Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-01-17

time but he has not written to me TOT
81 lone while. He was better employed,
no doubt a.
EYES. I think he was, returned MISS
Cathcart. with candor, her head llttie
on one side. as if she were considering
the question.
Houston laughed. Poor fellow.
lie must De having bad time OF 1t Just
now. / feel for him.
Did YOU know him we'll? he Is
kind. and good. and true she SAID
with more seriousness than she had yet
shown. and looking earnestly at MIN
with her lovely magnetic eyes.
"He is q really good fellow, kindly
and honest. and a bit of a genius to
boot
"Pray Heaven he is all you say, she
exclaimed earnestly. but IN sup
pressed tone.
Her words struck Houston as express
inc doubt which girl heartily IN
love would not have admitted even 10
herself She was very collected, 100
mo hesrtatiOr-uo fitting blushes-be-
travod emotion az the sound OF her
lovers name. Was this sweet candid,
unaffected girl q heartless lirt?' NO
matter" was his conclusion; Il am go
fug 10 have q glorious time of It. and
I'm DO my best to enjoy it 70 the full.
And we must go everywhere IN a
hanson with nice frisky horse his
uuc.e's ward was saying, when jim
came back to reality. I'VE always had
s.ufry broUgham. when ! was in town
before. with q poor sleepy WORKOUT
tning fin the shafts, and driver TO
match.
Leave that to me. You are fond or
horses. Miss Cathcart?'
CT love them with all my soul. 1t
doubles ones existence to ride.
yes. it certainly does. suppose
Won had a good mount when you lived
I'm the country
"No indeed, Mr.. Crawley wouldn't
Ter me look al the tail of a horse. 1t
was too bad.
81 think we must ask my uncle to get
YOU a horse. and one for me. too, if |
am 10 have the honor of escorting you
eft would be heavenly with en-
phasisl.
You must know continued Jim, I
am a poor devil of an engineer out of
work without surplue cash, or bloom
ing hopes
"Oh, You viii succeed" with sigh
and a long reflective look. 81 am ia
ken prophetic sometimes, and you do
not look to- me like a man who would
fall
Thank Won. sweet prophecies. May
your words bring fulfllmert.
Here General Maclntyre came in,
rubbing his eyes suSpiciOusly.
"El, Sitting in the dark. Why,
you'll be blind. yourself, over that pa
per. Araminta, ringing the bell.
Light the lapms Redman,' to the ser
van, Who came Immediately. and the
candles on Jle piano, too. Come, Ella,
let's have Jock c'HaZeldean', and any
thing else YOU like. 81
rIiss Cathcart went TO the piano at
once. and gave then the required bal
lad. and then Hatifed her guardian by
singing Bonnie Mary Hay; after
which she wandered away TO Irish mel
Odies. which Lady Pettigrew pro-
uOUnced too "waesJme' for her taste.
"Nv fcind. Kitty Blake. taught me
how TO sing her national songs, said
Miss Cathcart. closing the piano.
"Arj impaired a touch of her native
accet To- you. also remarked Houston.
What, DO YOU dare to say l have
caught the brogUe?' she cried, blush
ing, but smiling.
NO, 10y no means-yOu have only
caught the music of the brogue."
you cannot get out of it, Mr.. Hous-
tom"
cts time for all decent bodies to be
away 10 their beds said Lady Petit
grew. "IJ is on the stroke Of eleven.
You'll lunch tomorrow it'll us, Janice
eff I may
"One-thirty then
"Aud the Royal Academy after"
cried Miss Cathcart. Il shall have
quite q busy morning. I have got TO
get q check from the General for my