Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-06-13
va flowers Violet-and where

eagerly-"to some quiet village. oh,
there are so many on the Italian coast
that no one knows-lovely little places
we used to see them from the yacht
where we could find an inn free from
tourists: let us find a lotos land tor
ourselves alone"
Mrs. Mongorton was sitting up now,
her eyes sparkling, her cheeks glowing
at the mere anticipation OF coming de-
lights.
Then, dear. in week
"No no. Wilfred; a month at the
very earliest. must give the servants
warning. and arrange a whole lot OF
things"
"WelI. a month. Suppose we say
the twentv-second of January"
If Sir Wilfred had felt distressed
when he witnessed the change wrought
on Mrs. Mongorton by the last few
DAYS. he assuredly was corresponding
" delighted to see the magic worked
by their dream-pictures of a honey
moon to be spent in foreign lands.
Instead of going down stairs to
lunch she, making excuse OF her NIUE
illness, had a dainty meal served by
Fanchette in the cosy boudoir-mereiy
some fish, a bird, a soufiie, and great
bunch of black grapes, washed down
by the wine for which the cellar OF
the late Mr.. Mongorton was justly
famed.
When Miss Heron arrived, which
she did punctually at four o'clock, she
found the frances in the happlest OF
moods, assiduously studying Contlnen-
tai timetables and planning the route
of their prospective tour.
Obviously Mrs. Mongorton suffered
none of that awkwardness and con-
straint usually felt by bride in the
presence of her future husband S
friends. She received the elder lady
sweetly, graciously, and modestly, and
Miss Heron, though preJudiced IN ad-
vance a little, was yet obliged to con-
fess that her manner was perfect.
Wilfred, over joyed that his petition
for an early espousal had elected a re-
Spouse so favorable, could not refrain
from confiding to their visitor the
newly-made plans for an almost imme-
diate marriage.
Violet, you know, dear Miss Heron,
has no one to consult; | won't go
back to Welland court alone, and l
can't trespass on your kindness for
ever. So we mean to marry and hur-
ry off to the South somewhere. Violet
knows it best, and she will choose the
place where we shall stay till we are
tired of each other"
His glance at Violet, as he said the
last words, was eloquent of his belief
that the skies would fall ere his love
waned. And Mrs. MOngorton sat,
slim, petite figure in the tea gown OF
black silk and chiffon, worn as COM
plimentary mourning for Wilfreds UNI
Gle, playing with the bangles encir-
cling her slender wrists, and smiling
wistfully into the fire, as though long
ing for those halcyon days to dawn.
Both seemed so thoroughly en-
crossed with their own affairs, and so
unconscious that Wilfred's time might
be encroached upon by painful duty,
that Miss Heron hesitated before say
ing: But, Wilfred, 1 fear you forget
the trial-poor Dobson's trial. VIII
you not be needed there?'
Wilfreds face fell
ooh, yes; of course. l forgot that
must be over before we escape, dear
est" he said, taking Mrs. Mongorton's
hand. That sends our heaven up to
the clouds again, doesn't it, dear one?
However, we will not let anything de-
lay our marriage moment longer than
we can help. And if we are a great
deal OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
will be compensations, won't there,
dearest?"
Mrs. Mongorton assented in dull,
lifeless tone, as though she scarce
heard; and Miss Heron maryelled to
see the change moment had wrought
in her appearance All her wonderful
" attractive virginia. girlishness had
gone, and though the woman who sat
there was pretty and graceful, she
looked i'll. harassed and worn.
Scarce had Miss Heron had time to
wonder what her real age was, when,
coming out of her reverie and sudden
" recalling her strayed thoughts, she
sparkled up brightly at them both.
"Why. yes. We shall be together all
the time. And you know you haven't
courted me at all, Wilfred. Besides,
it will save me scolding, too, for what
would Fanchette have said If had
married without allowing her to choose
me a trousseau?"
The trial will probably be arrang-
ed for the middle of January, trust
not later. 1t is sad to think of the
wretched man lying there under sus-
picion of so dreadful a crime.
The hand-screen of rosy-hued feth-
ers that screened Mrs. Mongorton's
face from the blaze of the fire threw
warm reflection on her features.
Poor. poor fellow" she murmured
svmpatheticaIly. Il often think Of
him. can't believe he did it. l won
der-ah. what is it? Why do you
creep about like that?'
Mrs. Mongorton's meditation on
Dobsons station had abruptly ended
when she discovered that Raleigh, who
had noiselessly entered the room, was
standing at her elbow with tea tray.
Five minutes later she was laughing
at her absurd alarm, as she poured out
tea for her guests.
"One thing l shall be glad to leave
this house for, and that Is 10 nave al
excuse for dismissing Raleigh.
His appearance is good and he
seems to be an excellent servant" said
Miss Heron.
yes. That's just it," laughed Mrs.
Mongorton, little nervously, Miss
Heron thought. che is too perfect. He
goes about so quietly that never feel
certain whether he is in the room or
not. | have wished for a reason TO
give him warning, and this will do cap
italy"
"If YOU should desire to keep any
-. Ia, knnw there is