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

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for ! second, and then stood still Y
take III the whole peaceful picture q
which that handsome young woman
wa ! component part.
The house faced toward the west
the morning sun rose in its rear and
was now embracing the low red rool
the whitewashed fence, the clamberine
gourd vines and the trim vegetable
garden behind in q glorious Hood OF
SsrhSn light
drs. Monette saw him coming ano
dropped the cornet against the side o.
her black dress. She was not a tai
woman. but her active life in that pure
mountain air had given her a Singh
larly erect and graceful carriage. Hel
complexion was tinged with the softes'
rose tints and her eyes had that pecu-
liar clearness which goes with non
usage by any artificial light.
Mildred saw him, too, n coming
out stood side by side with her new
friend awaiting him. She looked llke
sor1e fragile white flower towering by
her little hostess. A refined, lily-like
girl with the tenderest, sweetest dispo-
sition and a spirit already nearer to
God than mortal flesh could conceive
of. She advanced as far as the gate
to meet her brother. He kissed hel
tenderly on the brow. Harriet stood
still locking at them with a strange
tinge of aloofness from them.
They're not my sort. They've been
a lady and gentleman always. Ii II
wasn't for the money I couldn't come
near them. l know it better than they
do"
The thoughts of the money fortified
her. Hadn't she often and often heard
folks say, way back in the other life
which she hated even to recall, that
with money you could do anything-be
anything-have everything? The
thought gave her back her serenity
She nodded as her guests reached the
steps.
IT guess you are both ready enough
for a bite. I'll order breakfast in"
1t was totally unreasonable, but the
brother and sister followed her into
the breakfast room with a sense Of anti
climax. A moment before. as she
stood upon the doorsteps, sending those
tender strains heavenward from the
old cornet, with the morning sun glis-
tening upon the glossy crown of her
beautiful hair, they had idealized her
in the most unreasonable manner Mil
dred had compared her TO 'The Grim
son Trumpeter" OF an old master and
Fielding had been casting about for
some equally exalted comparison. 1t
really seemed unkind Of her to pro-
ject suggestions of greasy meat and
steaming coffee into their vaulting
fancies. Notwithstanding which they
followed her lead and Fielding for
once did ample justice to Mrs. McNab's
efforts to get up "a company break
fast"
AS they sat at table Jimmy McNab
drove to the front gate in a yellow
wheeled blackboard, to which were har-
messed a pair of well-groomed, some
what fractions four-year-olds.
Mrs. Monette smiled across the tea
cups at Fielding.
TITS my practice to drive around the
place every morning after breakfast.
! see my man has brought the buck
board around. Perhaps you would
like to handle the reins?"
1t was a direct challenge. Fielding
looked at his sister for advice. He was
in the habit of letting her settle all
minor matters in their journeyings.
She did it now.
II don't suppose it will take you
long"-this with an inquiring look at
their hostess.
mot all week." said Harriet mod
estly.
$50 If you insist upon going on to-
day I shall be ready when you get
back"
Jimmie says one of your mares is
pretty badly blown" said their hos
tess. I'D like you to spend one more
day if you could stand it,"
Stand it! 1t is perfectly lovely
here" said Miss Fielding enthusiastic
calffgy..
Fielding replied more ~guardedly that
Mrs. Monette was very kind" and
then, as there seemed to be no way of
getting out of it creditably, he pre-
pared to drive her about her own do
main.
Il always wanted to see a cattle
ranch" he said, as he sprang nimbly
into the blackboard and took the
reins from Jimmie McNab, land l am