Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-07-15
where he did nov. staring with dry eyes
at the flaming logs. He had stayed
here m~otionless for hours. he remem-


at the flaming logs. He had stayed
here motionless for hours. he remem-
bered. when the door opened and some
one stole in to lay a tiny, sleeping
creature in his arms. 1t was Rachel,
the little daughter for whom they had
longed so eagerly. He did not move.
He sat gazing at the small. waxen face
and the pink fingers. They looked like
the crumpled petals of a chrysanthe-
mum he had carried home that morn
ing to put beside his wife's bed. Some
one returned to carry away the baby
when it opened its eyes and walled
family, but its soft dress was stained
with tears.
John Youmans could lever forget
those lonely. silent hours. His hve
manly boys were the very pride Of his
heart. but Rachel held a sacred inner
most corner Of that heart quite differ
ent from the love he gave his 4 He
rose hastily and walked to the win
dew. Vita 500, 600 ne could carry out
a score of plans he had often longed
to fill for his chiliren's sake. He had
constantly to curb the boys. tastes and
wants, for already he spent every dol
lar of his income, and Rachel-on Ra-
chel he would have lavisaed the wealth
of a kingdom as recklessly as if it had
been the love of his heart. One hun
bred thousand dollars would secure
more than present comfort for MS
children. Besides, it WOULD aid him;
he was an ambitious man, and every
day If his life he felt the thwarting
need of money.
AS he gazed down on the wide,
shady thoroughfare below, a smile
suddenly lit his face. He was watch
ing a small, wafte-froeked ngure on
the opposite corner. 1t was Rachel.
The child was frolick.ng with her dog.
She clasped one hand about a cherish
ed calico cat, with the other she aeld
her nurses hand. The yellow curls
were blowing about her face and a
White muslin hat hung by its strings
down her back. The dog yelped and
leaped about her. D.mpsey sns6ched
the calico dog in his mouth and was
gnawing it playfully. Its sawdust in
terror was trucking in a yellow stream
on the dusty street. The nurse was
! trying to tear the stuffed creature
from the Swapping tech. She had al
most succeeded when Dimpsey seized
it again and scampered across the
street, with Rachel at his heels.
The Senator heard a shout as from a
score of throats, then the loud clang
| of a bell. There was a mist before his
eyes as he stumbled from the room.
! Like a horrible vision he had seen The
rush of a trolley car and in front of it
a tiny, wthbte figure with sunny curls.
He felt as if ne were creeping down the
! stairs. There rang constantly in his
ears that excited shout and the terri
flying clamor Of the bell. His limbs
seemed to have grown n~erveless.
The car stood mctioniess and there
was a crowd about IL. He reached
she group of men and women and
pushed his way through them. He did
not dare to look on the grouhd be-
tween the cleaning steel rails. In one
breathless moment ne had seen shreds
of a white muslin hat beside the cruel
wheels. Some one touched him on
the shoulder and a mar laid Rachel
in his arms He could feel her heart
beating against his own. He was look
ing down into the child's own brown
eyes. They were wet with tears. but
she was gazing steadfastly into his
face
Papa, papa" she sobbed. where's
Dimpsey?"
Darling, | don't know where Dimp-
sey is he whispered. "All know is
that you are here-you are safe in my
arms"
She laid her soft, rosy cheek against
his and her eurls blew across his eyes
Who saved her?" he asked hoarsely
The conductor of the car came to
him. He held the arm OF an unkept-
looking man, who stood lingering the
brim OF a weather beaten hat nervous
ly. He felt the eyes Of a street crowd
upon him. The senator took a rough