Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-12-30

little quavers, and when she began
again she had changed her tune:
Kitty ely has heart
Warm a cU,s of tea
Big as any sweet potato
| Down in Tennessee"
| She sang so loud that she did not
hear the gate slam nor the knock at
the door, so the gentleman outside
had a good look at her as she perched
there in the tiamc-colored negligse
with its foamy ruffies, and her blonde
hair waved fluffy above her brow.
One little foot was on a step OF the
ladder, but the other swung over the
side and kept a sort of pendulum
time to the song she sang The one
at rest was decorously clad in hose
and slipper, hut this other wilful va
grant was covered only with its stock
ing, having kicked off the scarlet
slipper in its efforts to keep up with
the changes of tune and time. The
dropped slipper lay on the carpet at
the foot of the ladder. On the whole
she made a perfectly fascinating pic
ture, and the man outside did not
scruple to look his fill, fer the door
was wide open and the bookcase not
dozen feet away across the hall.
Can she make cherry pie Billy-boy
Bllly-boy?"
She was beginning again, putting
in an extra trill for pure wantonness
of sound; and so he piled the knock
er once more, this time with his mus
Gle in evidence. She heard and turn
ed, and the notes died instantly and a
look of horror came into her face.
Then with an agile leap she reached
the floor and sped UP the stairs like
ar exercised spirit of song, leaving
the man staring after her in disap-
pointed surprise. A minute later a
servant came down the hall and on
the silver tray the man laid a card
bearing the name Perry Rainier"
is Miss Ewing at home?"
Walk in and l will see, sir
He waited impatiently, anxious 20
see how Miss Ewing would compoYt
herself after the ladder episode; but
the servant, returning, said:
Not in, sir"
For a moment he was conscious OF
a keen appointment. then smiled
pleasantly under his mustache. telling
himself that confused modosty held
her back. What girl of right feeling
would care to face an entire stranger
Immediately after such an undignified
exhibition of her powers as a SprinteT?
But he had his small revenge, for,
following the maid to the door. he
stopped and surreptitiously picking I'D
the little red slipper thrust it into his
| pocket.
He was on his way to the west on
matter of vital Importance for one
OF his clients and he had stopped off
for a day at this little Tennessee city
to meet Helen Ewing. Bob Bradley
had arranged it, for it had long been
Bob's pet scheme to make a match
between Rainer and his cousin Helen.
| ut is just the time for you to meet
her-Spring of the year, roses on the
verandah, birds singing skies blue,
and you coming and going like a
| knight of old. Oh, you'll fall dead in
love with each other" So Bob had his
way.
After his call Rainier returned to his
| hotel and waited for circumstances to
| shape his course. He had never felt
any special interest in Helen before.
| despite Bob's eulogiums; but a merry
AANSi STN SAAA AAhO IlAab SOAOCA hChuCd
acrobat ought to be worth knowing.
| An hour later ne received a note
/ Dear Mr.. Rained-I am sorry to
have missed you this afternoon Your
! visit was great surprise. Unfortu-
nately l am engaged for a dinner. but
some Of our young bachelors are Civ
| ing a dance afterwards at the club
| house. Be sure and come; I shall save
| you several dances. Sincerely yours,
| "HkLEN EWING"
| With the note was a card to the
| dance, so Rainier went. But he looked
in vain for the blonde girl who had
made such an Offering Of song to the
lamented Shakespeare. Instead there
| came to meet him tall, dark girl
| with a rather expressionless face She
asked many questions of Bob, made
| polite inquiry as to his journey west.
danced with him and introduced him
to several pretty girls. On the whole
the evening passed very pleasantly
though Rainier felt none of the heart
STRINGS that Bob had foretold. Just
before parting he asked casually:
What young lady in your house,
Miss Ewing, sings popular songs with
the abandon of professional"
| II really do not know. The house