Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1896-09-06

Well, it is late said the older wo-
man. Go you to bed"
In few minutes time both she and
Mureilla were sound asleep in the dream
less slumber OF healthy fatigue.
When the morning broke over the
plains 10 the east the girl was away on
fec, back to her uncle'S house, before
tho sun had risen high enough TO be
seen over the black ridge of the easterly
woods Her uncles cast evil looks on
her d. her arrival, but, to her surprise
nc one said anything n allus!on to the
incident of the previous day. They
owed her heavy grudge, but they did
not fritter ID out in words Vengeance
would keep In the Selve. 1, is a good
wine; the best of all wines, TO their
thinking.
Il should be wiser to leave them"
she though. often in the day which fol-
lowed. Il can get my bread anywhere"
But hsr heart chung to the woods as
she had said; they were her friends; all
she had to love. The work she had TO
DO was OF the toughest. The only resi-
sac knew was when she sat down 10 the
telaiO-the board at which she weaved
the rude hempen linen in use in the
f2mlly But this did net trouble her;
she was young and active. and would
have hurt her more to nave her energies
and strength pert up unusued than to
srain them to The utmost in the outdoor
labors of the croft and void. The idea
OF going elsewhere appalled, her, not
from any peril which might lie in such
wanderings. but from the force Of habi1
and affection which bound her to the
soil. She knew that in any other place
she would feel like ,he homeless squir-
rel whom the forest fire has chased
from its familiar nest in the cid chest
nut bole, and driven out TO wander for
lorn over charred moss and smouldering
turf. knowing its hOmeward path no
more
A few days later Cyrll,e saw her as he
wen, on one Of his daily rides through
the woods. He stopped his horse and
spoke to her.
Il have no. thanked you for what you
did al San Vi,ale the other day, he said,
as sac s-raightened her back and locked
up al him from her kneeling posture,
where she was cutting dead canes.
feeling between you and your uncleS.
Has i done 500"
There is little love ever between us,
she answered Their thoughts are not
my thoughts. nor their ways mine
'Wculd W not be better to leave
them?"
NO doubt"
"Shall / ask C3.erina to find you work
with us?"
No. sir"
why p0t?"
1T would not sui. me- She grew
li.tle red as she answered.
You cannot be happy among people
whose conduct is alien and offensive 10
you, he said.
She drew down some more can5s ten
tauvely and cut them through, and casl
.them on the ground beside others al
ready cu,.
Happy; what is that? she said with
q genuine ignorance which had nothing
cynical. That is the way you talk.
We do not
"TheTe are natural joys, surely, given
even to the humbe5t in all Zines, he
said. with a litjle hesitation.
The beautiful mouth Of Mure.lla
curled with a little scCrn
"Did YOU ever noe bhe asses that
come iCr the sand that is taken out OF
the pits?" she said curtly They are
put 70 their work when they are toalS.
They never reach their full growth.
Their eyes are always sore Their
coats are always full of dust Nobody
ever cleans them. Their .hcofs are dry
and sply. Their bones are through
the,r skin. They get nching to eat but
mCudy straw ard dead leaves. They
are bcaas OF burden, fel on blows.
They have never a minutes peace. The
women of the poor are like them. That
is why I will never marry, If That be
what you mean
He was astonished at the reflection
and observation conveyed in the reply.
1. was like a miracle to hear any one
If these people speak with compassion
Of an animal. and with any comparison
of animal to human desiinieS
He was surprised also at the direct
ness Of the answer for a direct answer Is
seldom given in these lands
Silence fell between Them, only filled
by The sound Of her rusty sickle hacking
attLs dry canes.
''Why 10 you say here?' she said sud
denly. why? Ii 5 not yo"r coun-
try?'
at is not; no."
"Haye YOU no friends?'
yes. many: but not here
You should go TO them
would that I could
why cannot you?'
He was silent. How could he make
her understand his position? SILL kneel-
ing on the ground with her billhook
hacking the canes, she looked up at him
with sudden sympathy.
you killed some one?" she said in a
whisper.
That was The cause which made men
fugitives here in lie Selve.
"No." said Cyrille, Il did worse-I
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