The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1868-10-02

When her new friend lett her, Miss
Nelly determined, most imprudently,
to get home by herself as best she could.
Great, then, was her dismRy when she
discovered the loss of her shoe. But
there was long strip of grass that led
to the door of the housekeeper's room,
and along this the poor child llmped
slowly and painfully, her white face
whittier than ever.
Nurse flew to her at once.
Lord "a mussy upon US, Miss Nelly !
why, whatever's the matterY
I've sprained my foot" murmured
the girl, her tell-tale face betraying her.
But how, deary?-how did you do iI?'
"If tell you, will you promise me
faithfully never to let any one know?'
"MIss Nelly !" cried Wilson, aghast,
when the story was told; "and you
brook, with your foot in that state?
Why, it's enough to make you lame for
life. Aud where's your other shoe?"
II must have dropped it."
"I'll send Foley to look for It tonight.
There's the first dinner-bell.'
'Oh. Wilson how shall keep 1t from
papa2'
you go in first, before he comes out OF
the library, and I'll be bound he won't
ask you noquesttons.'
Nelly limped into the dining-room.
and took her seat at the table before the
next bell rang.
What, you first, NellyH' said her
father, coming in just us the clock
struck.
He was tall, spare man, with fine
features, that would have made him
handsome, but for the air of gloomy Sc
verify that frowned from his thoughtful
brows. This severity was a charac-
teristic of the men of the Huntington
race. They were kind and generous
nvNnrh In thu RfTofF1 hnt EfnFn tmnIn-
cable, and utterly unyieldlng; a race TO
he stanch friends and bitter foes-bet-
ter framed, indeed, for good haters
| than good lovers. No wonder all their
women-kind stood in awe of them.
| Nelly's father had for some years
past devoted himself entirely to literary
| pursuits, SO that she had enjoyed very
little of his society and companionship.
They met at meal times, when he would
ask her few Indifferent q uestions, and
she would answer them, and she was
too much afraid of him to demonstrate
any particular affection.
'Mayn't 1 read for yous or write
papaf' she had asked timidly some
| times; but the response was always:
NO, thank you, my dear; secluston
would not be good for you. Ron about
and breathe the fresh air and ride your
horse. shall do very well.
But on this evening, when she would
| fain have Deem sllenII ner IhIueE hHs
unusually laxative.
Where have you been o.day, Nellyf'
he asked, as soon as he had taken his
WHY he should have asked that ques.
ton to-day, of all others, the first time
It had ever been inconvenient to reply.
out in the woods, papa, and IL
strained my foot nttle.'
How did you manage thatP
Put my foot in hole, and twisted
the ankle
THAT comes of your romping ways,
| suppose. You really are too old to &C
racing about now, Nelly. And, Nelly
1 have something to say to you"
Yes, papa;' and her heart beat thtch
and fast with q great dread.
1 don't wish you to go Rnywher
near the lower part of,the wood for thu
next month. hear Lord Langholm
is coming to the Court with a party o
men, andI don't choose you to be seel
Nelly stopped her head over her plat
in an agony. Could her father know
anything?
Lord Langholme Is not desirabl
/ acquaintance for young ladies', pre-
ceeded Mr.. Huntingdon. with the trow
deepening on his brow; and as
rams after every petticoat he sees, Z