Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-03-21

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pital. He did not enter the building, but
paused irresolutely amidst the shrubbery
in the garden. The fruit trees were pink
and white with bloom, and the first flow
ers were ladening the soft evening air with
fragrance About the place there seemed
to rest holy calm that repealed him and
weakened his purpose. He no longer felt
the stimulating effects of the wine. and
with the return of sober reason his con-
science dashed him like n whip. He was
invading holy ground for an unholy pur-
pose. and he fully realized the enormity Of
his ofrense. he hesitated and trembled.
Then the silence was broken. softly,
sweetly. as o gentle. perfumed zephyr dis
turbs a dead calm. 1t was the ave
Maria" and the voice Of the singer was
as pure in tone as a silver bell. He could
not see her. but he knew the voice; it had
been ringing in his ears for days and now
its liquid sweetness thrilled him and
reused him from his irresolution Quietly
he made his way through the shruboery
and the sprouting vines and dimly saw her
i'm the dusk. seated beneath an apple tree
white with blossoms. As he .eapt to her
side the words of Gabriers salutation di5d
upon her lips. and she arose startled.
ooh. brother. is it you?' she gasped
"Alcaria-"
She gasped as She recognized his voice,
and her fair face became dsathly white.
She raised a. hand in mute appeal to him
20 stop. but he did not heed. His voice
was unsteady and he spoke rapidly. He
told her how the old love had returned
ana driven an else from his heart; how
he had struggled against IL in remem-
lrauce of his vows and how naught but
loves victory had saved him from being
mailman. Heaven, he said, would alb
solve them from vows so blindly taken.
Come. come. my love- he exclaimed,
Get us 30 quickly
She stepped back as he approached and
her white face seemed as it We're carved in
marble The look of terror that was i'm
her eyes when he began to speak had given
place 10 glance of compassion.
Father Ramon" she said. YOU are i'll;
I viii call the brothers. Holy Mother par
don him, ne does not know what he says;
it is The wound i'm his head
Manuel was dazcd Never for an in
slant had ne doubted that her love for him
was like unto his own; ID ms IeNereu I'M
aSn'tlon he had pic'uneu h5r I"S''i,s 10
his arms AT his first WORD oil 'oVe' NOW,
after his imprisoned appeal she s'oou
before him as cold and repelant as a
statue. I'm vain had been the triumphant
struggle of his love; the joys for when
he had forsakru "a holy life and perchance
damned his soul were not to be his. she
COY whom Ee had surrendered everything
hU, life looked upon him as mailman
insane from physical hurt.
He did not know that she also had pass
el through an ordeal of temptation; brief
er than his own. but one that had tried
her sorely. and thar she lad emerged as
the shining gold comes from the crucible
when the fire has burnt away the last YES
tiee of Gross-a thing of shining purity.
"Alcaria" he said. 81 have sacrificed
/ everything for YOU VIII YOU make no
sacrifice for me?" He spoke with fierce
moss.
Father Ramon" she replied. there is
! one who see sand hears all: do not say
any more. but let me take you in where
You may DE cared for
He was slowly moving backward. his
hand raised as II TO repel her should She
advance. Ills rcceding figure became
more and more iudistinct. until presently