Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1896-03-08

d woman VINO Qld not remain AlISI hidI-
riage as she was bef0re-your wor-
SHIPPER"
But most men don't care for that
sort of thing. and are willing TO be
bound in silken chains, as the flash nov
elists puts it,"
well, that's what it comes to, and
unless you take my advice you'll see
"WhiZz, BURR. The current was on
and the car went rocking and whirring
down the rails, the noise of the wheels
drowning out the conversation.
OF the two passengers she was tall,
graceful, blond she wore brown suit
and hat to match. The motOrman re-
membered having seen him before
somewhere. The car waited for a
freight train to move from across the
trolly line track.
1T is easy to say obey but no wo-
man will do it who respects herself, "
she was remarking.
"They tell it that she refused at first,
but he insisted on it.
Before the church full of people,
too. That's an example of mans con-
servatism. It's a wonder we have adj
vanced from the Blue laws"
IF we hadn't there would be no ball
tomorrow night"
But you are not going?"
Il told you, no. leave for month S
trip west tomorrow wish you would
not go, either"
But Mr.. Huyler will be there" arch
ly.
"The more reason why you should
not be-"
And Floyd Carson"
He does not count with the women"
why, may ask?"
cone of the kind that insist on
He has theory that women should
be obedient to the lords Of creation"
obey?
Il judge so. No woman, he says,
can ever fascinate or control him
You'd better not repeat that among
women. 1t will pique their curiosity
and invite them to test their powers"
Il am sorry l told you then
so you are really going west to-
morrow with a shrug of uneasiness.
Would that train never pass?
yes, with a look Of longing. and
we must say good-by here, for I've
york to do this evening. I've not seen
you as often lately as used to, but"
Jerk, jerk rattle! The train had
gone, the wheels clicked over the rail-
way and the mOtOrman had his hands
full warning the many teams from his
course. The woman left the car at the
second crossing. The man watched her
until the last ribbon of her cloak had
duttered around the corner. Then he
sighed and opened an evening paper.
A broken rail. The passenger in
brown kept his scat. Another man in
light clothing entered; the motorman
was sure he had seen the same pair
in his car before. AS he watched the
workman repair the track he could not
help overhearing the talk.
Hello, old fellow Back, are ycu?"
Yes, Floyd; just in this morning.
Fad tiresOme trip. How are all the
boys?"
"Flourishing or broke: mostly broke.
Hurley's gone to Washington. Isup-
pose you know"
Il heard it today
And the French artistic said he
had great offer from some Paris pa
per to illustrate for them, and he's
gone. Privately he's giving lessons to
a class over in New Jersey or Maryland
or somewhere"
But the girls?"
You surely are so much interested
in them. Before you went away you
got to be very cynical"
Il thought over your theory great
deal and came to believe that there was
something in it"
My theory? What was that?'
Why" surprised, that to control a
woman you should not marry her"
oh, yes. Well?"
There may be something in it. At
any rate, | let that Irritation with Miss
Lyons drop q little and no one else
seemed to interest me.
She's a nice girl"
Yes, and | was afraid she would feel
grieved at my dropping her So"
Il think not. I've seen a good deal
of her one way and another, and have
not noticed it, To be candid. that
theory of mine wouldn't suit every
body"
DO you think it suited me?"
well you said you would not allow
any woman to control you"
Il believe, Floyd, you contemplate
something serious"
Maybe I do-in fact. I have about
concluded that I'd as soon be controlled
as have the responsibility on my own
shoulders
And the happy woman is
siz-z-Z- whir-r-r, The car was NOV
ing again. How the brakes ratified!
It was a rainy night. Not a passenger
had been on since seven o'clock. The
motorman could see no sign of the head
light Of the car he was to meet at the
next switch. He halted the car ana
went inside to get a three minutes
glance at the evening paper before he
should have to push on out through
the addition. Murders on the first
page, politics on the second. sporting
news on the third, local happenings on
the fourth. He turned to the fourth.
The most prominent item was a we'd
ding. His eye caught the names-"Mr
Floyd Carson-Miss Louis Lyons"
He dimly thought he had heard the
names somewhere, but could not just
place them. He then turned to the
story of a riot in an all-night saloon
on Sd street-Chicago News.