Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1907-06-13

book OF names, she faltered. II
am looking for someone" She was
astonished to find her voice stop.
Excltingly the hand holding her
gown shook. What had come over
her? She could see, now that she
had grown accustomed to che gloom,
that the man was looking straight at
her-hls eyes seemed to be boring
holes through her brain. She was
dazed. She swept her hand over her
mouth and swallowed dryly.
This way. please" Without a
word more she followed him noise
lessly down the hall. He pushed
open door, and she stood on the
threshold. The walls of the room
were filled with square cases.
Through the glass doors she saw
swords hung in racks. Guns, pis-
tolls, prayer books. all souvenirs OF
the unnamed dead, in the middle of
the floor. Stretched across the table
was large open book. To this the
man pointed. "n you will tell me
the name you want 1 will find it and
save you the trouble"
"Thank you. John Schuyler is
the name. He-he"-she stopped.
1t was impossible to continue. The
man, watching her anxiously, was
conscious Of this. Schuyler, Schuy-
Ter, he murmured, turning the pages
softly, strange light in his eyes.
do you know that he is dead 2
dead, dead, of course he's dead.
He went away at the first call and
promised again she stopped, this
time blushing confusedly. 81 see, |
see, said the man, smiling strangely
at her. He tur led more pages.
Schuyler. yoa said, John. | believe
Mrs. -
"Miss Lee"
"Ah T. 1t seemed to Unice that the
man suddenly expanded. The look
of middle age fell away from him like
a mantle. His eyes flashed, his lips
curved into an expression OF grave
sweetness.
miss Lee-you did say Miss
Unice nodded. A nervous tremb-
ling seized her. She tried to hear
his voice through the hum Of her
pulses.
Thank you" he closed the book
and stood erect. A wave of crimson
ebbing from his face left it with soft
pallor.
II don't think we need look further.
You will not find your friends name
here. | don't think he is dead.
"Why2 Why2" She lifted strained
white face to his.
Because. beca use. don't you know
Can't you see ? Unice-Unice-"
For a moment he fancied she had
Slowly she opened her eyes.
"My God r she whispered, you've
come-you've come, but why"-her
voice was a heart-breaking moan now.
"Why didn't you come back2 Why
did you break my hearth WhY-oh,
why ?"
"What doyou mean2 Why should
come back ? what for2 To see
you marry jeff Brown" he broke of
and took restless turn up and down,
his hands looked together behind him.
"John," she said; John. He
stopped in front of her, tired, breath
less look on his face.
'TYou wrote me yourself not to.
Said it was better not to meet again.
God, remember the day your letter
was handed me. l was tired and
worn out after a long march. We
had nothing to eat for hours, and
with the prospect Of a heavy battle
ahead. Your letter was brief enough,
Heaven knows. First you told me
of your broken arm. That was the
excuse you made for your bad writing.
Then you went on to say, though
you still cared for me you had grown
to love JEFF Brown. must forgive
you. Ny God Ny God ! DO you
suppose I'll ever forget that letter 2
It's photographed upon my heart
here.
~ don't understand. ! never
wrote such letter. never broke
my arm. / never went with JEFF
Brown, much less expected to marry
him."
"Do you mean to say you never
wrote ths2" The man fairly Stun
bled to his desk and with an uncon-
trollable fury scattered the floor with
envelopes and letters, Suddenly he
wrenched from hidden recess a BIT
of paper discolored with age. With