Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-07-07

Ing. y, I'm IN cage, anu you nav
brought me here. you keep me here!'
"T? Good God, you're tired Of me"
said Hitler, in a queer, strained voice,
a voice SO strange that Stella turned,
amazed. to look at him. His eyes fell
before the mute reproach in his.
Not of you, I4al, she said, piteously.
Not Of you; only your friends, your
/ life. your music. My only interests be-
gin and end with you. Your friends
tolerate me as your wife, your friends.
who must be mine, and whom l hate.
I'm not used to such people; | detest
their ways, their ideas, their looks. I
I'm ashamed Of them"
She paused; perhaps something In tns
/ tense, boyish face moved her to pity.
/ She came toward him now and laid an
appealing hand upon his shoulder. 1t
was Hitler who shrank away.
20, don't you see?' she said, half I'm
patient, that he stood so still and did
not answer. Cant you understand how
dull it is for me? I'm used to being
somebody l hate to me Mr. Killers
wife. l want to be Mrs. Hitler all to
myself. | hate art and music, and all
such nonsense I'm society through and
through and can't pretend any longer.
Oh, Lal, I4al, how I've pretended all
these weeks"
Hitler drew a deep breath. Outside
barrel organ was playing the "Caval-
lerian" intermezzo with troublesome In
sistency. The long, thin notes ham
mered duly on his brain; he caught
himself wondering If Maseagni had ever
heard an organ grinding out his music,
turning his best into commonplace. o, 1t
was funny, funny. Hitler threw back
his head and laughed tarringly laugh
which was sadder than cry. He forgot
that Stella listened.
why, you're laughing at me,' she
said, turing, a little whirlwind OF wrath
/ and indignation.
'FNot as you" he said. 81 was think
Ing of something clse-myso.., you
know. was laughing at myself. three
month ago. And the funny part IS, I'm
still in love with you-t'od help ms.
| horribly in love-"
Stella came a step forward. How
dear of you." she said, caressingly, but
he drew back with HIS faint smile.
bore your wife,, he said grimly. Its
! SO final But l shall get over it in time
OF course, everything takes time"
Stella blazed up Indignantly.
you talk as if l were in the wrong"
she said 'as if l were behaving badly
to you, when it was you who forgot the
night he heard that valse tune played;
| and you told me then"-with a little
sight, half iontemptuous, half regretfuI
that if we should ever quarrel or be
the least bit indifferent that valse tune
would bring back everything, and you
would-you would-Oh Lal, Lal. And
| that was not three months ago.
L
rather a mess of it," said HITLER, with a
deep, deep breath.
Eyes; but you have your work and
your friends. It's all right for you, but
what about me? What is to become of
mo? You must see how much worse it
is for me-" Stella held out her hands
, imploringly toward him, like child.
you shall live yoar old life again, :"
said Hitler, steadily. "if l can manage
it."
Then you'll go and see my people,
she cried eagerly, land ask them to
make it up with me! You'll tell them
I'm fretting till I'm Ill, just as they said
1 should be, o, If they'll only make it
up, heaps of people will be sure to
call! Why, l might get to like you
as used to do. if | had something else
as well. The old days aren't gone, Lall
They can't be gone forever!"
Hitler bent and kissed the pretty,
childish face. For a second the old
dream of an ideal life, an ideal mar
riage. flashed before him, and he gazed
into her eyes almost imploringly.
But the last faint trace of hope took
flight before her upturned gaze-light,
caressing, eager for the morrow! He
had gazed into his wife's soul, and found
it-wanting!
Then he pulled himself together and
bore his fate bravely, like man.
you shall have happy life, my
DEAR" he said.
Mr.. and Mrs. Hitler are now the most
devoted of couples She, naturally. in
dulges in many mild flirtations, for her
husbands increasing fame takes them