-tor
i'm their ordinary mood they do not at
tack mankind.
LET me bury him." I said with a
fortunate snapshot of thought; let
me bury Leila's dog, where no wolves
can dig him up.
Like light she was upon me with her
ewes. brightest of all eyes that ever
brought light and love into this gloomy
worldly and the dew of sorrow shook
and shcne with the radiance OF soft
Would YOU? VIII you? How shall
love YOU? I was going to put the
moor darling in a tree. because of those
miserable iackals. But the earth is the
Mace for us when we die. Only II IS
bar1 rock. and cannot quarry.
Sweetest of all maids" ] said, be-
ing scarcely at ell in my right mind
now. with the power of her elances,
and her tender ways, and the thought
cf what her holy love must be, when
+bore was so much of it for cross
bred dog. 81 would dig down fifty feet