The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1868-10-03


na ~ OF ah,honesty and chivhlry, j
IL oseiins to-entertain any proposi.
non rom yop whatever,, said MI,
anntlngdon, still, in the same nm.
noved tone. You have forced yonr.
sett lAto my presence. If you are a
ts II you will hardly require me
iesS pe "a, my request that you should
vo Tisp'H mnrmured Nelly, In atiaed
room at once.' '--S
Nelly, said Lord Langholme, stretch.
n Ing olt ms arms to her as she gave a
mol by =, this is too mutbp cried
~! ar. huntingdon, passionately,5 nelly.
II you let that blackguard lay as much
as one nnger upon You, you leave NV
mouse tonight and forever, TO your eter-
nal digrace! Goto your room this in
stanll' ana In paroxysm of terror the
poor child obeyed.
ho mere ave were harsh, passionate words
oeteen the two men, aud then the door
opened again, and Lord Laneholme
S1rode away down the avenue, and Mr.,
huntingdon sat conYulsed with passion
alone IN the darkness. Bitter were the
l5eproaches he heaped on Nelly the next
aay wnen he sent for her, and she with
ITetn ping steps obeyed his summons.
And poor Nelly, covering and
shrinking, left the stern angry pre-.
sence, and went to cry her poor little
heart out on Wilson'S faithful breast,
LORD Langholme had written q very
temperate, straightforward letter to Mr..
huntingdon, begging him to reconsider
ms decision, and speaking with honest
eloquence of his great love for NeIIv.
Dut the inyeterate foe of his house never
even Vouchsafed him an answer: and
WIN sore angry heart, the young man
went away and tried to divert his
thoughts from the pain of his unsatis-
fed longing.
The dreaTy days erept into Autumn,
and Autumn into Winter, with a dull
stagnation that tried poor Nelly sorely;
men, at last, came a terrible event to
oreak the monotony. One frosty morn
Ing Mr.. Huntingdon went out riding,
as usual, and three hours later was car.
rted back to the Hall, dead. The horse
had stumbled violently. and Mr.. Hunt
lhSdon was thrown on his head with
such force that he never spoke again,
On the terrible days and weeks that
followed, during which poor Nelly
wandered about in an agony of misery
and remorse. upbraidlng herself bit
terly that che had not been better or
more loving daughter to the dead man.
Poor. little soull she had not much
cause for self.reproaeh, since all her
little efforts of kindness and good will
had been received with GOODNESS, and OF
late days even repealed.
Mr.. Huntingdon left no will; his
brother came into the property, and
Nelly was but poorly provided for.
'of course you will live with us, my
dearT her uncle said kindly, 'and 1
hope You and your cousins will be great
friendsS And the poor sorrow. stricken
child acquiesced family, and looked
forward with some pleasure to the com.
ing of the two girls, the youngest of
whom was her own age. 1t was ar
ranged that Nelly should remain at
the Hall with Wilson until June, when
MIR. and Mrs. Huntington and family
would come from town TO take possess
| sion. But their arrival did not bring
much amelioration of Nelly's fate
Her cousins were fashionable young
ladies, with their heads full of vanity
and frivolity, aud they affected to de-
spise the country-bred girl who had
enjoyed fewer advantages, but who,
they were forced to acknowledge in
their jealous hearts, was sweetly pretty,
and a lady to the tips of her dainty fin
gers. li.
easY-going and less stern than his dead
brother, and his wife was q fashionable
woman with bat one view in life, which
was the establishments of her daughters.
She had been an heiress; SO the Hun
tingdou property was likely to be con-
siderably benefited by the change of
hands.
'Or course, my dear Stanley she
said to her husband the day after their
Rrrival-'of course we shall make
things very different from what they
were in your poor brother'S time. He
lived in the most absurd seolusion, but
we must let it be known mt once that
ma int IN Wait oil Tho nd
as for the ridiculous quarrel between
your family and the LangholInes, the
sooner it Is made up the better. The
idea of carrying on traditional feud
with such Pdrti as Lord LanRholme
would be too absurd. L hope you will
take the first opportunity Of asking
him over to dinner.'
And Mr.. Huntington, being a sensi-
BILE man, made no demur to the sage
counsel of his wife. OF course they
had not the faintest idea of the episode
between the handsome young Earl and
poor little pale Nelly.
So when a decent time had elapsed,
the HuHtingdons visited and enter
tanned; but the little country cousin
never shared their gayety. In ner shy
ness, at first she had declined entering
into society with them, and afterward
they utterly ceased to include her in
any of their arrangements. 1t was
LdhluA Oub bnO ElAlS2 h4lE
Huntingdon said, and inwardly in her
heart she was we'll content to leavesnch
a dangerous rival at home.
One day, they were all sitting at
breakfast, Mabel said to her mother:
Mamma what shall wear to. night?
1t was simple remark; Nelly heard
many such: and it passed UNDECIDED;
butIhe answer sent the blood thrilling
TO her face and neck SO that sue Was
Iain to rise from the table aud walk
away tothe window.
You must be sure and look your best,
dear; Lord LapRholme is coming to-
night
den, with a surginR brain. What
should she do? Should she confide in her
aunt. and ask her to let her come down
to dinner Tor once? But suppose Lord
LanghoIme had ceased to think OF her,
land there was bitter consciousness In
Nelly's heart that he had never sent her
a line or word since her fathers death
to prove that he remembered her,)
she would incur the sneers and con.
tempt of her cousins, and that would
make her die of shame. And they
were SO handsome, SO accomplished, SO
we'll dressed; she, in her dowdiness,
would make a mean contrast to them.
Perhaps-and her heart throbbed with
sore pain at the thought-perhaps he
would fall in love with one OF them,
and then--'I hope shall diet she cried
TO herself, with exceeding bitterness.
ooh, Adrian, my love, you would not
| be so cruel!
She had NOT courage to go into the
drawing room, but wandered about
miserably all the summer evening, pic
turing his blue eyes beaming on other
faces, and his frank kind voice making
music in other ears. Poor little Nelly !
CHATTER vi.
And Lord Langholmel had he really