The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1868-10-02
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SWEET NELLY HUNTINGDON.
BY MRS. FORESTER.
FFOm Temple Bar ro4. Septsmber.
1-.a 'SSN'Os'

IRON Temple Bar for September.
CHAPTER II.
This life is very dull and stupid ,,
ran the girls thoughts; show wish
something would happen. Ifonly Lord
LahghoImewas handsome and not lit
ne, we might fall in love with each
otner; at least, 1 don't suppose he youIlj
fall in love with simple iittle connIrv
girl ike me after he's been used 10 al
tie elegant, well-bred London women
NOT that there's an older or better
family than the Huntingdons any.
where" contradicted the little maiden,s
family pride. II shouldn't mind be.
ing very miserable. I'd rather die of a
broken heart than go on living in this
handsome and fell in love with me. II
may as well imagine IL all perfect, as il
Will never happen,) how delicious II
would bel We should meet and meat
and at last papa would find 1t ont and
pc furious, and we should be forbidden
TO see each other any more. Then he
would take me In his arms, and kiss me
once like Launcelot kissed the Queen
The last time, and when he was gone I
should grow paler and paler, and at last
should die, and have white lilies laid
upon my breast and in nv hand like
Tennyson's Elaine. Then papa would
relent, and send for Lord Langholme.
and he would come and hang over me
oroken-heartedi and then, when 1t was
would be made up, and they would
plant flowers together on my grave"
And the foolish little maiden, touch
ed by her wnpitiful story that she had
made, let the big tears gather in her
sweet brown eyes, and brim over in
great diamond drops from her long
lashes. Presently, becoming more
cheerful, she raised her eyes, and thew
lighted klndling upon great mass Of
heayen-blue forget-me-nots on the OBJ.
posite bank.
"Oh, II could only get themI" she
cried, stopping short in a suitable cpl
taph she had been composing on her
untimely end; but the attainment of
her desire seemed hardly compassable
since the stream rau between her and
the coveted treasure. True, it was very
shallow, for there had been no rain for
weeks but it was quite beyond lump
even for such agile Ieet as Miss NeIlv's,
~ must have them" she said to herself,
VI never saw such beauties. Oh, If they
were only on this side I"
The difficult is not the impossible;
and so the young lady whose thoughts
had just been centred on early death
and white lilies began to reflect on the
ways and means of obtaining the
tempting cluster of forget-me-nOts on
The sloping bank.
THERE'S no one about" she said,
looking round myateriously. "Why
shouldn't II"
or course she could not see that lust
behind clump ofRlders on the opposite
side very handsome young man was
stretched at full length, watching her
with keen admiration through the
branches. Slowly she drew of one of
the Cinderella.like slippers and The
dainty silken stocking, thereby expos.
ing TO the watchers enchanted view
footi and the conquest was complete.
or course he ought to have rushed
away like Damon, leaving little note
on the bank to say he was gone to
keep all other intruders from the sacred
spot; but perhaps he had not read
Thomson's lines, and tho idea did not
occur to him, or perhaps he feared TO
scare the pretty Hppartion away forev.
er, or perhaps he thought it was no
harm and Pm sure very few men
would have acted differently under the
circumstances. So he held his breath
while the two little slippers came off,
and the dainty little feet were plunged
ground of the little stream. Three
steps, and then eager hands stretched
toward the coveted flowers and uproot-
ed them from their nesting security.
But, alas just as Nelly turned there
was treacherOus hole in the sandy
bottom. and one little foot slipped 1t,
and got wrench that made her cry out
sharply and fall back against the bank.
In a second the young man had started
from his hiding.plac and WAS beside
her. Poor Nelly would fain have had
the hole big and deep enough to swal-
low her up altoghether; the pain of
her foot was as nothing compared
Ill. l.. l..
tresspRssing, with naked feet too, upon
Lord Laugholme's property.
" Are you hurt 2" he cried, eagerly,
without more ado putting one protect
ing arm round the terrified little form,
and standing heedlessly ankle deep in
the water.
"You won't tell Lord Langholme9"
she uttered, beseechingly, looking up
with such terror in her eyes that he al
most laughed, Visions OF this trespass
being made the occasion of another
lawsuit through the rancorous hatred
of the two families fitted agonizingly
across her innocent mind.
"I won't indeed" he answered reas-
suringly; "but don't think of him; tell
me If you are hurt"
"My footl can't move it," she said,
with look of beseeching in her eyes
like wounded deer might give.
The stranger took her up in'hls arms,
and lifted her quite gently on the high
bank.
"Let me look" he said, pleadfngly;
only anxious now about her hurt but
she blushed wildly, and hid it away
under her dress. But the pain made
her utter a sharp little cry.
"a did not know that any one was
there. Oh what will papu say? she
murmured, turning a wistiul look upon
him like distressed kitten.
ynlI E,,f hAt 70 that
one was therein he answered, soothing
G iI; you never 'o0'a nave GOV n0~s
"But 1 shall have TO go home alone"
she cried, looking at him with fright
ened eyes. Papa would find 1t out
else, aud no would never forgive me-"
What is this great mystery Why
Lord Langholme knowing that you
took fancy to a bunch Of forget-me.
nots?"
"ohl because we hate each other SO,
and are always looking out for quar-
rels, !" answered Nelly, quite sim ply.
"Who is we, If may ask2"
1.-THE Huntingdons and the Lang
"Are you quite sure the hatred is
"oh. yes. quite sure" replied Nelly.
confidently.
"And do you hate Lord Langholme,
and does he hate yon9"
"OhI don't hate him, because I new
er in my life saw him, and 1 don't sup.
pose he would take the trouble to think
about me-"
"He would be something less than
human If he hated anything half SO
lovely" said the young man with an
ardent glance.
"Please don't say those things" en-
Nall, FnIlu ti1p.