Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-08-18

not succeed, that's all"
| Il don't expect success unless years
| OF devotion-and that kind of thing
help me along. | know I'm not At for
her; but. hang it ali. IL she can't marry
I till she finds one who is-she'll have to
, be spinster sfl her life. Unless -
| and Trevor threw a glance up at his
companion" unless"
Il have had wider experience than
| yours Osborne interrupted, quickly,
''and l admit unhesitatingly that I
know no man worthy OF her. If you
are ready to risk a refusal, take your
! chance So far as it goes. I am able to
| tell you that no one is at present pay
| ing Miss Rayne any attention Of that
sort"
Look here, You're a laundering
good fellow, and always were!" BERTHE
exclaimed. "You-you couldn't say
now, could you, just to encourage fell
low-that you wished him well?3
Osborne was looking in front of him
steadily. Still with his eyes fixed on the
horizon, bounded by the trees which
surround his house-the casket that
held the jewel OF which they spoke.he
replied:
Il wish to see Miss Rayne married
to the man of her choice, some day. l
would give her-gladly- to worthy
man. provided | could ensure her hap
piness that way. l don't know that I
can say any more, Trevor. Let the
best man win
TWell, even the worst can only lose, .
said BERTHE; land it's something to
have tried Goodbye, Mr.. Osborne,
and thank you
Once more alone. Osborne drew a
deep breath. "A boy youth like that,
to aspire to her." he unused, while |
- Pshaw. He has no chance;
should rather pity him. God knows I
ought to; I've been through it all. Of
course, he has no chance-yet there are
others; it will come sooner or later, |
suppose. and l must school myself to
bear it like a man"
He went tramping on over the rolling
common land of growing grass fiecked
with pure white marguerites, but the
| brightness of the June morning was
gone for him; his face, even his car
riage, were full of agitation now there
was no longer any need for him to
| mask his feelings.
LAS a man makes his bed, so must
he lie on it." he said; land mine was
made in Paris three years ago. 1t will
come; it must come, but have at least
respite; she has not found the man
as yet Trevor is out of the question
it's ridiculous; and yet II he has the
| power to shake me like this, what shall
l do when the time arrives? But is 1t
| so ridiculous, so impossible? She has
| no passionate love to give to any man,
| fancy; she seems too remote, too far
above our level for anything OF that
sort--but she loves children with such
a depth and breadth of love- that her
life will never be complete until she
has them of her own. That's destiny.
These very pursuits that | have taught
her-this Joy in being mother to the
motherless, will lead to an assertion OF
herself. Some day she will claim her
rights, and permit some man to crown
her life with the dignity OF maternity;
and then who so fit as humble, faith
full fellow like this Trevor, who will
never dare to ask too much of her.?
God, shall have to see it; l shall have
to see it some day"
His face had darkened with lower
ing expression happily uncommon fol
it.
why should II" he said. "Why
should |, after all? Past question,
could make her happier than this Ire
vor. or perhaps any man. 1t is no
just to her that she should not have