Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-06-17

Ye he is a three years old and Scamp
is a year younger. Shall / take them
away ma'am?"
"Ah. no thanks. How is Mr.. ErIes-
TONI"
Clifford said, "about as usual, he
thought" and retired leaving the sec
rotary to her breakfast with her new
friends n on each side, to receive
those tid-bits which their assured
manner at nee betrayed to her they
were accustomed to have.
"You are spoilt fayourites," said she
laying a choice morsel on RAISES nose
to see il he would catch it properly.
"Of course Well caught! 1 guess you
both-you Scamp, especially-have
learnt no end Of tricks from your mas
ter"
The thought Of whom brought a sigh.
Would he ever again be quite what he
had been? Would that terrible shock
to the brain and nervous system be ev-
er entirely recovered from? DIR. Faber
hoped and thought it would.
A little before ten Erlston, leaning on
Gifford's arm, came slowly in, to be
at once eagerly, nay, excitedly greeted
by both the dogs.
Dear old Kaiser! Gently, Scamp,
place aux DANES, you know" said Will
fred's soft, languid tones, as Glare, with
her sweet bright smile, met him and
gave him her hand. Good morning.
Mrs. Savile. l hope you were really not
even startled by this big fellow of mine.
as he sank back on the couch and Gir-
ford retired.
Indeed no, Mr.. Erlston, I was de-
lighted. l am so fond of dogs and
horses; and it was such an exquisite
bit of comedy with them-Dignity and
lmpudence. Shall 1 tell you? You will
be SO much amused"
"Ah, do, please"
And he was amused enough at the
story of her introduction to his ca
nine favoriteS Clare told it with a.
droll humor that must have moved the
grayest of Judges or weakest of in
valids to laughter.
How very comical," Wilfred said
at length. But his eyes were watch
ing wistfully the two dogs sporting
together over the lawn below the ter
race. Il have taught them no end of
funny tricks, especially scamp. l had
each of them from six weeks old, you
see, and SO trained them in my own
way"
THAT is just what I always prefer
red" said Clare. NOW, shall l read
to you? There is the mornings paper
and there are a few letters"
She fetched the paper and letters,
but when she offered the latter Will
fred only glanced with an almost vex-
ed indifference at the superscriptions
and dropped them back into her lap
as she sat beside him.
Il know the hands, they can't be
very private. Read them, please.
The letters scintillate before my eyes,
l think"
The young secretary obeyed with a
half-amused reluctance as the thought
crossed her what his correspondents
would say to a third person, and that
a woman, seeing their letters. But to-
day they proved mere unimportant,
chatty letters from friends. One, sent
on from Erleston's London chambers,
asked him to join the writer Tin Scot
land) directly after Goodwood if he
were going there.
Going anywhere! 1t looks like it,
said Wilfred, bitterly, when l mustn't
walk twenty yards. and my head aches
or feels dazed if try to think Of
He suddenly caught his breath and
half buried his face in the cushions
with smothered, agonized words, ut
tered between clenched teeth. IF
could but quite grasp! Good heavens,
such madness, such shamel Fettered
to the very earth!"
Clare heard the broken, half-sti1ed
words, read them as one with that set
tied look of pain in the eyes and about
the mouth which she had noticed, and
her W heart ached for what she read
now still more surely. The man was
scarcely thirty, but there was assuredly
some embittered, sorrowful story in
his life, whether wronged or wronging.
But whatsoever it was, the weight of
it, she saw, pressed all the heavier just
now because the brain could not fully
| grasp the memory; it eluded the men
tai force as in a nightmare.
But he must not dream that she had
/ caught more than the last words, to
! which she could feign to give a very
different Interpretation. She laid her
soft, cool hand on his forehead with ali
a woman's sweet tenderness for suf-
| fering.
81 cannot have you even try to
think" she said, gently. you are
only to remember that your daring