The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1869-05-11
HE KNEW he WAS RIGHT.
BY ANTHONY TROLLOPE.
Continued
CHAPTER LV.
THE REPUBLICAN BROWNING

Mr.. Glascock had returned to Naples
after his sutferiDgs in the dlnlng-room
OF tho American minister, and by the
middle of February was back again IN
Florence His father was still alive,
and it was said that the old lord would
now probably live through the winter.
And il was understood that Mr.. Glas-
cock would remain in Italy. He had
declared that he would pass his time
between Naples, Rome, and Florence;
but it seemed TO his friends that Flor |
ence was, of the three, the most to his
taste. He liked his room at the York
Hotel, and he liked being in the capital.
That was his own statement His friends |
said that he liked being with Garry
Spalding, the daughteS of the American
minister; but none of them, then in Tia
ly, were sufficiently intimate with him
to express that opinion to himself. -
1t had been expressed more than once
to Carry Sp&lding. The world in gen
eral says such things to ladies more
openly than il does to men, and the prob
ability of girls success in matrimOny
is canvassed in her hearing by those
who are nearest to her with freedom
which can seldom be used in regard to a
man. most intimate friend hardly
speaks to him of the prospect of his
marriage till he himself has told that
the engagement exists. The lips of no
living person had suggested TO Mr..
Glascock that the American girl was to
become his wife; bat a great deal had
been said TO Garry Spalding about the
conquest she had made. Her uncle, her
aunt, her sister, and her great friend,
Miss Petrie, the poetess,-the Republ-
can Browning, as she was called,-had
ali spoken TO her about il frequently.
Olivia had declared her conviction that
the thing was TO be. Miss Petrie
had with considerable elOguence ex-
planned To her friend that that English
title, which was but the ella ter of sound
ing brass, should be regarded az a draw
back rather than as an advantage. Mrs
Spalding, who was no postess, wOuld
undoubtedly have welcomed Mr.. Glas
cock rs a son III. Law with all a mothers
energy. When told By Miss Petrie that
old Lord Peterborough was a tinkling
eymbal, she snapped angrily at her gift
ed cOuntrywoman. But she was too
honest woman, and too conscious also
of her daughters strength, to say a
word to urge her on. Mr.. Spalding as
ut the court of a European sOvereig gu,
felt that he had full as much TO give as
TO receive; but he was well inclined TO
do both. He would have been web
pleased TO talk about his nephew Lord
Peterborough; and he loved his niece
dearly But by the middle of February
he was beginning To think that the mat
ter had been long enough in training.
-, I,n,r,h1, Tl,,,nnly
thing, why did he not speak out his
mind plainly' The American minister
in such matters was accustomed to
fewer ambageS than were common in
the circles among which Mr.. Glascock
had lived.
In the mean time Caroline Spalding
was suffering. She had allowed herself
10 think that Mr.. Glascock intended to
propose to her, and had acknowledged
To herself that were he to do so she
would certainly accept him. All that
she had seen of him, since the day on
which he had been courteous to her
about the seat in the diligence, had been
3 pleasant to her. She had felt the charm
of his manner, his education, and his
gentleness, and had told herselfthat with
all her leve for her own country, she
would willingly become an Englishwo-
man for the sake of being that mans
wife. But nevertheless the warnings
Of her great friend, the poetess, had not
been thrown away upon her. She would
put away from herself as far as she
could any desire to become Lady Pc
terborough. There shsuld be no bias in
the mans favor on that score. The tink.
ling cymbal and the sounding brass
should be nothing TO her. But yet
vet what a charm was there here for
hsri "They are dishonest, aud rotten
at the core" said Miss Petrie, trying to
make her friend understand that "A free
American should under no CITcum
stances place trust in an English arISto
crat. Their country, Carry, Is a game
played out, while We are still breasting
the hill with our Young lungs full of
air" Garry Spalding was proud of her
intimacy with the Republican Brown
ing; but nevertheless she liked Dir.
Glascock: and when Mr.. GlaScock had
been ten days in Florence, on his third
visit TO the city, and had been four or
i've times at the embassy without ex-
pressing his intentions in tho proper
FORM Garry Spaiding began to think
thSt she bad better save herself from a
heartoresk while salvation might be
NWithln her reach. She perceived that
her uncle was gloomy and almost angry
g. when he spoke of Mr.. Glascock. and
that her aunt was fretful with disan.
pointment. The Republican BROWNING
had uttered almost note of trinmnb.
and had it not been that Olivia persist
ed, Garry Spalding would have CON
sented to go away with Miss Petrie To
Rome, "The old stones are rotten too. {"
said the pOetess; "but their dust tells no
lies" That-well-known piece of hers,
Ancient marbles, while, We crumble,
was written at this time, aud contained
an occult reference to MI Glascock and
her triend.
But Livy Spalding chung to the ALI
ance. She nrnhnhlp knaSn her sister,