Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-08-01
A DAUGHTER OF THE GODS.
Copyright, 1897, by wn. Du Bots.

why is it a law OF nature that tall
women must marry snort men? 1 want
TO marry. But what man OF decent
stature viii want ; feet 3? / refuse 10
marry anything under SIX feet, so snail
have to dle an old maid.
You Will scarcely ne mea"drinS the
mans inCnes when you tail in love,
Anna" said her friend.
Perhaps the heavy-hgured, plain
featured woman of nlne-and-tWenty
would not have been averse TO chang
ing places with the tall, supple-limbed
young Amazon who DemOa-td her III
iuCs Il ON the long Jt,h Gus o. tue
sunny viCarage lawn, and would have
taken fateS hne of Il possibly short
husband kindly enough.
Il snail measure MS inches before,
and so 1 snail not fail IN love, wise
Lu-dOn't you see!
And you would rather marry man
like Charley Langley feet OF we'll
built stupidity, than, we will say, Mr..
Royce VINO is clever and
handsome, and almost a pigmy. l
allow Mr.. Royce to be the miniature
model OF what a man should be--bdt
1 90 not wish 10 marry model; l want
the man. OR arley Langley worships
lutte IIOssic CressO.t. H7'sh ho:
What am C do? l mast Ie oil, III,
or | shall be late for dinner.
On the other side of the thick, quick
set hedge stood Owen Royce the clever
artist, of whose future great things
were predicted. Walking careleSSly be-
side the oyerhanging hawthorn and
wild rose, he had been caught and
held by a struggling thorn. While inn
patiently uufastening the OBTAINING
bramble the words spoken in the gar
den had fallen on his ear He had
walked CareleSSly through the summer,
as he had walked through the brambleS
to find himself suddenly caught TWO
months of tennis, riding and boating
with Anna WaymOOr had not left him
heaTt-whOle.
He had gOOd-naturedly coached Miss
WaymOOr in her drawing, az tennis,
and had taught her to ride with some
of the "haute eCO.e' knowledge which
be himself possessed. That teaching
had been q dangerous pastime; par
ticularly dangerous were their long
readings and talks together; perhaps it
was then that the artist had fallen
head-lOng in love with his beautiful
pupil when the Amazon had been
laid aside when the gracious, gentle
woman had set beside him with her
tender, deep gray eyes, and, with color
coming and going, had learned TO love
Beatrice and Juliet, and to know.
through him, her Shakespeare and
Dante by heart And all the time she
had thought OF him merely as what he
almost a pigmy.
Anna stood armed with her golf
clubs on the manor terrace: Louisa
stood beside her, a study in drabS, a
foil to the fresh. brilliant coloring Of
her friend.
Now. Mr. Maxwell is what l call a
man. Lu." the girl was saying.
He is big and well made l cannot
speak as to his head-piece, And he APP
pears 70 have no dislike 10 a tall wO-
man. my dear" said Louisa. dryly.
Anna twirled her club.
No. I do not think he diSlikes me.
Jack has asked him to stay on for the
club hunting"
Has your brother persuaded Mr..
Royce TO remain as well?'
Yes; his picture will give him quite |
another months work. He has grown !
very stupid lately. 1 cannot think
what has come TO him; he paints and
paints and is as dull as an owl and
she moved OF to join the stalwart
young Maxwell. who was patiently
awaiting her pleasure at the park
gate.
That evening after the choir prac-
tice. Louisa said abruptly TO Anna:
Ny dear, l think why Mr.. Royce
has grown stuk d is because he loves
you"
The girl lea "a against the garden |