The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1868-10-01

They're bad lot, my dear, that's
what they are, and they say the young
Lords as wild as any of emp
"Why does papa hate them SO, nurse,
and why won't he ever let their names
be mentioned?"
tits a long story, Miss Nelly, and
it's been tho same for the last five gen.
erations-a family quarrel; but, 1 sup
pose, 1t 'ull die out with your papa,
now hos got no son TO leave the old
hatred to-"
"But, nurse, were they all really so
bad7"
"Well, my dear, don't know; we've
we was children, and, of course, my
father and grandfather took their mas
ter's side, and hadn't good word for
the Langholmes; but their own people
stuck to 'em through thick and thin,
and say a more generous, hiRh-sptrited
family never breathed. They've always
been rather a wild lot; but then, dear,
as the sayIn' is, the old gentleman him
self isn't as black as he's painted"
"But why did we quarrel with them2
What began it allT"
"well, dear, the first beginning WAS
bad one, and It never healed up, and
so it's gone on up to this very day. And
1 must say the Langholmes have been
willing to make It up, and the old Lord
your papa was set against it, and turn
ed his back upon him before the whole
hunting-field."
but, nurse, want to get at the
story, and you won't come TO it," and
pretty Nelly Huntingdon tapped lit
tie impatient foot on the polished floor
of the housekeeper's room.
"My dear, 1 think your papa would
be displeased with me If wns to tell
You."
"But papa won't know"
"Well, Miss Nelly, you know that's
worse, TO do things behind peoples
backs YOU wouldn't do to their faces"
high wooden table in front OF the lat
ticed window, and craued her pretty
neck out to pull great cluster OF the
old fashioned red roses with open yell
low centres that nodded over the trellis-
work.
"Now," she said, fastening them in
the front OF her white dress. and swing
ing her lite feet to and fro, Ego on,
nurse"
Wilson stirred her tea, pursed up her
mouth, and with contracted brow pro-
ceeded to ruminate rs to the approved
fashion of commencing a story.
"Well, my dear, it's SO long ago since
almost forget. You'll make yourself
in"-this as she saw Nelly helping her
self incontinently TO another great
spoonful Of jam.
mo I shan't. Now, do go on, you
tiresome, provoking old thing!"
"Well. now, let me see. You know
the picture they call the Black Hun
let mo think OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES,
great-great. great. grandfather-"
"It's all the same" said Nelly with
her mouth full.
mo, my dear, irs not all the same;
because one was him, mud OF course
the other 'ud be his SON."
"All right, go on.
"And you know the pretty, pale, sor-
rowful-loOking lady in the panel by
the big chimney corner"
Eyes, Lady Isabel"
"weil, Black Huntington and LORD
Langholme, lat least no was only Sir
Vivian then-his nephew WAS the first
Earl)-Black Huntidgdon and Sir VII
Wan were both in love with her from
the time they were boys, aud she favor
ed Sir Vivian always from tho first.
Well, that didn't hinder Black Hunt
ingdon from going altor her, more par
ticular as the Earl. her father, cOun'
tenauced his suit 1t was different in
those days, you know, dear-th0 Lang
holmes were down and the Hunting
dons were up then; now it's all the
other way, and they've got their turn
in the scale. He WAS au awful jealous
disposition was Black Huntington, and
would come home half mad sometimes
aften he had seen Lady Isabel and
Vivian together, or else go scourin' the
country like the wind on his black
horse, Satan. Once he went OF for
days and days, nobody KNOWN what
had become OF him, and his people be-
gan TO he frightened aud search the
country round, when one night he
IN
storm of thunder and lightning, look
ing for all the world like ghost, and
.SGidn all in a reek of smoke and foam.
Hehardly touched food, and night after
night they heard him walking up and
down, up and down, in the great gal
lery, sometimes giving a sort of
choked groan like. That was when
tpouId have Sir Vivian, and the Earl
had given his consent, Well. a month
before they was TO have been married
tho wnr broke out, and Vivian had to
go OF to the army. Poor thinRsi There
was a sad to do with them, 1 believe (;
she chung to him, and went on her
knees to him not TO go, or to take her
too; but of course that wasn't possible,
and he was brave young fellow and
wouldn't shirk his duty. So he went
with a sore heart, and she cried, and
said, ITS all over, an We shall never
be anything more to each other now
And she stood still ut the castle gate,
watching him ride OF down the hill,
and then she tainted, and they carried
her of to her room, and for many a
long day they thought she'd never come
out again except III her collin. Well
the Huntin9donS was always reckoned
all honorable race OF men; but love will
make the best do strange things at
times, and Black Huntingdon wasn't
. In n
had been gone some time, he set wild
stories aflOat about him; and II came to
Lady IsaDel's ears that her lover was
faithless, and had married a foreign
lady. So months went on, and she
grieved and walled and lamented; but
no other tidings of her love came to her;
and then her father and mother per.
suaded her, and Black Huntington was
always at the castle, so at last the poor
soul Welded and they were married. He
WAS dotingly fond OF her in his Jealous
savage kind OF way;but when no saw she
wouldn't smile on him. or care for his
love or his company, he turned bitter
upon her, and was always reproachin'
OF her, as II IL was her fault, poor lamb
and then she used to wander about,
with her poor wan face looking like a
ghost, an crying sometimes lit to
break her heart. And at last Sir VII
Wan came home, and went first quite
joyful to the castle TO see DIS OLD love.
When they told him she was married
to Black Huntington, he stood like one
turned to stone; an then, without a
word, he mounted his horse and came
of straight to the Hall. He passed the
servants without a word, and went
straight into the room where my lady
sal; and she sprang to him with a great
cry, am he took her In his arms; they
clasped together as II they'd never part
any more, and so Black Huntington
uI-ia, otood nm tooathar in tho haach