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

at least the chance of election. Who
knows anything. about that farce in
Paris? And if it were known, 1t could
not be legal bar Why should alone
suffer? Why should live like an an
chorite? Heiga has forgotten long
since. and visited Naples again, AMI
many another city, too no doubt I'm
past my youth; there will be very little
left in life for me if | DO not snatch it
now"
He turned again towards his house
and went or quickly. a bronze flush on
his cheeks, and his eyes glowing. ~
he turped in at the little lych cate AMI
came up through the shrubbery, sud
den CLEAN of white garments caught
his eye, and Eva. fair and swee. as
madonna, passed without seeing him
across the lawn to the house.
He paused in his hasty stride, the
flush left his cheeks, his eyes fell, and
he faltered.
"My God, No." he said "rt would
be sacrilege. She would not call the
affair. in Paris a farce. She believes
that what is styled the ceremony of
marriage is a non-essential, or at least,
fuence those who could not be held by
the moral obligation alone. To her the
essential thing is the calling on God to
witness pledge of faith; and that we
did that night in Paris. II dared
this thing, if | won her, and she learnt
the truth, if Helga by chance returned
and told the tale, she would leave me
at once, and despise me and herself"
"I'll tell her, though he added, NOV
ing forward again. II will tell her ev
erything. And yet not could do no
good, and it might do harm. She would
think it her duty to leave me at once
II she knew my feelings towards her,
and | am not strong enough to part
with her yet.
That's one OF the very reasons why
ought to tell her; better to part now
! and get used to it. before have to face
the other kind of parting. That's my
side of the case. But what of her? If
she knew, she might never marry; new
er give me that insufferable pain. It
would not be fair to influence her; to
interfere that way in her fate. No, it
temust go on; We must drift She Is
perfectly calm, and If not as happy as
she might be, and ought to be, at least
! she is content. do not think she real
ICES that there is anything lacking in
her life as yet. She will not find that
! out until she finds the right man, and
| then / must bow to the inevitable" So
with a heavy step and a still heavier
heart, Osborne made his way to the
! house.
"He either fears his fate too much,
Or his deserts are small;
Who fears to put it to the touch,
And win or lose it ALL"
So poor BERTHE, not usually a poetical
mortal, was saying to himself, as after
| his interview with Francis Osborne he
| started for home and lunch.
Look here, Mrs. Gunter.'' he said,
on presenting himself in his mothers
drawing-room again, cts all tommy
rot, you know, about Mr.. Osborne be-
| ing married to one lady, and paying at
tentions to another. He's jolly good
fellow, is Osborne. as we've told you all
along; can prove it. and soma day
WILL
Into his boyish head he had got the
| idea that Eva needed protection and
that he was the man to act. He pictured
himself in graceful attitude on his
knees before her Gan attitude he could
never have assumed) pouring out words
he might think Of, but would never be
able to speak. He saw himself in fancy
beside her in society. her accepted suit
| or; and heard people recantinS and ex-