Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1898-10-09


What is 1t, then? Do speak out,
Kate Harley. and not keep a poor girl
| in suspense"
Because. Sylvia. feared he was
falling into the grooves of habitual
drinking" Miss Harley answered, with
an evident effort. Because ] have a
horror too great to be described of such
a bondage"
"And was that all?"
THAT was ALL
ately, 81 think you are the greatest fool
ever knew In my life. All men drink.
You yourself would despise one who
him as ninny.'
ION the contrary, I should respect
him beyond expression"
MY brother-in-law always has wine
on the table," went on Sylvia, impetu-
ousiy. I'VE invariably have champagne
at our little evening gatherings, and /
challenge you to have better man or
kinder husband than Edmund Az
cry"
1T is possible. said Kate. ''but in
that case he is the exception, and not
the rule. have seen too many cases
of young men being led to ruin by the
glass offered in open-handed hospital
ity, the decanter ever at hand, to ap-
prove of wine always on the table,
you are as old-fa shioned as Methu-
saleh's eldest daughter in your doc
trines," retorted Sylvia, half laughing.
half vexed. II, for my part, should
think no more of finding fault with
Hervey Morrison because he takes an
occasional glass Of wine, than because
his mustache is black instead Of
brown"
Kate smiled rather sadly.
That is your affair, and not mine"
said she. Il am not willing to risk it."
And Sylvia Denton went home and
raised general laugh at the dinner
table of her pretty, blooming sister at
the ridiculous Quixotism of * herine
Harley.
She'll not get another offer like
Basil Hartford" said Mrs. Avery. But
Kate always had a streak of eccentric
ity about her"
"She had better go into a convent
at once and be done with" said Ed
mund Avery, contempestuously NO
Charley. old boy" Ito his eldest son.
fine lad of fourteen), zone glass of
claret is enough for a slip like you
AS | was saying, I've no liberation for
such extremists. I hope. Sylvia. you
don't intend to follow your friends ex-
ample"
az? No, indeed" cried Sylvia, with
=. loss of her pretty head. 81 am will
M, to satisfy myself with an ordinary
man. possessed Of mans feelings. I
cont expect to discover perfection.
neither do believe in finding fault with
:rifles."
It was scarcely a week after this do
nestle discussion that Charley Avery
came to his mother and accosted her in
a mysterious whisper
Mamma, Bill Stickney is coming up
from Pleasantvale to spend the day in
New York. l should like a holiday to
show him around town. We used to be
seat-mates at old Midd!eton's school"
Very well, DEAR" said tie indulgent
mother, "I'll send a note of excuse to
DR.. Lessonwell."
"And, mamma, can I take him to
Barnotelli's for lunch? It's so much
more jolly than coming home, you
know Just for once, mamma, dear
and I'll tell old Barnotelli to charge
it to your bill"
Eyes, if you like, said Mrs. Avery,
secretly proud of Master Charleys'
spirit and enterprise.
The same day Miss Denton, no had
been shopping for new blue ( party
dress, CHANGED to encounter l>ate Har-
ley just opposite the plate-glass door
and decorated windows Of Barnotelli' s
fashionable restaurant.
Dear Kate. do come in with me, "
said Sylvia, laying her perfectly kid
ded hand on Hates arm. I'm dying for
a cup of chocolate and an oyster stew.
Come in, and, I'll show you a sample OF
the sweet shade Of blue I've been buy
ing, and ask your advice about how TO
have the corsage cut.
Here's a nice secluded little table, =
said Sylvia as they entered the restau-
rant, pointing to enc surrou- ced by a
semi-circular velvet sofa, an luxuri-
ously seating herself. Dear me, what
nasty crew is that opposite? Why,
good gracious-it's our Charley"
Charley Avery it was, seated with a
boy of about his own age at table
diagonally opposite, loaded with all of
the dainties in and out of season which
Dartmouth uti bOuIu supply. n
waiter stood grinning opposite, and M.
Barnotelli himself was evidently re-
monstrating with his young customers.
But Monsieur Charles has Of enough
already he said. ''Look-one-two
bottles of de Veuve Cliquot are enough
for two boys. Monsieur, your papa,
would make of the great objection.
could he know. Be satisfied, Monsieur
Charles
Now, lock here, Barnotelli, that's all
fudge" said Charlie Avery, whose
thick voice and flushed cheeks denoted
that the little Frenchman was right
in his deductions. Give us another
bottle, and look sharp about It! Just
as If l was a country prig unusued to
wine! Why, we have 1t on oCr table
every day"
Barnotelli shook his head.
Il should be pleased much to oblige,"
said he, but NJ Charles has had too
much already. Take the word OF an
old campaigner that one more bottle
would make you wh"- you call--drunk,
NJ Charles"
"Ycu are an old fool" said Charles,
starting up-but the very motion be-
trayed that he was unsteady on his
p-egs. ''If want champagne, III have
it! And
.sMOnsiet wh{cnored Tho Eranch