Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-06-10

Oh Ne lIAi8ul DFOWS, ana
a momentary look of bewilderment, as
II the mental vision had been far away,
and could not, without a painful If
passing strain, bring itself into a new
focus. And then. tpo. as Glare well
knew, the mere first sight Of a stranger
made the mans sensitive masculine
pride shrink and culver as if under a
harrow. He was just at the stage.
mentally and physically, to be most
bitterly conscious of his present help
Elessness and dependence on others; to
be most FESTIVE and impatient under it,
needing exquisite tact and anxious
care.
But shrewd DIR. Faber had chosen
wisely.
Dear Wilfred,' Lady Flora went on
as he turned, Il have brought our new
friend, YOU secretary, Mrs. Savile."
A slight painful flush swept over Fri
eston's hollow cheek as the gentle
mans instinct to rise had to be crush
ed. But he held out his hand and
clasped hers.
Forgive. me that I must not rise"
he said slowly: and what a soft. musi-
cal voice he had. Please don't stand,
either of you" He paused while his
sister-in-law took a seat near the foot
of the couch and Glare Savile drew a
low fauteuil to his side. Then he add
ed, with the same graceful charm of
voice and manner and fine courtesy
that at once made a favour OF her SER
vices: 1T is very very good of you,
Mrs. Sayile, to come at such really
very short notice and undertake such
such a handful as you will find me, |
am afraid"
There was a culver of the lips which
she saw.
ooh, / like my hands full, Mr.. Erles-
ton," she said, brightly. "And as to
my being good. my duties will be a
pleasure, you know; remember that"
The low mellow tones, so soft and
sympathetic, were a soothing power in
themselves. Lady Flora laughed and
said, as she rose:
There, WiIfred, you hear that. Now
l must trot off, or | shall presently get
turned out by our fair friend as a
hopeless chatterbox, far too firing for
you"
ooh, Lady Floral"
Fact, my dear, as I'm certain your
sharp observation has already discov-
cred. There is that fellow positively
looking wicked. He early dubbed me
Lady Chatterbox, blesss ham; Ta-ta
DEAR bending down to kiss the broad
brow, I'll leave you and your secre-
tary in peace to a good old-fashioned
high tea. Mrs. Saville, we thought
that as you must have dined early be-
fore our journey. and as Wilfred
hasn't, Of course, yet returned to late
dining, high tea would be the most ac-
ceptable arrangement. l hope you like
it,"
Indeed, yes, thank you, Lady
Flora
And as that little lady went out a
footman entered to set the tea ready
on a small dining table which was
evidently placed in the 20 to serve
for the heavier meals. Clara had no.
ticed it standing at the far end of the
necessarily rather polyglot apart
ment, near a small richly-carved side
board.
Wilfred lay quite still with closed
eyes, as if weary, till the servant had
wheeled the table near to the couch,
and withdrawn. Then, as Clara ross
to do the honors, Erleston's dark eyes
opened and watched her with a lam
guild, yet curiously intense pleasure,
ever relief, and a sort of half-wonder-
ing admiration, of which he was too
weak to be conscious.
II so dreaded a stranger" he said,
as if half to himself. "but now | don't
mind somehow" Then, with a half
ssort: Mrs. Savile, you will make
yourself quite at home here, won't
you?h
See how l am doing so already"
answered Glare, smiling, as she drew
back the low seat she had occupied and
brought a pretty basket tea table to its
vacated place. Now let me shake up
these cushions for you to rest against
as you sit more up-so. Is that quite
easy and comfortable? You are not in
pain?" as he lifted himself to a more
upright position, leaning against the
soft pile of cushions.
NO"
But he swept his hand over his fore
head with a restless movement that told
Clare of mental pain, whether entirely
from the natural struggle of the slowly
reviying brain to ecover its equili-
brium, or partly from some deeper and
embittered suffering she could not be
quite certain, but she thought the lat
ter. She had noticed the moment she
saw his face those lines of bitter en-
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