Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-10-20


jor. and he returned to the drawing
room with unruffled philosophy.
Mrs. Delaford adhered to her resolu-
ton. although it was much tried by
sundry peculiar sounds she heard on
the outside of the door.
Major Delaford has carpenters at
work. altering the house" thought she.
ct makes but little difference to me in
any case. shan't stay here"
At the end of the third day, how
ever she concluded to go downstairs.
But when she opened the door. 10, and
behold, her egress was barred by a
grated iron door.
Mercy upon u.s." cried Mrs. Della
ford. What is this?"
please, maam." said the little
maid, who had brought up her meals
three times day, cts master as had
it done
What for?" screamed Justina.
please, ma am" said Hetty, tremb-
| ing ali over, Jun yOu hhoN sou 10
| crazy?"
"1nsolent minion," said Mrs. Della
ford call your master at once"
l. Major Delaford came Immediately
upstairs, with Rosamond BLY, clinging
in frightened sort of way to his arm.
How do you feel now, my dear?' he
asked. solicitously.
I'm ell enough, snarled Mrs. Della
ford. open that door quick"
Mad! Very mad, indeed" said Ma
jor Delaford, in soto voice, turning
to Rosamond.
"Ruffian!" cried the bride. how dare
yon speak so?'
Getting violent" added the major,
shaking tlis head
let me out, say" persisted Mrs.
Delaford, rafting at the bars. What
does this absurd mummery mean?'
Perhaps a strait waistcoat would be
advisable" said the major. But as
nlong as she remains tolerattS manage
able l shall not send her to an asy-
lum."
Mrs. Delaford began to cry.
"Oh, Felix, how can you talk so?"
scbbed she. Il am as sane as you
are"
Poor thing" murmured the major,
compassionately THE hardest part of
H1
partially conscious of its deadly DOOM"
Mrs. De.aford shut the door rather
vehemently and began to cry hysteri-
cally.
Il am not mad" said she. 81 won't
be made a mad woman of.
But how to help herself-that was
the question The door was barred
effectually-the windows opened upon
the dead wall ef a neighboring Insti
tute of Fine Arts, and were three
stories above ground. She might have
shrieked herself hoarse IN that direc
ton before anyone could near her. She
sat down to think. What should she
! do What was to become of her?
Did that dreadful hint of Felix con-
corning the asylum really mean any
| thing? For once in her life the late
Mrs Flashington was actually fright
ened.
Has my temper really been so ter
rfble.' she asked herself, that people
! mistake it for-I can hardly breathe
the word-insanity? ~
1t was a new idea; she pondered it
carefully and cried bitterly over it.
| When Hetty came, as usual, with the
napkin-covered tray, Mrs. Delaford's
face was pale and tear-swollen.
| ''Hetty,' said she, will you ask your
master to step up here for few min
utes?'
Major Delaford obeyed the summons
! at once.
well, my love-" said he, what is
it?"
Felix" said Mrs. Delaford, bursting
into fresh tears, Il have acted very
foolshly | beg your pardon. And 1
beg Rosamond's pardon, too"
Major De,aford opened the grated
door at once-Justina flew into his
arms-and then and there was recon-
citation after the most approved style.
Mrs. Delaford was as sweet as June
morning after that-and il ever she
manifested symptoms of a relapse all
that Major Delaford found necessary
was to allude, in a general way, to
lunatics and asy.ums.
And Mr. Ulysses Crinklethorpe never
could imagine by what means this
modern Petruchio tanned his dark-eyed
shrew.-New York News.
WetItinc.