The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1900-03-10

but she had never grudged It, or even
thought Of It as sacrifice.
But tonight her thoughts were with
the living rather than the dead. She
remembered Madame Fayarts saying
that Mamma had second sight where
Angelo was concerned-that some In
stlnct warned her when anything was
going to happen to the child" And
now with a sinking heart she recalled
the girls languid step and the tired
look in her eyes that afternoon.
"she is slckening with a fever-I feel
sure of it." said Mamma to herself.
THAT vulgar woman saw the look Of
illness in her face that I was too abb
sorbed in my own thoughts to notice"
Mammals forebodlngs were realized.
Again the old house, which had seen so
much true happiness, so much real
sorrow, was darkened by care and
trouble. Angelo crept back to life. but
so family. so feebly, that the doctor
shook his head, and spoke seriously to
her mother.
HE says she must be taken quite
away from this climate, and her mind
diverted by new sights" said Madame
Favart, passing her hand across her
forehead with weary gesture, land, II
that is done. her health may become
quite re-established, and she has a
chance Of developing into a healthy
woman. But, oh, Mamma! where is
the money to come from?"
"Yes-where? where?" cried Nam
M, speaking as one In a dream,
She went away into her own room.
Through the open window-for the au-
tunn air was mlld-she heard the IA
miliar sounds of the street; the quick,
cheerful pealing OF the cathedral bell.
the beating OF drum telling Of an
auction in the nelghborhood. the cry Of
the passing kEife-grInder. the voices OF
children playing Down in the mead
ow" on the pavement; but all sounded
harsh and discordant to her car.
Am not to be allowed to have even
that?" she exclaimed aloud. The house
seemed to stife her, and she went out
into the street. her steps turning to-
wards the cemetery where her son lay
at rest.
An old, old cemetery IT was, over
crowded like some populous quarter of
city Of the living; hoary and unbeau-
tIfu!, The crumblIng tombs were dis
colored by time and weather and coal
smoke. Mammals feet slipped upon the
damp ground as she traversed the mar
row pathways. 1t was the ugllness of
this place OF death which had made her
long to take her son away and cover
him with green turf, with flowers at
his head and feet, and waving boughs
above. She felt again the sama sick
shudder of repulsion that had so often
shaken her as she stood before the
marble shell which held his dust.
She laid her cheek against the wea-
ther-stained stone. and her hand ca
ressed 1t with mothers touch Of ten
derness. "Ah, Max, MAXI she whis-
pered, through her tears, you will for
give me. Up there, you know how 1t Is
in life; you understand, and you will
forgive"
Long she stood there. and a clearer
vision came to her. she saw that her
poor little dream might after Hll be.
come selfish one; and tho two loves
that had been warning in her heart
were reconclled.
AS she turned away from.the grave
yard, the sunset was spreading wonder
full, wild wings Of light above the trees
of the Square, and the air seemed full
of dust of gold. And serene sense Of
peace was in the mothers heart.