Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1852-09-03

i | t'1is better In tail
| BE Agamcmion, than himself indeed"
| Yet she sometimes wished it had been Mr.. Blythe.
| The opinion of her father had great weight with
her; but, more than that, she felt tnstincvely that
he the safer man 10 be entrusted with n wo-
mans happiness. If there had been doubt II
her father had not assured her that ttMr. Blythe
came from most respectable family" If the secret
had wavered between then5 she would have given
up Bellaurc without sigh. Blythe was every
| thing she admired and wished for in husbands; but
the man who had made himself for her, by devo
ton Unparalleled even in her reading of fiction,
held captive her dazzled imagination, II not her
grateful heart. She made constant efforts only to
think OF Bellaure, but the efforts were preceded
omnously witha sigh.
And now Beaure's star seemed in the ascen-
dant, for urgent business called Mr.. Wynne to the
city; and on the succeeding day MI Blythe follow
ed him. though with assurance of a speedy re-
turn. Mabel was left under the care of an indul-
gent chaperon, who took pleasure in promoting
the happiness of the supposed lovers; and driving,
lounging, waltzng and promenadlng, Bellalure
pushed his suit with ardor unremitted. He was
skful master of the art of wooing, and 1t would
have been a difficult woman, indeed, who would
not have been pleased with his society; but the
secret in MabeFs breast was the spell by which he
| held her.
ceipt of unexpected news and left suddenly for
New York, to MaLeps surprise, exactng no promise
at parting, though she felt that she should have
given it with reluctance. Thcmnll, on the second
|
father, requesting her immediate return; and more
important still, note from her incosnlto lover. 1t
ran rs this:
You will recognize my hand writing again. l
have little to say, for abandon the intentions had
formed 10 comment on your apparent preference.-
Your happiness is in your own hands, Clrcumstan-
ces, which will be explained to you, compel me
to urge you to All Immediate choice. On your af-
rival at home You will meet me IN your iathers %
house. where / shall call to await you. con-
fess, tremblingly, that still cherish hope IL
am not deceived-if you can consent TO love me
|-f my long devotion is to be rewarded-taSe my
hand when you meet me. That moment VIII de-
eide, the value OF my life. But be prepared also
to name another if you love him, for there Is n
necessity, which cannot explain TO you till You
have chosen your husband, that this ckolce should
be made on your arrival lruSt anu tofelHe oNc
| who has so long loved you.
Mabel pondered long on this strange letter.
Her spirit AT moments rcvo.tca against ITS appar-
ent dctation; but there was The assurance winch
she could not resist trusting that all could De eA-
planned and forgiven At all events, she was AT
liberty to fulfil its rcQuSitiOns not and she could
decide when the time came. Happy was Mabel
l-unconsciousy l,appy-in the generosity ana DC
licacy other unnamed lover Her iatlcr' by one oi
| the sudden rcverses of mcrchantlle iOrlune, had
been stripped of his wealth i'll a day. Stunned
| and broken, he knew not how 10 Lreak mo
his daughter but he lad written for her to renrn.
His sumptuous house had been sold over his heati.
| vet The purchaser, whom hc did not know, had
literally offered him the use of it, till his affairs
| were settled And mean time, his rum was made
public. The news oft, indeed, had reached Sar-
atoga before the departure of Mabel; but there was
none willing to wound her by speaking oil IL.
| The day was one of the sweetest oil summer, and
rs the boat plowed her way down the Hudson, Ma
bel sat on the deck, lost in thought. Her tathers
opinion of Bellaurc, and his probable dispieasure
at her choice, weighed uncomiortabiy on her mina.
Size turned her thoughts upon Gr. Blythe, and felt
surprised at the pleasure with which she re,Iiem-
bered his kind manners and his trust-inspirng look.
She began to reason with herself more calmly than
she had power 10 do with her lovers around her.
She confessed 10 herself that Bclalnre might have
the romantic perseverance shown in the career OF
the chimney-swcep, and still be deficient in qualI-
ties necessary to domestic happiness There seem
ed to be something false about Beilaiihfc. ohe
could not say in what way, but he had SO impressed
her 4 long days silent reflection deepened this
impression. and Mabel arrived at the city with
changed feelings. She prepared herself TO meet
| him at her fathers house, AMI SHOW nm by ltf
manner that she could accept neither his hand nor
his fortune.
| Mr.. Wymne was Mt The dc Is. receive his daugh-
ter and Mabel felt relicyc'. @. she thought that
his presence wonld bar al explanation between
herse and Bcllaliurc. The old man embraced her
with an clusion oftcars which she did not quite ul-
derstand, but he led her 10 the drawing room, ana
closed the door, Mr.. Blythe stood before her
Forgetting the letter--tliSsociatcd wholly rs IL
was in her mind, with Mr.. Blythe-Mabcl ran TO
him with frank cordiality, and gave him her hand
Blythe stood moment-his hand trembling in hers
-and as a suspicion of the truth flashed suddenly
on Mabel's mind, the generous lover drew her 10
his bosom, and folded her pasSionately IN his en-
brace. Mabels struggles were slight, and her hap
piness Unexpectedly complete
The marriage was like all other marriages.
Mr. Wynnc had drawn little OIL his imagina-
| ton in recommending Mr.. Blythe to his daughter
as /" young man of a most respectable famlly.
Mr.. Blythe the purchaser OF Nir: Wynnes
superb house, and the old man ended his days un-
der its roof-happy to the last in the society OF the
Blythe's, large and little.
Mr. Bellalure turned out 10 be clever adven-
turer, and had Mabel married him, she would have
been Mrs. Bellnllure No. 2-possibly No. 8; dc
thought himself too nice man for a monopoly.
l think my story is told-if your imagination has
filled up the interstics, that is to say.
u5s The "anticpated duel,'' which was talked
of a week or more ago, between Col. J. Y. Gun
ningham and DR.. VIM. Collins, of Portsmouth
Va, appears not to have been at any time "anticl-