Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-07-15
BY EDITH STEWART DREWRY,
think So" said wicked Clare, coming

Ola Sne. Excuse me, MT. ErlSLOn
shall see you again presently"
! She moved away, rustling her silks.
and Wilfred breathed more freely.
| Then others came up to gladly well
| come him, men and women, and for
some little time he and Mrs. Savile held
something very like perfect court
about them. Certainly Wilfred was
| the centre of attraction in the room
After awhile the guests, some five-and-
twenty in all, began to circulate, and
| there was q buzz of tongues, among
| which the New Workers. nasal sing
was not one, be sure, to hide her light
under bushel.
Not getting tired yet, hope, WHIP"
said Bernard, affectionately, passing
| by his brothers chair Miss Faber was
seated by it now. Glare, few pacee
away, was chatting with small group
Not yet, thanks, old fellow" Will
| fred answered smiling. Il am flirting
with Miss Faber, you see, and she is
| ''Awfully good of her to take pity
on such scamp" laughed Mowbray
| Miss Faber, set him down. He's get
/ ting too cheeky again for anything"
"Oh, I'll turn him over to Mrs. Savile
| if he gets unmanageable," said Eve
| line, archly. when is the bird bust
ness to come off, Mr.. Mowbray?"
Flo is just now asking Mrs D. to
start the show" said Wilfred, dryly.
How can you tell? They're right
across the ROOM said Bernard.
81 see Mrs. Dexter's face, my SON."
Lady Floras clear treble, addressing
the company in general, now SPOKE:
Mrs. Dexter will now kindly give
us her ingenious Mocking-bra enter
| tainment. Shall we all seat ourselves
at this end" moving up, land leave the
other in Mrs. Dexter's possession"
Certainly, certainly" from Now
bray and Maurice, and they and others
brought the chairs and othe- seats,
ranging them by tacit consent, as it
were, in semi-circle that had Erles-
tons chair at one extremity.
Don't you move, Miss Faber," said
Clare, coming back to her charge di-
reotly Lady Flora spoke. This is my
usual place, you know" seating her.
self at Wilfred's feet in the chair, and
his eyes glanced down with a content
ed smile in them.
Aurelia Dexter, meanwhile, rad TAX
en- up her position at the other end Of
the immense apartment, and fully
aware that her fine figure was her on
superb if rather too plainly artificial
pose Then her lips moved, and the
whistling note of the familiar canary
was heard-subdued at first, then ris-
ing to its highest, shrillest power, as
the yellow captive sings when striving
to ou5rival music or another feathered
songster. Its trill and rushes over the
scale were given with such fidelity that
a veritable canary itself might have
I been piercing the ears with its shrill
song-a trifle too much to be borne
long, certainly by Wilfred; and watch
full Clare, leaning towards him, wills
pered softly:
Would he like to go outside on the
terrace?"
Il must if that shrill noise goes on"
he answered back, with quick, irri-
tated movement of the hand to his
head for a second
Mrs. Dexter saw both Clare's move
ment and his, and, fearful Of losing
the listener she. for some reason, most
desired to retain, at once dropped the
mitation-cerrainIy IN exact one
and the burst of applause that followed
was good food for her vanity, but
languid "Bravo!" of politeness was all
she got from Erleston.
Then followed a variety of birds
more or less familiar, and well initiated
where the notes did NOT require the aid
of voice markedly. The distinctive
song birds, indeed-the nightingale,
thrush, blackbird, &c-were conspicu-
Gus by their absence.
"She hasn't a note of music in her,"
Wilfred whispered. She can whistle,
that's all, and then the real birds do it
twice as we'll"
"She AYERS that she does it without
any artificial aid" observed Miss Faber
in low tone, as the notes Of the blue
bird and several other American birds
were successfully given.
Yves, she is supposed to do So"
You think she has some whistle in
her MOUTH"
well, I suspect so. She has swept
that kerchief in her hand over her
mouth two or three times"
Mrs. Dexter's entertainment presently
concluded with an attempt at the
cuckoo. which made wicked Erlston
say in a dry aside to Clare: Its an
American cuckoo; got the twang, poor
thing!" And the noisy quarrelling of
lot of sparrows settling to roost,