Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1896-12-20

of borrow she truned her face to the
wall and died. might have saved her,
but she had gone-hating me.
Three nights afterwards | sent Tor
my brother. The girl was in her grave;
Then l settled all with him. VIII
show you how"
Going to the cupboard he brought out
four glasses. and put them on the table.
Then from two bottles he poured out
what looked like red wine, two glasses
from each bottle. Putting the bottles
back he returned to the table.
I'VE sat like this he said, taking a
chair. then we bound our eyes"-he
drew a handkerchief from his breast
and wound it around his nose and eyes.
81 moved the glasses about and he dld
the same, till neither could know Whlch
two held poisoned wine and which two
pure wine. At last each raised glass
to his lips. We hung all upon chance
I drank of the two glasses OF pure WINE,
he of the two poisoned glasses. when
took the handkerchief from my race
he was dead
Nothing was known.
"The truth was not known.
Why did you come here?'
It could net and would not repent OF
nv brothers death nor the death of the
girl. Then | said perhaps l was a
little mad. perhaps l am a little mad
now will say mass for the repent
ant no longer, but for the unrepentanI,
in some remote corner of the world.
1T is q pity that someone could not
nlav this game again without you lie
pointed to the four glassesfilled with
wine. =,
u should be ready. Life is all
chance-we are wisps OF straw IN the
wind"
"You are a priestl" rejoined Dubarre
meaningly.
II was a priest because in the church
there seemed to be one shelter. You
went with a multitude, not all alone,
DO you dare to.drink with me?' Du-
barre asked, nodding toward the
glasses.
Willard looked at the other with con-
tracing. questioning eyes. -,
you will play that game with me!
he asked in a mechanical voice.
1T would give me great pleasure,
The voice had a strange, ronlcal
tone.
"What is your object?'
"T'shi" was the reply, lit is a coward
who takes his life: but this to you ana
met is grand spOrt-as one would
take & run at a creyasse and clear IT, OF
fall If we both fall, we are IN good
company:if you fall, have the greater
iov of escape; if I fall, you have the
same ioy. and can say mass for me!
"Rut there is some other reason?
urged Willard, wavering.
"Psbawi have played pitch-and-toss
for life often enough; it is my whim-if
YOU are not afraid
81 am not afraid, was the answer
"But let us eat first.
A GREAT ire burned in the chimney, FOR
the night was cool. Upon the fire pot
v,os simmering and a good savory came
rom it. A wind went fitting by outside
the hut. in tune with the singing OF the
kettle.
willard took the four glasses filled with
the wine and laid them on shelf against
the wall. then began to put the table IN
order for their supper and to take the pot
from the fire.
Dubarre noticed that Just above where
the glasses stood on the shelf a crucihN
was hanging. and that rubies spanked IN
the hands and feet where the nails should
he driven in. There was painful humor
in the association. He smiled. then turned
his head away. for old memories flashed
through his brain-he had been an acolyte
once. he had served at the altar.
Suddenly he rose. took the glasses from