The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-11-17

would not 90 II heIwas.'
What 10 The inatterr asked Mrs
Crloton as I dropped Into a chair beside
her, ....0
'oh nothing much. wouldn't sew
any more II / was you. How nice Il
must be 10 have 0 beau
I never shall forget the reproachful
look she cast upon meas lfBhe was try.
Ing to see clearly through forrest Of
sorrow.
'Rebecca, / think II would be much
nicer to be allowed 10 mind my own
business
It seemed as II tea never would DO
ready. Miss Pecksnif had her hands
In the bulscult at least an hour, before
they were ready for the oven, Dick
was bringing Ia wood for the night,
and stopped atler every armful 10 con-
dole with her because Mr.. UantolonC
had been such big goose aA not Ia
propose to her instead OF Mrs. OrIcton,
Il wouldn't marry him II he was
made Of gold, she declared triumphant.
ly, and her shrlll notes reached The
comfortable little party by the sitting
room fire. I saw Aunt Deborah snli.
Ing.
'You cit opposite Mr.. Cantelope, said
Dick, when we'were ut last summoned
70 our repast.
So did.
Mrs. CrioLon sat next to me, and Dick
beside Mr.. Cantelope. My uncle and
aunt occupied their respective ends OF
the table, and Miss PecksniH stood
round and waited upon US, With her
face looking 10 II II had been tied In a
double bow knot and wouldn't come
straight again, n.tN..
Alter the blessing was asked, Dick
passed the broad. and the butter, and
the pickles, and the cold meat, and the
doughnuts, 10 Cantelope. Aunt De-
borah inquired after his family.
Il have nobody just now bat a daueh-
ter about the size Of your Rebecca here,
(how 1 pitled her.) She's pretty well,
but wants 10 60 to the factory 10 live,
My wife has been dead nigh about
0 year, and lt's pretty lonesome
life
Dick passed the doughnuts, and tho
pickles, and the cold meat, and the but.
ter, and the bread, and plnched Mrs.
Cricton, but was sorry for It the next
moment.
4 have a good kind OF o house over
In Norton, and l am a flrst.rate pro.
Wider. l always keep a barrel OF pork
In my cellar, bins fall Of potatoes, and
onions, and carrots, etc. Then there Is
all the corn meal and rye flour q wo.
man wants TO use. Nobody ls ever
sorimped-'
Dick passed the biscuit, the dough-
nuts, the cold meat, the pickles, and
the bread, and the old gentleman, in
tent only upon overwhelming those
present with his invaluable traits Of
character, allowed his plate 10 over
flow, and busied himself with pilIng
up the provisions in heaps for some
distance on the table, while he went on
illustrating:
Il furnish plenty Of wood to keep one
fire always roaring. l like good old.
fashioned fire places. They are much
more soclable than your black stoves,
and save candles too. I am a kind
sRsE my my wives would all tell you
How many have you hadT Inter
rupted Dick, holding the plate OF
doughnuts for Mr.. CanteIope to take
his fifth.
three. I have been uncommonly
Inflated In my coDjugal relations. NV
first wife took the consumption young.
My second had the heart disease, and
was always ailing. My third commits
ted sulcIde.'
In trying to balance his last biscuit
upon doughnut Mr.. Cantelope failed,
and was brought suddenly to a realizing
sense Of his greediueSs by the view be-
fore him. l did not help the matter
any by q bit Of suppressed laughter,
he was actually embarrassed for a
minute or two. Then, turning 10 Dick
he asked:
Were you ever crossed In love, young
man?' ~
Only very little as yet, sir replied
Dick, gravely.
Then you cannot understand nv
present feelings. My heart Ia suffering,
hence am absent-minded.'
Your heart, slr! Don't you know It's
nothing but q. great force-pump? 1t ia
your brain that Is In danger from I'M
requited atIeCLion.'
True, true. have had trouble be-
fore, but nothing like thls.' He looked
across the table towards Mrs. Cricton,
who was slipping her tea In silence.
May l not hope for n relapse from your
uualterable deOislon2' he asked In a dc.
spairing voice.
mo, sir.'
So promptly and yet 80 quietly spok.
en- that we all felt there was nothing
more to be said, evUn In Jest. Aunt De.
borah and Uncle Felix adroilly turned
the conversation, and we soon ailer re-.
turned TO the sitting room. After the
chores were done, Miss PeCksnifT, as
was her wont, came In with her knit
ting. Mr.. Cantelope talked with Uncle
Felix. Dick worked at his Latin les~
son, and 1 made pictures on the slate
instead Of studying, and kept showing
them to Mrs. Oricton, About 0 O'CLOCK
we were electrified by another musical
tornado from Mr.. Cantelope's nasal or
gan, and lie addressed q few remarks to
Miss Pecksniff.
How would you like to change your
'What?'
Don't you think PecksnIT sounds
very oddly7'
Il is good enough for me-
How old are you2'
Seems 10 me that ls medllIng with
what Ia none OF your business, and |
don't know, anyhow
Have you any objection to becoming
Mrs; Simeon Cantelope2'
'What2'
III you got all them vlctuals that we
had for supper, I think you are the
smartest woman I have ever seen yet,
and l would like TO make you my
wife,
She opened her mouth wide and
looked him square In the face without
saying word.
WIN you have me2'
She waited full five minutes after
that, and then turned her head slowly,
and fixing her eyes on the fire, she said
hesitatingly: =
Il don't mind II I do.'
As nobody had any earthly objections
10 her getting married, and as my uncle
offered 70 buy her a bureau and a hall
dozen chairs, the arrangements were
soon made. When Dick Wiokedlv
quoted her former remarks, she replied:
I did not know that he wanted me
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