Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-02-21

al, his voice deep with strange intona-
tions. THE boat was scuttled. As we
rose on the roller in sight of shore She
filled. Some of us reached the Key and
were taken off by passing schooner
That is how ! am here. But he-there
must have been a blow-he sank-he was
thrown ashore. l myself heaped the
sands over that head" And Gloria fell
10 the floor. as If the treacherous blow
that slew Vriglo had struck her-as the
statue she had that instant seemed
might have fallen.
II was n week before they could tell
Harry Bentinck that Gloria would live
The Congressional world saw nothing OF
him in that time; no spent the greater
part Of It in walking up and down Mrs.
MacIlchaers drawing rooms. But when
that message was brought to him he bade
Mrs. MacNIichael goodbye and disap-
peared. and General Piers Petersen dis
appeared with him.
He went at once to another city and
borrowed John Vanderwater's yacht,
which happened to be in commission for
a Mediterranean cruise. taking the neces-
sary people and appurtenances along and
sailed directly for the Key where Nirgio
was buried, finding it with little diff
Guilty, evading a Spanish gunboats in
tercst In the proceeding, and returning
with what he sought encased in triple
steel.
And then there was a solemn requiem
mass in st. Matthew's, with the whole
splendor of the Church anu It's music;
| with the chiefs of the Cuban Junta and
! other high dignitaries in attendance; and
out in the Rock Creek burial ground
Harry Bentinck placed one long palm
| branch on the young heros grave, and a
| wreath, every star Of which was a bios
som of the Flower Of the Holy Ghost
Gloria lay on a lounge surrounded by
the flowers he had sent her. armfuls Of
white lilacs, white herself as the death
she had escaped, her long hair streaming
| to her feet, when, the day after this, he
was admitted to her presence.
She looked at him Il moment, saying
nothing. and giving him her thin hand;
and then the eye!ids fell and two great
tears welled out He would have kissed
them away, but he dared not. He was
not very certain of his own standing In
|
| the fnger-tips OF the hand he held. And
! he presently told her of yesterdays music
and of the grave. He had the choir come
the next day and sing for her a part of
the music. the doors open from room "a
room. the voice of a prima donna who
was then in town soaring like a rising
soul through it all. He came again the
| following morning, sitting in a low seat by
| the lounge, and told her Of the voyage and
of the reef and the long roll of the Carib-
bean waters that had entombed Virgilo
where the sapphire deepened to amethyst
and broke to beryl. and powdered in dia-
mond spray upon the coral rock.
And on another day he brought her 2
little miniature he had had painted from
photograph of Virgilo that Mrs Piers
Peterson had. He came every afternoon
and stayed as long as he could make ex-
| cuse He longed for her TO confess her
self able to drive out, In those vernal days
when the immense sky of Washington is
! full of the high white light and the air
| is full of the sweetness Of green grass
and violets, and hyacinths anu springine
life.
But one cay he went in with more deter.
mination. Her life perhaps depended or
| it, he said: he would allow no false deli
cacy to stand in the way Mrs. Mac
Michael went into the adjoining room
where Nine D'Arco was sitting. 81
think" he said gently to Gloria. that 4,