Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-12-31
YOUNG MRS. MONETTE;
OR,
DIANA OF THE TOWER.
BY Jeannette H. waIworth, Author O "DeadM Man shoeso Marhet
sealv "without Blemsh" THAT Girl From Texas,
A old F o ey" Etc, Etc.
Copyright, 1909, by Jea nnette II waIworth.

Y 6hOtASk AZ oahu, NdS0At thoS
sounded so pitiful was that she guessed
there was all sorts of hunger in the
world"
Doubtless. Some people hunger for
bread. Others for plum pudding"
Il don't think she meant bread, or
plum pudding. either. 1 think she
meant kindness, sympathy, affection"
"Oh, by Jove, it's plain the girl has
struck your emotional vein. Wa she
very handsome?"
"No-a-erbut she ought to have
been"
Every woman ought to be. She
owes it to the world TO be. An ugly
is a blot upon civilization. If
she ought to have been why wasn't
she?"
Because her lovely hair looked as if
she never had time to care for it prop
| erly. And her eyes burned in such hol-
low, worn cheeks. And the corners OF
her mouth had those hard, bitter down
ward curves come into lonely, sad
lives
There was such a sweetly serious ex-
preston in her own lovely eyes that
the moeking words died on her hus-
bands lips. She went on impetuous-
ly:
"Willie. you and | have never known
a moment of hardship. Your father
left you money and mine left me more
than plenty. We think we have n
our entire duty by the poor when we
contribute literally to the different
charities. We don't do anything for
their individual happiness"
Yes, but, my darling, what in the
deuce do you want me to do? Go
down into the slums myself and smoke
with the gentlemen toughs, by way of
exalting them socially"
Nov you are talking like the dear,
delightful old goose you are. | don't
want you to do anything at all; l just
want you to let me alone. That is, l
want you not to complain of my keep
ing that little child for the few days
that it will take you to find the moth
er. Such a pitifully young child
mother as she was!"
"Take me to find herr"
"Yes, you can put a detective to
work. He can find her readily
enough"
How am I to describe herr"
"As a girl certainly lot over 16
years old, with a clear, pallid complex
ion and a small, straight nose, with i'm
mense sad gray eyes, shaded by I'M
usually long dark lashes, with a perfect
mass of reddish-brown hair, inclined
to curl about the temples"
You saw lots in the few moments
of your interview. Sounds like a novel
heroine description"
Mrs. Desbrow laughed.
1T doesn't take a woman long to see
the good points in another woman's
face. / told you she ought to have
been beautiful"
Then the horses came to a stop and
Mrs. Desbrow descended with His
Lordship under her arm and Brisbane
followed with the basket and the baby.
His eyes rested with amazement up
on the new incumbent for the fraction
of a second. Then he lifted the basket
and followed his master and mistress
up the %brownstone steps as if little
surprises of that sort were a part of
the daily existence of every groom who
served in the best circles.
In spite of his accurate description
and the offer of a very liberal reward,
Mr.. Desbrow's detective failed to pro-
duce the mother Of the baby who was
living through the days in the sunlit
nursery upstairs, placidly Indifferent to
what the morrow might bring forth.
Mr.. Desbrow was waxing quite con-
temptuous of the detectives ability to
detect and the detective was waxing
wroth with the red-haired girl who
was keeping him out of his reward so
successfully. The baby that had given
all this trouble involuntarily was