Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-11-11

indifferently, for just now he cared
nothing about any girl. The next
day. however, remembering his prom
Use, he tried to make himself agree
able to the younger Miss Brown, whom
her companions called Cricket" But
somehow his efforts were unavailing;
the girl decidedly withdrew from him,
and it was only under Dicks impor-
tunities that he continued his atten-
tions. Then the novelty of his repulse
made him study the girl closely, and
the more he studied her the more in
terested he became She was not beau
tiful like her tall friend, but she had
face that sparkled and a smile that
ran all TO dimples, only she did not
smile at him very often. She was so
blithe and CHEEKY that it was quite
easy to see how she won her odd nick
name. A week went by, and what he
had undertaken as a kindness to his
host became the most absorbing in
terest of his life. He had never sued
so earnestly for any woman's favor,
never returned so persistently after
each repulse. About the middle of the
second week he sent; through his law
yet in the neighboring city, telegram
to his step-aunt telling her his stay
would be indefinitely prolonged, but
that she must, continue to make use OF
his house as it pleased her. He was
quite resolved that when the end of
the month came he would turn the
place over to the trustees; he would
not have a house he could not offer
to mis- merry tease, his odd mixture of
GOODNESS and sunny smiles. He began
to dream dreams of a new life, to build
castles in which she was always the
chatelaine. He waited for her at the
foot of the stair in the morning, rode
beside her in the afternoon, and took
the chair next to hers on the moonlit
veranda. A man as twenty-six, he
was yet IS sentimental as a lad of six
teen, for everything she touched or
used took on for him. a new individ-
uality
The end Of the week brought her
letter which seemingly cost her much
perpiexity. Presently John, looking
up from his own papers, found her eyes
fixed on him with a puzzled, question
ing gaze.
What is it?" he asked, drawing
his chair toward her.
"Oh, nothing"
''You looked at me as though you
doubted my identity"
I'd was just noticing the-the
shape of your nose," she said with mer-
ry evasion. But from that day she was
kinder to him, avoiding him less, smil-
ing at him more, so that his hopes
rose. He began to let his eyes tell the
story of his heart. Thus it was that
the whole month went by; and but one
week interviewed between him and the
resignation of his old home; but the
thought brought him now no poignant
sorrow. He would have counted the
whole world well lost if so he could
have those soft eyes to watch for his
coming and going for the rest of his
life.
One evening on the star-lit porch he
told the story Of his orphaned child
hood, his uncles care for him. of the
will and it's bitter condition.
And what are you going to do about
it," she asked out of the shadow into
which she had tipped her chair.
Can you ask thst?" he answered,
with tender accent on the pronoun.
Il would not marry Harriet Brown
though she brought me the mines Of
Golconda. The woman I wed must be
something very different"
Here Bessie Madders interrupted