Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-11-26

fluezees caused much Incorporate jib-
ing.
He doesn't know the river! He's a
young IDIOT" Cotter thought Of the
sleepy, treacherous, sandy stream that
cut the district, and remembered the
desert waste into which it wound be-
yond the CITY, They might be upset
in that crazy old tub-drowned-
anything. Confound it all, what am
to do?"
And, as usual in his later dilemmas,
he found no answer to the question.
ease her! Luff her! Steady
steady! Oh, l say, Mignon, isn't it
grand?"
Sher Afzul's country-built craft, a
1at-bottomed creation that it would
have been impossible to classify, wad-
died slowly down stream with the help
of breeze and current and her two
occupants, mushroom shaded under
huge sun hats, cotton clad and greatly
daring, watched the fiat roofs of Faiz-
pur slip into the shimmering distance.
slowly, slowly, as the sun climbed
above the level landscape, cultivation
and villages were thrust back by the
spreading sand, the coarse reeds and
grass, and the white eye-blinding lone
illness of the riverside desert. The
river snaked on, swift current in the
middle, and, for the rest, breadth of
sand-choked shadows, on whose shores
were sterile desolation. The sun beat
upon the sail and smell of sand and
muddy water filled the adventures
nostrils.
Immense" said Mignon, wrinkling
her face in the glare. A clean-cut chin
was all that the hat shadow left to her
companions sight "Mr. Cotter must
be feeling very sorry he didn't come.
l suppose" the hat turned towards
the white dot that made Faizpur-"I
suppose he is banking in kacheri, and
! that the glitter of spiky sunshine away
there-can't you see it, Bobby?
be the sun on bit of the court house
/ glass
awful rot, his stayin back Tell you
what, Mignon, Cotter may be beastly
clever but he is really rather an ass;
and I believe he's bit of funk, too"
Nothing of the kind" said Mignon,
sitting suddenly upright, with an alert
ness that surprised herself. TITS hor-
rid to say that, Bobby. You know
quite we'll that it's untrue"
What, Didn't you say to him yes
| terday that he was afraid to come?
heard you; and it was after that he
went off in such wax and sulked the
whole evening"
That's quite different People-la-
dies-are allowed to say things they
don't exactly mean when they are an
noyed"
Then you didn't think"
Certainly not"
"Well, girls are queer" Bobby end
| died his chin in his fist and looked
long and thoughtfully at his cousin.
Don't stare" said Mignon, rudely.
A red flush descended from the hidden
face and peeped chinwards, and her
hands fidgeted with an idle rope.
You're blushing," said the una
Dashed Bobby 'fNIy hat! is that be-
cause you remember how disgustingly
rude you were yesterday? Because,
anyway, whether you told whacker
or whether you didn't, you were, you
know Sayin' ladies are allowed to do
it don't alter the situation"
"Mr Cotter was very rude to me-"
"Told you that you ought to be
ashamed to deceive your own mother,
did he? Oh, Lord! Well, don't won
der you were mad. And from him,
too"
what do you mean by from him ?"
Mignon disregarded the question and
bounced like hawk upon chicken.
81 mean to say, fellow that's a
! funk-no, we'll. an-a-that is-oh, you
know. A chap that can't do anything
but mug up law and languages, and is
scared out of his life by a jest like this
| one"
There was moments pause, Mig
non sprang up, seized the rickety
helm, and gave vicious tug that sent
the boat sprawling across the channel
and made the sail prop itself against
the mast in protest of limp inaction.
Here, I say!" said Bobby, bewild-
cred. What are you doing?"
! Going home said Mignon in low
determining tone; going ashore. Any
where to get away from hearing you
speak another syllable against Mr.. Cot
ter l forbade you, too. Mr.. Cotter is
a man, and not a disreputable, hobble-
| dehoyish, uncouth school boy!"
Whatever faults may have been the
share of Bobby Lancaster, quick Of
Tense and bad temper were not num-
| bered among them. He flushed little