Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-01-31

in the way" said Solita, and she loosed
il from the wrist of the Princess. But
the Princess caught the silky cords
within her hand and smoothed them
tenderly. That were easily rendered,
she replied with d smile, and she saught
for the scissors which hung At hergir-
die.
But SOlita bethought her that many
men had praised the color and softness
of her hair-why, she could not tell. Tor
dark locks alone were beautiful in her
eyes. Howbeit. men praised her and
for Siaur RUdels sake she would tdin
be as praisovorthy as might be. There
fore she stayed Joceiiande's hand and
cried aloud in fear, Nay, nay, sweet
lady. It's all the good ! have, and |
pray YOU leave it me who am so poor.
And the Princess JOceliande laughed,
and replaced the scissors in her girdle.
Il did but make pretence to try you.
she said. for in truth had begun TO
think you were some holy angel and no
woman. so little share had you in
woman's vanities. But tbs all un-
bound. and wonder not that it hinders
you Let me bind it I'M
And while the Princess bound the
hair cunningly in q cOrOnal upon her
head. Solita sDake again hesitatingly,
seeking to conceal her craft.
Madame. it is easy for you to bind
my hair. but for myself. have no mir
Tor. and so dress il awkwardly.
Joceliande laughed again merrily at
the words. "Dearj Eeart,' she cried,
Wv lat man is il? Hast discovered
thou art a woman after all? First thou
fearest for thy hair and nov thou ask
est for a mirror. But in truth I like
thee the better for thy discover And
she kissed Solita very heartily, who
hlushe THAT her secret was so readily
found q, =, and felt no small shame at
her lack\ 'subtlety. For many ladies'.
she knew. Nad secrets. ave even from
their bosom lords and masters. and
kept them WI NOut effort in the subter-
fuge. whereas she. poor fool, betray-
ed hers at the Fl. It word
"And what ma is it," laughed the
Princess. For tn re is not one that
deserves thee. as thu shalt Judge for
tbvself" WhereupOn she summoned
one Of her servants and ade him place
a mirror in the bed chamNcr Of Solita
wherein she might see hers,U from top
to toe.
Art content?" she said "Thus
shalt thou see thyself, without blem-
ish or fault even frcm the crown OF
hair to the heel of thy foot. But l ear
me the sight will change all ny
thoughts and incline thee to scorn C
thy sutton
Then she stood for a little watching
the sunlight play upon the golden head
and Dry into the soft shadows of the
curls. and her face saddened ana her
voice faltered.
But what of me, Solita?' she said.
"AlI men give me reverence, not one
knows me for woman. l crave the
bread of love, all day long hunger Ior
it. but they offer me the polished stones
of courtesy and respect, and so l starye
slowly to my death. What OF me, SOIL
ia? What of me-
But Solita made reply, soothing her:
Madame" she said. AL your SER
wants love YOU, but it beseems them
not to faunt it before your face, so high
are YOU placed above them. You order
their fortunes and their lives, and sure
IL tbs nobler work than meddllng with
this idle love-prattle.'
Nay" replied the Princess, laughing
in despite of her heayiness, for she
noted how the blush on SOlita's cheek
belied the scOrn of her tongue. II mere
spoke the saint. and will hear no moro
from her. now that l have found the
woman. Tell me. did he kiss you?'
And Solita blushed yet more deeply.
so that even her neck down 20 her
shoulders grew rosy, and once or twice
she NODDED her head for her lips would
not speak the word.
Then Joceliande sighed to herself
and sad:
AMI vet. perchance he would not die
for yCu. whereas men die for me daily,
and from mere obedience. How is he
callei?"
Madame" she replied, Il may not
tell you, for all my pride in him. Twill
he for my lord TO answer YOU in his
eood time. But that he would die Tor
mo. if need there were, I have no doubt.
For l have looked into his eyes and
read his soul"
So she spske with much spirit, up-
holding Sieur Rudel. ont Ioceliande was
s0ralv grieved for that SOlita would no;
trust her with her lovers name, and
answered bitterly:
and his soul which YOU did sec was
doubtless your own image And thus
It will ba with the next maiden VINO