Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-06-03

servant girl appeared in answer to the
summons.
Does a lady named Savile lodge
here?" asked the visitor.
eyes, sir. Mrs. Savile has the dining
room floor. I'll see if she is in, sir.
Who shall I say?"
ooh, only an old friend on busi-
ness"
The next minute he was shown in,
and a lady started up from the table to
meet him with outstretched hands and
a glad exclamation:
"You, doctor? How good of you to
ever remember me-"
my dear child, two years absence
doesn't make me forget old friends, or
patients either" laughed the doctor,
taking the easy chair she drew suggest
lively forward. well, so you are back
in England again, then? Out of work,
Ell? One of the unemployed?"
Him, yes, unfortunately. 1 was just
answering an advertisement to take
two girls out to Calcutta"
"Ah! But what has become Of the
two ladies of whom you were travel
ling companion, or couriere, shall I
say?"
'One married in Rome, and the 9th
er, the elder, went home to Carlisle.
So here am, you see."
He looked at her with a benevolently
approving smile for a moment, without
speaking.
She was a young and handsome wom-
an; indeed, she scarcely looked even
her four and twenty years-tall, slight,
exquisitely graceful in every pose and
movement. Her features were deli
cately chiselled, NE mouth tender and
resolute, whilst the beauty of the large
dark eyes, of a rich coffee-brown hue,
would alone have redeemed even a
plain face, whereas this, apart from
its form and contour, possessed a sin
gular charm of its own. 1t was pre-
eminently an interesting face, the word
belonging also to the woman's whole
personality. 1t was not the curly
waves of short dark chestnut hair,
not the clear, semi-dark skin with it's
dusky shading that told of Eastern
climes, and, perhaps, of a strain of
Southern blood-these were all adj
juncts-it was herself
1.-THE mind, the music breathing
DER her face,
The heart whose softness harmon
lied the whole"
And this was the index of the wo-
mans soul.
you are handsomer than ever,
child" said the old doctor, nodding
emphatically. 81 am old enough to
say it out. Well, you have not posted
that letter yet, l hope?"
She laughed and answered:
"Oh, no; I had not even quite fin
ished the letter."
so much the better, my dear. 1
suppose you are open to any reason-
able offer, then, whether long or per-
haps only a few months?"
Certainly, whichever comes first. A
bird of the hand, etc., you know, doc
tor
would you take a birth, then, of
a few months, or for possibly a dura-
ton, in a country house as-well, a
sort of all round attendant to a pa
tient of mine-secretary, companion,
nurse to some extent; in fact, to be
in charge generally, and keep him in
order-not allowed to do too much?"
"A he, is it,"
Eyes, and by Jove!" said the doctor,
beginning to laugh. Il tell you hen
need keeping in order before long. 1
wouldn't trust him to any ordinary
woman
Thanks for the compliment, DOCTOR"
said Clare Savile. comically. rs this
gentleman, then, so very self-wiIled?"
'Strong-willed-yes, but not in fits,
invidious sense; and l guess he'll prove
traetable enough in such tacrful hands
as yours, my dear. What / fear is that
he will too o o fancy his brain and
body better. and try to use the former,
especially, too o and too much. He
had a terrible fall over a cliff nearly
two months ago: conclusion OF the
brain and ugly shake to the nerves
and spine"
Poor fellow" Glare said pityinsly.