Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-01-07

But Mrs. warren naQ p01Q uer thai
she was too young and too handsome
to live on alone In the Farindale house.
And what was she to do? Where was
she to go? East? The east meant
| New York City to her. She had never
| lived anywhere else until her God-sent
friends had brought her with them to
| Colorado. 1t was like exchanging
+, hades for heaven. The n place stood
for toll, terror, wretchedness, poverty;
the other peace, plenty, respect, affec-
| ton. In her short life she seemed to
have lived in two entirely distinct
worlds.
She was passionately attached to her
| Colorado home. She had been loyalty
devoted to those who had gone out OF
it. Why should she be driven into ex-
lie because they had left it for a better
world? Until she died, too, she could
never find a better spot.
She walked back into the house after
her friend was no longer visible on the
road and seated herself at her sewing
machine. She had formed habits of
perpetual activity under Mrs. Farm
dale's tuition. She had learned of her,
| also, to be exquisitely neat in person.
She was a pleasant object to look
upon that afternoon as she sat near the
! open window by which she had planted
her machine in order to get the latest
rays of the sun
She got them full upon her bent head
! and they sent a simmer of gold among
the coils of her shining reddish-brown
black serge dress terminated in a soft
crush collar of black silk that made
| her transparent skin look even more
! delicately clear than usual. Her brows
were fine and straight and the eyes
that followed the swift motions of her
machine were large and gray, not de-
void of a certain sadness, in spite OF
the fact that she was, without ques-
| ton, the richest and handsomest wom-
an within a radius of twenty miles
around Farindale's Gulch.
The opening of her front gate caused
her to look up with a start. Life
moved SO systematically and monoton-
ously in her domain that she could
locate Jimmy McNab and his wife at
any particular juncture. At that hour
he was sure to be in the COW pen and
| she getting supper. That was the rea-
| son that the click of her front gate
latch in the late afternoon was start
ling. The gate had just swung to be-
hind the figure of a very tall man, a
| complete stranger to her. He was
| striding toward the house at a pace
which sent the broad brim of his soft
felt hat flying upward and backward
from his face. "a face full of anxiety
the woman at the window decided at
a first glance.
The conventIcnalities drop away from
| one easily and naturally when n gets
close to the heart of nature. as they
must among her mighty canyons and in
the amplitude Of her western plains,
and the woman left her machine to
| meet her visitor with quick sympathy.
For her, however, the conventional
a. - -a-z. z~;a41J Oh hoI c%onnaI
straight from that other life OF perjury
and misery into the quiet blessedness
of her later y~ears-blessed ever when
| she filled a meniai's place in the house,
hold. But that episode was already
relegated to the past that need not
be brought up"
Outside the fence stood a covered
%wagonette. She felt intuitively that the
anxious-faced man coming up her front
walk was seeking shelter for some dear
one not able to proceed farther in the
waning light. The mistress Of the
house stood in its open doorway by the
time he had mounted the short flight
of steps leading to it.
He dotted his hat courteously. That
ne allowed a lively surprise to show
in his eyes was due, perhaps, to his
having been misinformed at his last
stopping place.
"You can git as far as old Mrs. Far
indale's tonight. no further" he had
been told. And he was looking for
"old Mrs. Farindale."
This slender black-robed figure, with
! its graceful head and lovely eyes, was
| certainly not "old Mrs" anybody.
81 am not speaking to Mrs. Farm
dale?" he said.
mo. There is no Mrs. Farindale. I
am Mrs. Monette. You have some n
out there in the wagon? An invalid, of
| course?"
Eyes, a~sister. Poor girl, scarcely
able to go further tonight"
Mrs. Monette nodded pleasantly.
There's no need she should. 1
guess you came from Bob Buffers this
morning."
1--WE did"
"It's just about a days drive. We've