The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1869-02-23
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HThis nv niece, Miss Dorothy Stan
bury. from Nuncombe Putney." Do
rothy was about to make some formal
acknowledgement of the Introduction,
when Brooke Burgess came up to her,
and shook her hand heartily. "She
lives with me,n continued the aunt.
And what has become of Hughp
said Brooke.
"We never talk of him." said Miss
Stanbury, gravely.
Il hope there's nothing wrongY l
hear of him very often in London"
'My aunt anC he don't agree,-that's
all" said Dorothy.
"He has given up his profession as
barrister,-in which he might have lived
like gentleman" said Miss Stanbury,
"and has taken to writing for a peaDy
newspaper"
Everybody does that now, Miss Stan
bury"
81 hope you don't, Mr.. Burgess"
all Nobody would print anything
that wrote. ! don't write for anything,
certainly
I'm very glad to hear it," said Miss
Stanbury.
Brooke Burgess, or Mr.. Brooke, ashe
came to be called very shortly by the
servants in the house, was cookbook
ing man, with black whiskers and black
hair, which, as ne said, was beginning
to be thin on the top of his head, and
pleasant, small bright eyes. Dorothy
thought that next to her brother Hugh
he was the most good -natured looking
man she had ever seen. He was rather
below the middle height, and somewhat
| inclined to be stout. But he would
boast that he could still walk his twelve
miles in three hours, and would add that
as long as be could do that he would
never recognize the necessity ofpntting
himself on short commons. be had a
well-cut nose, not quite aquiline, but
tending that way, chin with dimple
on it, as sweet as ever declared the OK
cellence of mans temper. Dorothy
Immediately began to compare him with
her brother Hugh, who was to her, OF
all men, the most godlike. 1t never &C.
Cured to her to make any comparison
between Mr.. Gibson and MIR. Burgess.
Her brother Hugh was the most godlike
of men; but there was something godlike
also about the new conner. Mr.. Glib
son, to Dorothy's eyes, was by no means
divine.
81 used to call you Aunt Stanbury,"
said Brooke Burgess to the old lady.
Gam to go on doing it now I"
"You may call me what you like, "
said Miss Stanbury. "Only-dear me
Il never did see anybody so much al
tered" Before she went up to dress
herself for dinner, Miss Stanbury was
quite restored to her goOd-humor, as
Dorothy could preoGive.
The dinner passed off we'll enough.
Mr.. Gibson at the head of the table,
did, indeed, look very much out of
his element, as though he coneeiy-
ed that his position revealed to the
outer world those ideas of his in re-
gard 10 Dorothy which ought to
have been secret for while longer.
There are few men who do not feel
ashamed of being paradea before the
world as acknowledged suffers, whereas
ladies accept the position with some
thing almost of triumph. The lady,
perhaps, regards herself as the success
ful angler, whereas the gentleman is
conscious ofsome similitude to the I'M
successful fish. Mr.. Gibson, though he
was not yet gasping in the bas-
ket, had some presentiment of this
feeling, which made his present seat
of honor unpleasant to him. Brooke
Burgess, at the other end of the
table, was as gay as lark. Mrs. Mac
Hugh sat on one side of him, and
Miss Stanbury on the other, and he
laughed at the tive old ladies, reminding
them of his former deings in Exeter
how he had hunted Mrs. MacHugh's cat,
and had stolen Aunt Stanbury's best
apricot jam, till everybody began to
perceive that he was quite success.
Even Sir Peter Mancudy laughed at his
jokes, and Mrs. Powell, from the other
side of Sir Peter, stretched her head for
ward so that she might become one OF
the gay party.
To be Continued.