Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1901-06-28

ps[ bSInr deasiless hunsry them
SELVES Doubtleae. also. they would re-
turn u some time II the afternoon, but
that meant wait Of hours. Climbing
the fence was out OF the question. Even
II she had brought her alpenstock.
plainly an absurd thing to do, it would
have benefited her nothing. A quarter
of mile away she saw a man. dressed
like gardener, hurrying along. She
knew him to be one of the employees
and called at first family. then shrilly.
Her lungs were good and her vocal
chords unimpaired. but he went on his
way unheeding. She looked at her watch
again. 1t marked the time as 1881
p. m.
At 1:12 robin lit on the shaft,
perked his head at her curiously
chuckled in jocular manner and de-
parted At 1:17 two English sparrows
fell upon the sward and fought furious
ly from one end of the plot to the other
She was much interested and sympa-
thized. of course, with the one which
was whipped. At 1:52 poodle,hot. pant
ing, lost and drooling, stuck his muzzle
through the fence, coughed beseeching-
ly and waddled off. AT 2:OS a jaybird
perched nearby screamed at her furious
ly for ten minutes and also departed.
BY this time there was fiery flush
on Dorothy's cheeks and suspicious
moisture in her eyes. When leaving
home that morning she had decided to
go to a noted Brooklyn restaurant for
herluncheon and have half a cold chick
en- and a glass of Chateau Yauem.
There never was such chicken as the
chicken which persistently obtruded it
self upon her imagination while wait
ing for release. She reflected bitterly
that she had told her coachman to
drive straight to her residence when she
had quilted the carriage at the cemetery
entrance. Here she cried little softly
into her handkerchief She sat gloomy
and despairing for another half hour,
with her face to the shaft and her back
turned to the obdurate gate. She was
aroused by pleasant, rather deep
voice, which said:
There's pansies. That's for thoughts
Turning she saw tall, young fellow
dressed in loosely-fitting gray and lean
ing against the iron fence which held
her in. He lifted his hat, showing
closely cut crinkly black hair, and there
was CLEAN of white even teeth as he
added
II have been stasding here for TWEEN
ty minutes You are troubled about
something, aren't you? Can | help?"
Miss Heming had spent her teen years
in a convent and the good sisters had
taught her specially to beware of prowl-
ing young men, who used to hang about
the walls after dark and play very badly
on guitars, but this was no time for
ceremony or caution. She rose hastily
and said, trying to smile, but making a
failure of it:
"Oh, yes, please. I am locked in here
have been locked in for hours. Every
body seems to have gone home. Won't
you find the key, please and let me out?
1t is near the gate, but couldn't reacn
it.
He glanced about him, saw the key
and set her at liberty. AS she passed
out she felt so thankful that she could
not help saying:
Il am SO very, very grateful to you.
1t was very lonely. | think | should
have starved in another nour."
He lifted his hat again. as he handed
her the key, and said:
Il am glad to have been of service.
l know you very well by sight, Miss
Heming. My name is Calderwood-
Thomas Calderwood-and | live near to
you. l came out to put some flowers
on my fathers grave. 1t is not far. |
have left the gate unlocked. Will you
walk that way and look at it? Then
will find cab for you
Miss Heming did not see how she
could well refuse, though she mentally
elassed this young man as 'prower"
When they reached the Calderwood plot.
'arger better situated and much more
ornate than the Heming enclosure, sne
saw that the single grave it contained
YVES covered from end to end with
southern roses, red. odorous, passionate.
The perfume of the bsaped pile OF them
was borne far upon the slow May breeze.
Closing the eyes, one might well i'm
agine himself in some far Georgian gar
den as the musky scent Of them foated
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