Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-08-08

ne passed MS arm rOund her waist.
"Ha! your heart is beating fast"
Little wonder it should. am not
well. indeed. Them praties ald salt
don't agree with me at all"
''Umph," said the Brown Nan.
The next morning ,as they were sit
ting at the breakfast table together,
Nora plucked up heart and asked leave
to go to see her mother. The Brown
Man, who ate nothing, looked at her
in a way that made her think he knew
all. She felt her spirit die away
within her."
'If you only want to see your
mother" said he, there is no occasion
for your going home. I will bring her
to you here. l didn't marry you to
be keeping you gadding."
The Brown Man then went out and
whistled for his dog and his horse
They both came, and in a very few
minutes they pulled up at the old wo-
mans cabin door
The poor woman was very glad to
see her son-in-lGw, though she did not
know what could bring him so soon.
Your daughter sends her love TO
you, mother" says the Brown Man, the
villain, land she'd be obliged to you for
loan of shoot Of your best clothes,
as she's going to give a grand party,
and the dressmaker has disappointed
her"
ITO be sure and welcome" said the
mother; and, making up a bundle OF
the clothes, she put them into his
hands.
"Whoghl whogh!" said the horse. as
they drove off, that was we'll done.
Are We to have a mail OF herr"
Easy, ma coppuleen, and you'll get
your nough before night" said the
Brown Man, land you likewise, my
little dog"
"Boh!" cried the dog, I'm in no
hurry hunted down doe this morn
ing and that was fed with milk from
the horns Of the moon"
Often in the course OF that day did
Nora Guare go TO the door, and cast her
eye over the weary fat before Il, to
discern, If possible, the distant figures
of her bridegroom and mother. The
dusk Of the second evening found her
alone in the desolate cot. She listened
to every sound. At length the door
opened, and an old woman, dressed In
a new jock, and leaning on a staff, en-
tered the hut ooh, mother, are you
Gomez" said Nora, and was about 10
rush into her arms when the woman
stopped her.
"Whisht. whisht! my child only
stepped in before the man TO know how
you like him? Speak softly, in dread
he'd hear you-he's turning the horse
loose in the swamp, abroad, over"
"Oh, mother. mother, such storyG
"Whishti easy again-how does
use you?" v
"Sarrow worse. That straw my bed
and them white eyes-and bad ones
they are-all my diet And 'usn't that
same only"
"Whisht, easy, ag'in, He'll hear you,
may be. Well2"
I'D be easy enough, only for his
own doings. Listen, mother. The fusht
night, | came about twelve O'Clock"
Easy, speak easy, enOoi'
He got up at the call Of the horse
and the dog, and staid out good hour.
He ate nothing next day. The second
the night and the second day it was the
same story. The third"
"Hushtl husht. Well, the third
night?"
The third night said I'd watch
him. Mother, don't hold my hand so
hard. He got up, and / got up after
him. Oh, don't laugh, mother, for IFS
frigktfuI I followed him 10 Mucruss
Churchyard. Mother, mother. you
hurt my hand. looked in at the gate
there was great moonlight there,
and could see everything as plain as
day"
well, darling-husht, softly, What
did you see2"
Ny hui band by the grave. and the
horse-T4n your head aside. mother,