Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-01-07

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ment Or anxious solicltude Tor the sick
girl in the wagon he was not obIivious
Of the lingual lapse. Bad grammar
Jared on him as 3 false note IN music
might. And this exceedingly pretty
woman looked so delicately refined that
ignorance did not comport well with
her appearance.
"You have room. then. Room for
us both?"
Il have more than plenty of room
now. We used to have to double up
when folks stopped. Nobody wasn't
over allowed to go by. My folks arr
all dead. I've lots OF empty beds"
(Which I construe into your kind
permission to bring my sister In"
Certainly. Fetch her right along.
Jimmie can put your horses up. And.
if you've got any luggage in the wagon
he can help you in with that"
1--WE have no end Of luggage, but we
don't mean to intrude upon you any
longer than tonight. So it can stay
in the wagon"
That's farther a~long-about the in
trusion, I mean" the mistress OF the
house said pleasantly, adding:
"You had better fetch everything In"
And while the stranger walked rapid
ly back down the front walk she hur-
ried out to the kitchen to tell Mrs.
McNab that there would be folks to
| supper and then back into the house
to prepare a bed for the sick girl.
1t really put her into quite a pleasur-
able futter to have guests to provide
for. They had come at a most oppor-
tune moment. Mrs. Warren had actu-
ally talked her into a ervou dread of
staying on the ranch with no better
protection than old Jimmie McNabs.
She had watched the setting Of the sun
hat afternoon with quite a new SEN
sation of fear.
And here, pat is if he had fallen
from the sky, came the strongest, big
gest, handsomest fellow she had seen
for a coon's age. May be she could
make a deal with him and keep him
and his sister straight along"
A very active brain worked under
that shining mass of reddish-brown
hair, which the widow Monette had to
plat and coil tightly to keep within
bounds. There had come n or two
crises in her life when it had seemed
to her, looking back upon them, that
she had acted first and thought later.
The sick girl pleaded for nothing but
the privilege of st~raightway occupying
the snowy highpiled bed that con-
fronted her as soon as she got into the
hallway Of the rambling one-5tory
house.
"If you and Led won't mind" she
said, smiling YEARLY at her hostess
and her brother, as between them they
deposited her in a big easy chair, I'm
so tired, I'll go right to bed"
Mrs. Monette smoothed the girls hair
back from her forehead with a gentle
touch. 1t was just like having Sadie
Farindale back with her. Not that
they looked a speck like each other.
And this was Sadie's room, too.
mo, / shan't mind. l want to do
just what'll give you the most COM
fort. If you-if Mr."
"Fielding-Ledyard Fielding Is my
name. Perhaps this may be a sort of
guarantee of responsibility"
The young man brought out his card
case and handed her a business card.
She looked at it in her own room a lit
tie later on, when she could study it
out"
81 wasn't going to say anything that
sounded like questioning you. l hope
you don't think so. Colorado folks are
not overly suspicious"
New York folks are, but that's all
right said the young nan with a
careless laugh. (which trunk, Milly,
will you need tonight"
1.-THE small steamer trunk"
He left the to bring it. Mrs.
Monette walked over to the wash stand
to see if the pitcher was full of water.
The mans manner stung her unac-
countably. The sick girl seemed to
divine her discomfort. She put out a
hand to draw her hostess nearer.
81 gave my brother such a fright this
afternoon he hasn't gotten over it yet.
/ tainted in the wagon. He never saw
me faint before, and thought / was
dead. Don't mind his being a little
short, please"
II could see he was awful anxious
about something. He loves you a
heap, l guess"
Better than l deserve. You will
like him better by tomorrow"
Mrs. Monette drew her hand out of
the girls hot, dry hand with a laugh.
ooh, I like him well enough now for
all practical purposes. Him and l
won't quarrel, unless he's pig-headed
enough to want to start with you again