Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1898-06-26

she gently lifted her head at this last
question and looked her mother full in
the face And the strange thing about
it was that Mrs. Kerr blushed and
avoided her daughters gae.
But the desirable tombstone himself
came to che rescue entering the sitting
room just when his advocate was won
dering what she should do or say next
tombstone was very well dressed, in
cord riding leggings. He looked his
best in that everyday attire in which
he was accustomed to ride over to the
doctors. To-day he meant business,
evidently, and the unpleasant expression
of his eye was none the less pronounced
on that account.
Alice in a very businesslike fashion
rose and surprised both her mother and
her sutton by proposing to stroll with him
until supper time.
You are going to stay to supper, ]
hope Mr.. Johnstone?" she said very po-
litely, if not cordially.
When the were together, plucking open
air chrysanthemums and other flowers in
the doctors front garden, the young far
mer said to her: Alice, l can't wait any
longer. You have kept me on tender
hooks for too many months"
Very WELL" said Alice, quietly ''Would
you like a yellow chrysanthemum for
your buttonhole, or a white?"
Either will do, if you give it to me-"
"Then it shall be yellow. Let us walk
out along the street. don't think it's
cold enough for me to wear a wrap, do
you?"
II don't know. 1t seems warmth we
don't stay out after sunset. Are you
going to give me that answer"
well, promise me one thing
Anything"
whatever answer I give you, you
won't say anything about it to mamma or
papa to-day"
'"That's funny idea, isn't it?'
.'You said. Anything "
Every well, then
AS they walked along the suburban
street that went by the doctors front
gate, tombstone thought to profitably
employ the time by picturing the bliss
of married life on well-appointed farm.
At last he said, Give me your an
swer, Alice. Will you have me?'
Alice, for the fiftieth time, was re-
PEELED by the expression of this sutton S
eye.
II don't know" she said obviously.
Lets get out of this street into the back
lane the little road
but you will give me your answer be-
fore we turn back, won't you?'
'Oh, yes. Look over there. The sun
is beginning to set. Do you understand
weather signs? I want to know if that
means fine weather tomorrow"
Il believe it means clear, dry weather.
Il wish l was a prophet" Alice re-
marked, after walking on some distance
in silence
Weather prophet"
ANY kind of prophet. Just look how
yellow those trees are turning in the
drought
They had reached the great clump on
the back lane
Can you foretell the weather by look
ing at a rose tree?' tombstone asked her.
as she began carefully scrutinizing the
bark of one particular tree. She was
gently passing her fingers down the trunk
of the tree and did not answer him for
some moments. At last she gave little
sudden cry.
'Ah. Yes. I can tell a good deal
from the bark of this tree" she answered
Il can give you your answer now, Mr..
Johnstone-once and for all-No, no. no,
three times and forever"
tombstone was too angry then to think
about what 1t was the girl had found in
the bark of the tree. He walked beside
her back to the house in silence. Then
he called for his horse and rode home
wouldn't Mr.. tombstone stay to sup
per, Alice?" Mrs. Kerr, asked in some as
Constituent.
mo, Mamma said Alice.
Look here, Miss" said her father