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


turn pale and sick, and her brain TO
] swim as she Leheld it. II was from
D Australia.
Her hands trembled as she sliced it;
then Ton moment she stood unable to
move. She seemed scarcely breath
ing.
/ When motion came back she fed as
2 one frightened 10 her room. closed and
locked the door and dropped GREATNESS
into a chair Then she perceived for
the first time that the writing was not
. Louis Warreners; it was d hard, sti1,
I commercial writing.
Now eagerly, she tore it open; an in
I closure fell out with the letter She
+ read the letter first
PosCOfice. WOOlOOroOroO, Australia.
Madame: In repairing the primitive
letter box or the above office the in
closed letter was found slipped down
an opening between the joints which
had not been observed. l forward ii 1t
. once with much regret at the mishap,
for which accident alone is to blame.
/ am madame. yours respectfully.
JACOB SMELL Postmaster.
Selling the letter, Blanche eagerly
L
I The letter was rubbed. and yellow aud
. sOiled. and the date-that was clear
. and seemed TO stand out in letters Of
iire-the date of over year ago. The
date when she had waited with almost
breaking heart for news Of the writer.
IL was some seconds before she found
courage 70 open il. What might it
] say? Finally she broke away the en-
velope and read. Ten, with bitter,
I moaning cry, as one struck to the heart,
she sat stunned. her dilated eyes fixed
ON vacancy
This is what the letter said:
Ny Own. Sweet Darling Blanche:
How can 1 write the news l have 10 tell?
That an those bright prospects en-
umerated i'm my last letter have melt
ed into air2 As told YOU then, urged
by the man 7 considered my friend
and who would have been under other
circumstance gave up what 7 was
doing. and started with him and his
pretty daughter up the country to one
of his stations. one of considerable
acres. and splendldly stocked.
As we went, dear 1 congratulated
myself on having won the friendship
of srch a man though often wondering
aJ iJ. AT this place, WoolOOrOOroo. l
have discovered tho reason. His
daughter it appears. has honored me
with her affection, and the squatter
viii make my fortune if l make his
/ FlCssie my wife.
Need I cell YOU the result? He is a
/ passionate man. He and his daughter
have gone on. angry at my refusal l
am here, almost penpiless, with less
hope than on my first arrival
Blanche. dear my spirit is broken.
My future has no silver in its Innings.
[ have pondered long and l feel l, in
my love. may he rather your enemy
then friend. Blanche, YOU should not
ds tied TO me- ] offer YOU back your
word. Darling you are free. VIII YOU
accept Your freedom? If YOU Will give
me- anOti err chance. write, write. and
tell me SO. dearest and with renewed
spirit I Will turn again TO work TO win
vou Tiff you Will accept your re-
.aasa-and I cannot blame you-be 81
.nt it will be less painful 20 YOU, and
oh. so u..d more less for me.
T small wait here two mails for your
answer Cr-your silence. Heaven bless
Won. darling. and make YOU happy
whichever way YOU decide. Always
vOuIs lin love. LOUIS.
Blanche remembered no more until
she found herself lying prone on the
carpet, waking up as from a horrible
dream aroused by some loud sound,
which. 10y degrees formed itself into
q rappiDg at the bedroom door, and
her maids voice calling
Miss Blanche, NJ SIS Blanche
Rising mechanically, she staggered
20 the door and opened it.
~Oh good loT' gracious calculated
the maid, starting uaCN in consterna-
tJn as she b,ueld her. "Whatever's
the matter. miss2'
Blanche made NO response. In daz-
ell way she passed her hand over her
face. ,hen dropped for support against
the wall In q second, however, she
staggered back to her chair, dropped
into it. and. burying her face on her
arms crossed ON the toilet table, burst
into historical weeping.
I'm terror the maid gazed, then fed
down TO the dining-room to tell Mr.
Fel-fead that Miss Blanche was i'll.
"IH? Why. saw her enter the house
quite well nor half an hour ago. eX-
claimed Mr. Felstead, but at once ris-
inc and ascending the stairs.
NV darling. what is this-what is the
matterq" he asked entering the bed
room and approaching her.
oh papa. papa. it's too dreadful,
sobbad Blanche. Read. What am l
TO do?' go
Great heavens. Warrener writteu?'
calculated Mr. FelsJead, perusing the
letter
written and is true. He waited for
NV answer and none came. Because l
did not know
The position was q difficult one, truly.
Mr. Felstead grasptd that at once.
"gTv darling. YOU are not to blame.
You have nothing TO reproach yourel1
for he ala slowly. After this long
time the past cannot be undone. IL IS
y most unfortunate accident, for Welch
no one is responsible.
"Rut. papa. Lu.ie ie trUe and II
ON, engaged TO- oh. what can l do?'
She broke of, with another nit OF weep
a,r~ darling" said her father affec-
-fova+sIv. what You must do is to be
br9ve and look at this unhappy affair
calmly
calmly, Oh. papa, when Louis has
believed / cast him Oft broke our
engagement because he was poor?-I
never would.
NO. my poor child. I coulu rot have
,,.tsbc5 Won 10. But that cannot be al
Dr course he must have he