Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-07-21
your time and yourself. l ask you TO
give yourself with my gifts, and yours
will be the greater part, for


will be the greater part, for
The Holy Supper is kept indeed
In whatso we share with another's need,
Not what we give. but what we share,
For the gift without the giver Is bare.
~ have read my letter through again,
and have half mind to destroy the
major part of it. | seem to have but
half mind in anything l am doing just
now; but that phase will pass as soon as
action takes the place of inertia. 1
know that once on the road | shall spur
forward eagerly. 1t is only here, at the
parting of the ways, that stand looking
backward. Goodnight. Goodbye. To-
morrow | Shall be on the road, but to-
night is dedicated to my regrets; 1t is
the requiem of the past Goodbye once
more. God bless and keep you. | wish
I could see you If there is anything in
this to give you pain on my account,
remember that it is not the sadness OF a
lifetime, but that of very heavy hour
which l have flown to you to tighten
Yours as always, FRANK"
Il wish | could see you." Would he
have written that could he have seen
the girls face and heard her soos?
Would he have eased his burden ever
so little at her expense could he have
known how cruelty she would suffer,
on the one hand. because his love for
iHelga was so full; on the other, because
1t was not full enough to make her
stand aside and say 'tHe has chosen
that which is best?'
Eva, The way you are going on Is
simply absurd. It's atrocious! It's
it's unwomanly!'
"Unwomanly, Maria?'
Yes, unwomanly AT least, I'm
quite sure it's unmaidenly to make
such a fuss over any man."
Poor Eva, Attacked thus in what
through centuries has been woman's
weakest spot, she made one desperate
effort to reclutch the maidenly dignity
which her mentor said was slipping
away. 1t was too late. She looked in
to Maria's small, hard eyes and saw
comprehension there; and too proud Of
her grief to waste time Sin patching fig
leaves for the naked truth" she ans
wered flercely:
yes, 1 am unmaidenly. 1 wish l
had your right to break my heart for
him; but since | have not, let me be.
Your crying shame on me won't alter
it,"
Lady Groves garden party at Bon
church that afternoon was very
bright affair; but Maria, who had hop
ed that her young cousin would make
an impression, both by her beauty and
her budding fame, looked with chagrin
at the girls swollen eyelids and whis-
pered to their kind hostess:
mo. my dear Lady Grove, positively
no. Don't make much of her, and don't
introduce her to anybody First i'm
pressions go such long way, you know
and she is not in the mood. These ar
tistic temperaments, you see, are so
easily unstrung; and she has been up
setting herself about some trif1e. Do
let me beg of you to hand her over to
some quiet nobody. who won't mind
her being a little distract"
my dear Miss Osborne, there are no
nobodies here except my relatives he-
ladyship replied with a smile. Il am
quite grieved, though, about Miss Rayne
and I'll do my best. All, Bertie." she
added turning sharply to very callow
youth who stood at her elbow caressing
the place where he hoped some day to
raise moustache. Are you there"
Where's Diana?"
Here aunt. Here l am" cried a
frank looking girl who bore a strong re-
semblance to the youth, and was his