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


A week later. The dean and Mrs
Carberry stepped neryOusly forward a!
I the mail Numbered in from London anC
discharged its living freight on the
( platform then their eyes lit jOyOusly
on a girl clad in the Quietest of travel
/ ing costumes, who was evidently theil
| guest.
You are Helen Adair?"
! "Ah, yes, and you are Mrs. Car
berry?" The girl held out her hand
dextrOUsly evading the affectionat6
peck which the elder lady would have
| bestowed on her She was a tall, slim
girl with big, misChieyous gray eyes
and peculiarly dainty hands and feet
Would you see to my things for me
Mr.. Dean? Here is the list, and she
vanished in the crowd. The dean made
his way to the luggage compartment
and had just finished his task when
Helen's voice sounded sweet and low
at his elbow.
Everything's there, I see. Would
you get q special messenger to wheel
this up, or shall ride ito She had
she was rolling tenderly through the
crowd.
If the box next to him had not been
a wicker one the dean would have sat
on it and gasped; as it was he gasped
standing.
My dear a bicycle" he said weakly.
A bicycle in the innermOst circle of the
select
Helen Adair caught the stony despair
in Mrs. Carberrys eyes and saw the
deans flushed cheeks, and her eyes
danced suddenly as she took in the
situation.
Don you ride one, either of you?"
she said sweetly Perhaps, I'd better
ride it up; I'm very precious Of it."
A girl ON a bicycle following the
deanery carriage. The dean gasped
again and gave some hasty orders to
the porter and Helen was bundled into
the wagOnette, her eyes looking some
what anXiOusly back at the precious
Humber
Between her natural kindness and
her horror at receiving a new woman
into her home Mrs. Carberry spent a
restless evening. for they soon gather
ed that Helen hunted and ished. and
shot. and yet she spoke of none Of
those things, but drew the dean into
an animated discussion on the Trans
yaal question at dinner, and told Mrs.
Carberry of the latest things in chiffOns
afterwards The dean could not help
thinking he had not spent such a pleas
ant evening COR a long time, and Mrs.
Carberry would have agreed with him
had it not been for the metal steed re-
posing in the front hall. AS il was she
thought of the aUstere archdeacOn and
his wife and others, and she sighed
occasionally.
Mrs. HOlroyd FASTENED to call next
day. and came in with heightened col
or. having passed the wheeled monster
in the hall.
you must put your foot down, she
said sternly, drowning some weak de-
tense Of Mrs. Carberry as\to everyone
riding now. Remember, Ey dear, no
half measures; she must not use it
here"
Then Helen came in, and matters
might have run smoothly had they not
begun TO discuss with abated breath
one Of the newest books, and Helen
Joined in carelessly. It's rather
clever" she said.
Mrs. HolrOyd dropped her glasses
with a clatter. 'YOu-have-read-
that-book.' she said, dropping each
word out slowly.
"Oh. yes" Helen smiled. 1T is a
very ordinary book, you know i
rather agree with the authOress.
Mrs. Holroyd rose slowly; she could
only show how shocked she was by
Withdrawing her stately presence.
mo. thank you, Mrs. Carberry,' she
said, Il cannot stay for tea this even
ing. Good afternoon, Miss Adair.
cannot understand what your father
must have been thinking Of TO allow
YOU even to hear that books name. ~
And. not without an inkling that her
last sentence was slightly Oyerdrawn,
she withdrew. leaving Helen to laugh
muchly at her antiQuated ideas. And
cowardly Mrs. Carberry forgot TO de-
fend her
There gradually came a rift from
that time among the select; the girls
murmurred openly because they were
not allowed to ride bicycles; they
grOaned enviously when they saw Hell
ems numerous tennis prizes. And
Louisa HOlrOyd was said to have wept
bitterly when she saw Helen riding in
a smart covert coating habit, and
caught a glimpse Of the neat tops
which Just showed below the skirt.
The elders. to QUeu the rebellion, were
stricter even than usual to their
daughters, and prided themselves more
than ever on their customs not being as
other mems.
Mrs. Carberry was at home" to the
surrounding country and town; cro-
Quet was being played on the trinity
kept lawn, archery, bowls, even Aunt
Sally in a faTaway corner, where shouts
Of unseemly laughter were smOthered
by surrounding shrubs. Everyone had
come, the day was cloudless, and Mrs.
Carberfy felt it was all a tremendous
success.
Nearly everyone had gone in to tea,
only Helen and two fiannel-clad men
were on the crOquet lawn, aimlessly
hitting the balls about They had
voted the tea room too hot TO bear.
Stupid game, isn't it," said one
Of the men, as he missed a hoop and
hit the ball away in disgust.
Yes, isn't it," said Helen, and. .
regretfully, what a lovely cricket
ground it would make. I haven't play
ed for ages-nO one does here.
ooh, lots Of the country girls dc.
Look here. I came on from a cricket
practice. I've bats and a ball stuck jim
the trees over there; let's have up