Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1900-02-01

starts on the road to run it is astonish-
ing what q pace he can go 1t at
''You sound dreadfully experienced"
II am. I have three brothers. and
II takes the united moral strength OF
sixteen female relatives to keep them
in the straight and narrow path. Dear
me male relatives are a frightful re-
sponsibility."
"Frightful," said Diana. with SOM
Der emphasis, and then she and Betty
were swallowed up in the gray por-
tails of the church door toward which
their steps had been directed all this
time.
Had she cast a glance backward on
turning away from the florist win
dow, Diana of the Tower woul have
gone to her Lenten devotions that
morning much disturbed. in mind. Her
place at the window was presently
usurped by a young man who threw
away the stump OF his cigar with an
irritated motion.
IT don't care to give chase openly.
/ would like to know If she was aware,
however. BAIL am an incurable!"
He gazed moodily in at the temple
like arrangement of the tall ascension
lilies behind the glass. They were
heavy, stiff, cloyingly sweet. Tulips?
Too gaudy and assertive. Violets?
Done to death. Every woman had a
bach about her, somewhere-every
IDIOT decorated his lapel with them.
Carnations? A drug in the market.
The gentleman was in a distinctly
difficult frame of mind. He went in
side the shop and looked the blooming
wares over critically. Nothing there
quite sweet or lovely enough to satisfy
his ardent cravings. A tiny bush OF
delicate white heather lifted its pretty
head from a pot at his feet. At least
here was novelty! He stopped and
lifted 1t for a closer inspection. AS
its rare, subtle fragrance greeted him
he smiled. The alert saleswoman
caught briskly at this first token OF
approval. Nothing like 1t in the
shop, sir. It's just itself in looks and
smell. No kin to any flower about it.
Take it,"
The gentleman was writing a name
and address on the card. He laid 1t
gently among the fragrant branches of
heather. Then putting the price of the
plant in the woman's hand, he said:
"see that it is sent Immediately, if you
please"
Then he left the flower shop and
walked in the direction the girls had
taken. He smiled as he had smiled at
the white heather.
Nothing like it. No kin to any
flower in the shop. My love, my sweet,
my bit of pure white heather, with a
sweetness all her own"
When Diana got back home her con-
science smote her at sight of her god
ulUlu6I . CdIIldS0 WdltluS III lIOuL OL
the door. The fat coachman and the
prize carriage horses had followed his
lordShip into the land of shades.
Brisbane-the Brisbane who had car
ried her from that very curbstone into
that very front door, in his lordship's
basket, sixteen years before, was now
head coachman. He put his gloved
hand stifiy to his cockaded hat as the
girl looked up at him.
II have kept godmamma waiting?"
Brisbane looked blankly at the front
door. He was not presumed to know
what was going on on the other side
of it's highly polished exterior.
Diana entered the library, gloved and
HATED. Mrs. Desbrow in the SAM
stage of readiness for driving, wal
writing a note. The girl went toward
her impulsively.
'Ch, dearest, why will you punish
me by being so polite? If you would
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