The daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1863-1864, 1863-12-07


The next moment the pale, whiterobed
bride lay like fair, still statue in Henry
Ives arms. sr1lf -taLlEr- a'
''Stand off, I say" he cried, fercely.-
g. Let no one come between me and the wo-
man / love- Ihave earned her to be my
wife-earned her by long months of pain
and suffering-sarned her by wounds upon
the battle field of the country she loved =
Do YOU say she is to be married to James
GRAY yling? What has James Grayling done
with the letters sent to his care? with all
the messages intrusted to him? She had
better be inher grave than married to James
Grayfing Mr. Atterly, yon are a just and
good man-judge between me and the
Ireacherous fox fancied was my friend"
Harry, Harry |" faltered the old man,
Z. never dreamed o. this. Tell US about 1t
my boy, for my old head swims.' -.
And Harry Ives, still holding Bessie to
his heart, revealed the story of his own
truth and James Cravings duplicity. When
he had finished the impassioned recital,
Moses Arterly clasped the brown, strong
hand between his own horny palms, ana
said solemnly: . -f.'
"My boy, 1 ask your pardon for every
doubt that ever crossed my mind, and
thank the meciful Providence that has spar
ed Bessie from being Jim drayling's wife.
We were calculatin to have weddin' here
to night, and it isn't too late yet, if Harry
hasn't no objections to bein' married % his
soldier clothes !"
"Father p iaterposed Bessie, rosy as a
whole boouet of carnations blended into
one, but Harry took her hands into his,
Whispering
Glove |! | shall not feel secure until can
call you aoite," and the remonstrance died
away upon her lips. pi..-
Are you all ready, Elder Wilkins!" said
Moses. '''cause | b'lieve the young couple
isr' ... . -'
Ah f! she looked like bride now, with the
hazel light burning in soft fires under her
long curled lashes, and the carmine dyes
coming and going upon her cheek, like
proud and happy bride.
The ceremony was scarcely over before
the silver chime of sleigh bells sounded at
the door, and James Grayling's voice was
heard exclaiming:
"I'm afraid am little late, but the
horse sprained his leg badly, and had to
change him at Squire Warrenton's, How
ever" Ir
eyes, Jim Grayling, you ares little late,
said Moses Atterly, taking prodigious
pinch of snuff; "for my darter's married al
ready" -.I
married y calculated Grayling as if half
uncertain whether his intended father-in-law
E.
lum.
"Yes-to Harry Ives"
As James Garlins's eye caught sight in
the brilliantly lighted rooms beyond of the
young soldier bending his tall head to listen
osome whispered word from Bessie, he
turned dull, dead yellow, and chill dew
broke arouud his mouth.
"What does this meant" he asked.
at means, Jim Grayftng, that you're a
scoundrel!' said the old man, with sudden
fire flashing in his eyes. "There's the open
door; leave this house before Harry Ives
sets eyes onyou, for he's a spirited lad, and
mischief might come Of it! And, bark ye,
never let me see your vilainous face again"
Silently, and like wounded snake, James
Grayling crept out into the chill darkness
of the tempestuous night, detected and
and disappointed man. And so effectually
did he take Moses Atterly's advice, that
the little village in the hollow knew his
name and presence no more.
And Bessie Ives, the happiest little wife
in the world, sings softly over her work,
counting the days until "when this cruel
war is over," she shall welcome her soldier
husband back to the grand old pine forests
of Maine once more.