Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-08-25

GOODNESS knows Jon have made a
pretty nuadle-you stop my mouth
With your stupid TRADES about nu-
mainly"
Il have ruined my OVID life, God
t,ows." heanswered hoarseiy. I shut
The brightness out OF It with my own
hands. but ! could find some patience
FOR my folly. II l thought that through
NV own disappointment / had learnt
- teel for lives destined 10 shfpwreck
from their birth. In that first I'M
fanny mistake of which you have con-
v.eted me, my judgment was warped By
,assion; don't make life hopeless,
,far.a, by trying to convince me that
ojty can warp the judgment too"
we had better not discuss these
rat,ers," she suggested. Frankly.
s01.t understand you: with all your
ate of existing institutions. expect
one Of these days to see you turn
Anarchisttfi.
"Anarclisstl. Why Anarchist, Maria?"
he asked, ssiartled by that word USED
Dv her while his mind was full-of the
,aemories OF one figure from the past.
"Because 1t looks like it; because
,,n are next door to uadman now on
sonle subjects.
No no. Maria" he laughed. re-
pared to find that she had no hidden
meaning. 1t is true that hate
tyranny ike poison. but / know that
rothing will ever be altered for the
better by the fiends who invent infer
nal machines or by the eommittal OF
erusl and bloody murders"
We'll, all this sort of discomfort
makes that way" she said.
q think the causes of that discon-
.ant are to blame for that" he an
-wered. you spoke few minutes
ago OF keeping the people working. as
panacea for all evils. Has 1t ever
struck you that keeping one man work
.og when play would be better for
bim-working not to amass wealth but
lust to keep his body and soul to-
gether-as at the same time forcing his
brother to rot In idleness? Do you
r4member the words of the old song
they used to sing in our childhood? l
have brought it up-to-date. to suit the
morality of the hour:
Work. work, work and be contented,
As long as you've enough to buy a
meal
On this you may rely,
10 be wealthy by-and-by,
You must shoulder other fellows from
the wheel
That's the motto, take it, of Porcher
and Co."
"Mr Porcher may not be altogether
agreeable to you, Frank, know, but
he has risen to his present position by
hts own exertions, a thing you could
never have DONE" she retorted.
Luckily far you you were born with a
silver spoon in your mouth; otherwise
you would have lived and died beg
gar.
y fancy you are right, Maria he an
swered; ito make a fortune In these
DAYS man must have heart of stone!
Do YOU know, l have a strong leaning
towards the men who are failures.
fancy there will be great deal to say
for them at the Last Judgement AS
for these dreaded Anarchists, It's our
own fault that there any such teachers.
II we had softer heart and Showed more
ympathy for the suffering and oppre-
ssed, we should convince the dlsconten-
ted world that a little unselffshness
would go further than tons OF dyna-
mite"
He spoke earnestly, but his earnest
ness was thrown away upon Maria.
III he would go INTO Parliament and
cut some sort of a figure, l shouldn't
90 much mind" she muttered. There's
the dinner gong. Frank she announ-
ced and, as usual, you are not dress
ed"
this time, Maria" he answered, but
III repeat, by adjoining myself inside
five minutes and, dropping light
kiss OF reconciliation on her forehead
he departed.
Il is a pity that no one can bring
him 10 reason she sighed, as she start
ed for the diningroom. There. how
annoying, l must have dropped my-fan.
She turned to retrace her steps, but on
opening the door. started back in con-
fusion too girlish for her years. She
was not alone, NJ. Durand was at the
widow from which the dranght was
Entering the white curtain. He, too,
Started uneaslK.
'Madame-mees," he stammered, Il
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