The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1868-10-03
SWEET NELLY RuNTINGnnN
by MRS. FoRREsTRR.
From Temple Bar for September.
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4 fElt4 CHATTER ". g.t
Nm'y que le premier pas qui coutes
AS days went by, each Summer after.
noon found Nelly and her new friend
by the brook.side.
nights OF pouring rain, which Kept the
lovers apart, and taught them how
| dear they had become to each other
Capt. WELLESLEY went down to the brook
not daring to hope, and yet unable tc
stay away; but poor Nelly who would
not have minded in the least beinp
soaked to the skin, could not invent
any excuse plausible enough for put
ting, her dainty feet outside the door.
step. So she wandered about very I'm.
happy and disconsolate, looking such g
picture that Wilson felt it incumb hem
on her to chide severity. But the third
day it was fine, and even before this
appointed time Nelly went with light
heart and bounding steep to keep heI
tryst. BE was first even then; but oh
blank Disappointment the brook had
strong. and lovers have an absurd
mania for being close together.
What is to be done?' said Captain
Adrian.
'ohl 1 suppose we can talk lust as
we'll from here,' said Nelly rather
DlanRlY.
No we can't darling answered the
young man, embodied by distance. Il
shall cometo you.'
But you can'tp
Can't 1?' and in moment he had
jumped into the water up to his waist,
and was wading through, finally pre-
senting himself at her feet dripping
like a water spaniel.
'on how could your cried Nelly, re.
proachfully.
It's only what often do when I'm
fishing he answered, laughing. Bot
since you seem to think so much of 1t,
won't you reward me for my exploit q
this with very shy glance for such "a
self possessed young gentleman. He
bent down over her, and she lfturned
away, rather frightened ana exceeding
ly bright colored. His lips just brushed
her cheek as though not content with
that for a resting-place, and then
paused somewhat lower down.
'Oh don'tp cried Nelly, deeper Grim
son than ever.
Il could not help it, he said, peni.
tently. Don't be angry
The same evening at dinner Nelly re-
ceived a piece of intelligence that made
her utterly and hopelessly miserable.
said Mr.. Huntington, and brought a
letter from his sister, asking you to
spend week with her,
'Oh papap cried Nelly. trembling,
and very white; please, don't want to
Nonsense y uttered her father sharp
". You will grow up like young
savage here without any woman's So
ciety, and, besides, 1 would not on any
account offend Miss Swayne. You are
to go to- morrow morning.
Indeed, papa, can't! cried poor
Nelly, growing quite desperate at this
last piece of Intelligence.
why not?' asked Mr.. Huntington,
with a frown. .s.-
My Dress murmured Nelly, quite at
her wits end for an excuse.
Il have already consulted Wilson on
the subject, and she tells meyour ward
robe is in perfect order
Il don't want to go, papa, pleuse,'
cried Nelly, despairingIy, with big
tears in her eyes.
you will do as / desire,' returned
Mr.. Huntingdon, SO sternly, that Mel
" dared not appeal any further against
his command. So The poor child went
to her room and sobbed bitterly, and all
that night she scarcely closed her poor
swollen eyelids. She could not let
Capt, WELLESLEY know, and he would
think all kinds OF dreadful things of
her, and when she came back from her
hateful, m1SeraDle WISH TO mat pF1iT Ola
maid, Miss Swayne, he would be gone,
tired of waiting for her, and she would
never see, him again. Obi the miser-
able blank and dearthtn her life hence
forward for evermore, after having
once tasted how sweet II might be made.
Bat there was no help tor 1t; go che
must; and accordingly, the next day,
heavy hearted and heavy.lidded, the
poor child got into the carriage, and
was driven of tothe Larehes. u
The next day went son, and Adrian
WELLESLEY, going every day,to the brook
side, and never finding the little white
rose who had grown SO dear to him,
was almost beside himself. BE never
doubted in his own mind but that Mr..
Huntingdon bud heard of the meeting
by the brook, and taken measures to
prevent their seeing each other again.
He pictured to himself Il thousand
times his poor little darling, with wan
white face, shut up in that gloomy
house, looking out wistfully toward the
path leading down to the brook; and
CRYING, perhaps-crying bitterly.
II can't stand II any longer cried
the Young man. Il will go to. night
and ask her at his hands,
CHAPTER v.