Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-27

| in the munger OF my eyes
Presently the profile of the girl deli
cately outlined itself against the deep
blue of the sea. 1t was pure as the pro-
g, file of a Greek. Turning, she rested her
eyes on me with a half smile. They.
were large and deep and blue. From
much looking at the lake they had aD-
parently caught the color thereof
Once more the exquisite profile show
ed against the CLINT Of the pane-a clear
cut cameo. She stared absentiy asesse
out at the small side window toaarS
Geneva Then, taking up her work
once more. she stitched.
: | finished my tea, gave a regretful
backward glance at the window and
found my way to the drawing room.
where the others were There some old
maids. doubled up in corners, read
| books; an English mother, stout. rosy,
robust sat surrounded by brood OF
meek children built on the same pat
tern. But it was an American family
! that occupied the choice divans.
Travers was the name-Syble Trav-
little brother, aged 10. l put Syble first
because she belonged there. She domi-
mated the family. They sat about her
I in awed and graceful groups awaiting
her word of command, glad to obey,
rejoiced to yoke themselves and be led
J that is all but her little brother. Dc
casionaly he mutinied.
Syble opened the conversation with
few appropriate remarks. Cleverly put
| ting several important and leading
questions TO me, she satisfied herself as
regarded my position, general standing
and character and took me up. We be-
came forthwith firm friends.
Together we haunted the room with
+ the window. Giving the blue eyed girl
there a wide berth, we watched the
! mountains turn purple as overripe
plums. turn blue. turn paler blue and
disappear. We climbed up and UP and
up to the roof then and watched the
moon rise over them, the stars come
out the little towns across on the oppo-
site coast commence to CLEAN and gilt
ter in a twinkle of fairy lights and now
and again lonely beacon loom redly,
showing itself like a giant eye on some
tall mountain top.
When the night grew dusky and the
wind arose-the wind soughs through
the pines in Lausanne like Kansas; it
talks, 1t whispers, 1t means, it walls
we descended to the drawing room and
talked of the girl in low tones betting
the talk of the pines.
why does she sit by the window all
day long?" asked Syble, looking to-
ward Geneva"
An old maid with white hair and
mole on her chin looked up from her
book. Nowhere in the world outside of
France do you find so many old maids
as you find in Switzerland.
IF you are sure the door is shut be
tween" said she, I'll tell you why"
Syble arose, tiptoed to the door, shut
it steaithily, tiptoed back again, re-
sumed her seat and looked breathless
attention.
The English mother, fearing the story
might contain some slight touch unfit
for the delicate ears of her brood,
shooed it out of the room, closing the
o+bn, d0or on barcaIf
The old maid, closing her book,
crushed a wrinkled forefnger into it,
marking the place.
1T was about three years ago." she
began, when a young man stopped at
this pension and stayed three weeks or
four. I've forgotten just whether it
was three weeks or four; but, anyway, it
was plenty long enough to do the harm.
And she was here She had come only
the day before. He fell in love with
her and she with him-she more in love
with him than he with her, which is the
way of women"
Syble gave toss of her yellow head.
with not quite all she Interrupted
The old maid looked hard at her over
spectac.es split half in two, the upper
half for viewing people and the lower
half for reading books.
"Umph," said she and went on with
the story.
All the world loves a lover"-"She
got that out of a book, whispered Sy-
ble-"Even old maids. He was one IN
a thousand Just standing by watching
you'd have thought he worshipped the
very ground she walked on. And She
well, she was so happy her happiness
leaked over and spilled out on us. II
gave a sort of glow same as that sun
shine that's dangling through the win
dow now and fading the carpet in
streaks
Then he went away Before he went
he said to her: I'm coming back in a
little wilhelm very little while. II
come back by way Of Geneva, over the
lake You sit by the window there an(
| yait for mo ti1I 7 come ="