The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1868-10-01
cause your papa 'ud never forgive me

CAUSE your phpA Iuu uoN0A AOA6A'S AAS
"No, no, mol" cried Nelly, eXcitedly,
ready TO promise anything in her fever
ish curiosity; sis it likely ~
"Well. the last Lords brother. the
Honorable Adrian Langholme,4 and
your aunt Eleanor, met somehow In
the q ounds, an, fell in love with each
other, and a very handsome young
couple they was: but when your grand
pa and pa heard of it they were furi-
Gus, am threatened to turn her out OF
doors II ever she spoke to him again.
And at last they made her marry Mr..
Carmichael, a man old enough to be
her father, sorely against her Will, poor
soul! After she was married, she and
Mr.. Adrian met up in London, an at
last they went off together. shall
never forget, as long as live, the scene
there was with your grandpa an Lord
Langholme and Mr.. Carmichael; an
after it Col. Huntingdon had stroke,
am never left his room again.
"And aunt Eleanor, nurseW
"She went abroad, poor thingl with
Mr.. Adrian, an I've never heard what
become of her since. All L know is,
she couldn't marry the man she was
| fond OF, for Mr.. Carmichael, out OF re-
venge, wouldn't have divorce. So
you,see, my dear, it's little wonder the
two families don't bear each other much
love-"
Nelly looked meditatively Mt the ro-
settle on her fairy like bronze slipper.
well, Wilson," she said presently,
pursuing up her pretty mouth and arch
ing her curved brows, "I don't see that
the Langholmes have been any more to
blame than vein TACT; not SO mncn I.
FLUSH, my dear!n cried nurse look
ing up quite frightened; "don't you go
now for to say such things as that.
Your pa would be ready to kill me for
telling you about them at ALL"
"And has this Lord Langholme done
anything very wicked?" asked Nelly.
"WelI, dear, don't know OF any
thing particular besides bein' very wild
an fond OF the lasses."
"What's he like to look at?"
81 never set eyes on him myself, be-
cause he don't come down here at all
it's too dull, 1 suppose, am he's never
happy except he's at horse racing an
gamblin' an making love to the fine
ladies. They do tell there was bad
affair with him an Lady Millie Cope;
but it was all hushed up. Susan said
she saw gentleman up at the Court
once that must hR' been the young Lord,
am he was small an dark, with very
dissipated look, and great rings under
his eyes,"
"Ohl' said Nelly, with n disappoint-
ed air, Slipping from her favorite high
table by the window on which she had
again perched herself, lin that case
shan't take any more interest in him,
because L never could like any man
who wasn't big and fair"
uoity-toity I" cried Wilson. "What
do you know about young men at all?"
Nothing, Pm sorry 10 say" rejoin-
ed Miss Nelly, gravely; land as Pm
seventeen aud a half, IT'S high time
knew little more. / wish papa would
take me up TO London"
Wishin's little good, my dear. Your
papa's too much took up with his books
10 think OF leavin' home, and he's new
er been near London since your poor
aunt's disgrace"
II shall never get married." pouted
Nelly.
My dear, marriages are made i'll
heaven, as the sayin' is; and If it's or
dained you're to be married, why. mar
ried you'll be-"
We'll, then, the man will have to be
dropped down through the clouds, for
he'll never come in at the gates" cried
Miss Huntingdon, sententiously.
Now, Miss Nelly, suppose you so
and take II walk before dinner; it'll do
you good"
But il's SO stupid walking ont alone,
nurse"
"WelI, then, have your horse round,
and 20 for II ride"
Oh! it's much too hot for riding this
weather. lll take book, and go down
10 the brook-side."
II wouldn't 40 that way, my dear, II
was you. It's just the boundary to
Lord LHnEholme's estate, and your
pa can't bear any one to 90 near there"
"But where's the harm If Lord Lang
holmes not at home?"
"Well, my dear, 1 wouldn't go Ii L
was you" said nurses voice, retreatiuS
down the Epassage. But Miss Nelly
was as determined as most of her sex,
of whom it has been said truthfuily
enough:
"If she Will. she Will, you may depend en'i;
And II she wont'C, the won't, and there's an
end ont"
SO she slung her hat under her arm,
took her fHvorite LGiiG Ro0kh under
her arm, and wandered listiessly of in
the direction OF the brook. Arrived
there, she threw herself down by the
margin under a shelteripg tree, and de-
voted herself TO specutatIDg upon the
feuds OF the Langholns and the Hunt
ingdous.
lao BE CONTINUED