Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-07-08

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ed OF. Mrs. Sayile wheeled the garden
chair around to the middle window.
fetched a couple of books, and then
she and Erleston were soon off. at
tended, as usual, by the two canine
pets. the gigantic jaeger hound and the
little Scotch terrier, who both career
ed around IN wild delight as Glare
pushed the light carriage through the
grounds westward, and so got out soon
into the park beyond
She had her own scheme in her
movements to-day, which Wilfred no
more dreamt of than did Scamp or
Kaiser.
"You are going on-on, Clare, so far
into the woods, Erleston said. pre-
sently, that you will be tired"
Tired! Is not woman all but tire
less when the good or happiness of the
man she loves-and that man, too,
helpless, dependent on hers con-
cerned.
Are you tired of those glorious
trees and chequered glades and song
of birds?" she asked, smIing down on
his upturned face as he leant back to
look up.
Il? Oh, no. With you and those
am, so far, more than content" he an
swered. "But you must be physically
tired?"
81 am not, indeed; but if the idea frets
you, well"-she stopped the carriage
and came to its side-"we'll rest here
awhile, and you shall have your prom
ised walk"
when you have rested, Glare. Sit
down.
But she only smiled and stretched out
her hands to him to come
Come to me. am waiting for you.
How beautiful and picturesque she
looked, and so perfectly unconscious of
the fact, too. He was very conscious
OF it.
you wilful WITCH" he said, but
clasped her hands tightly, then rose
from the carriage and took Clare's arm,
tall, erect, graceful in all his rich man.
hoods beauty as he stood for moment,
oh he said, with a deep. long
breath, "even this is welcome-delic-
ious! Only to move my limbs, walk
little, it is something"
For one second the woman was too
stirred to answer as they moved for
wards, then she said:
at is more than that even. 1t shows
such wonderful gain towards full re-
covery in these few weeks have known
you.'
1T is your doing, then, Clare. Faber
says himself it is you now more than
he-that is, the physician"
And Time" said she, shaking her
head. mot l SO much as time Do you
see that giant elm? You may walk to
that and back; no fur sher to-day lest
you get tired"
And Wilfred pleaded In vain for any
extension Of liberty.
1--WE must not run the slightest risk.
you know" Clare said, as she once
more settled her precious-ah, how
precious-charge back in the carriage
and sat down on it at his feet with
book. Il will read to you now if you
like"
Il always like to hear music" said
he. "And your voice is music to any
ears, certainly to mine"
So Clare read to a rapt listener in an
Elysian dream that had always looming
within it an awful dim shadow out of
the past, which was sometimes more in
the foreground Of his bitter memory
than at others.
Presently Mrs. Savile put down the
book, one of Dsudets-in the original,
of eourse-and rose up. 1t was time to
put her little plot into execution.
Il think your attention has had
enough for the time being" she said,
easily, land We'll change the scene"
LAS you will, dear tyrant," answered
Wilfred, with angelic contentment, and
Clare once more set the chair in mo-
ton.
But not the way they had come.
Keeping Erleston's attention to herself
an easy task, certainly--by light, de-
sultory talk as they went on, she took
a direction which would bring them
round to the grounds on the southern
extremity, in the very whereabouts to
probably encounter, as they crossed to-
wards the west side, any stray straggler
who might Zoe about, and some few
there were sure to be by this time.
They would not play tennis forever;
and indeed, as she pushed the vehicle
through thick copse that skirted the
pleasure grounds at this extremity, she
heard distant voices from ahead. So
did Erleston, for he said, suddenly, in
a startled way:
octave Stonf Won hava Gonna the