Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-12-17

ping at the side Of the carriage. She
leaned heavily against the polished
door and lifted her sad eyes to the
smiling face of the lady.
Mrs. Desbrow shrank back slightly.
One does not care to come in too close
contact with the unhappy when one is
feeling in particularly good humor
with the world.
Involuntarily she felt under her seal
skin cape for her purse. Then she re-
membered she had handed it to her
husband to hold while she was tying
the blue ribbon around His Lordship's
neck. She leaned toward the girl with
compassionate smile.
"My poor girl, I'm so sorry haven't
my purse with me. If you will wait a
| minute"
She met with a fierce rebuff.
81 am not beggar. l don't want
any money"
ooh, you don't?"
"That is, don't just want dime, or
quarter or a nickel to buy loaf of
bread. I'm not hungry"
ooh, you're not?"
mot hungry that sort of way. I'm
just miserable. There's all sorts of
hunger in the world, guess"
ooh, there are? How dreadful
Mrs. Wilson Ward Desbrow had new
er before been brought into such close
contact with wretchedness. The words
with which to converse in the language
of poverty were as a foreign tongue to
her.
She gave freely to the poor. She was
a cheerful giver. She was especially
inclined that morning to be good to
everybody. But how could she meet
beggar who defiantly denied her
beggary! How could she feed a girl
who denied hunger? 1t was really a
trying situation.
She wished the girl would take her
great melancholy eyes and tousled red
hair away. Such pretty eyes as they
would be in happier face and such
possibilities as that hair might develop
under the brush!
While she was thinking this Maggie
was examining His Lordships silken
nest with strangely eager inspec-
ton. The silence was getting oppres-
sive. Mrs. Desbrow returned to her
one source of comfort.
"If you will wait until my husband
comes out-he has my purse"
The girl interrupted her quite rudely.
That's for your dog, amt it,"
Eyes"
Looks nice enough for baby's
CRADLE
His Lordship is as nice as babies. :"
81 mean a rich baby. Some babies
have soap boxes and flannel petticoats
for their cradles. I know one that
has"
"Oh, no."
eyes, do. Isuppose your dog never
was hungry"
mo, indeed"
Nor cold?"
81 should hope not"
Nobody ever struck it lick in its
lie, did they?"
Il should think not. No one would
dare strike my dog"
Sometimes humans have worse
times in this world than brutes."
Mrs. Desbrow frowned and shrank
farther away from the sad eyes of the
girl leaning against the side of her car
riage. Nothing would be easier than
to order the fat coacaglan to sond this
thin girl ebout her business. The
coachman, as seen from the rear, was
an inanimate mass of sable fur cape
and beaver hat. He might have been
black bear alternating for all the ac-
tivity he showed when the prize horses
were not in motion, but under his mis-
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tress' more costly furs heat a heart all
womanly tenderness, and she did not
want the girl sent away empty handed
Surely that auctioning of of the
three Gordon settlers could not last
very much longer and when willie"
brought her purse she should give this
poor girl five dollar bill and send
her away happy. She wished every
body could be happy. She was sure
she didn't see why they couldn't be-
She wished she knew exactly how poo
| pie talked to people like this.
The thin girl opened be- mouth
again to say;