The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-09-04
GftattelliQentrllfgr5;
PUT YOURSELF IN HIS PLAOE.
BY CHARLES READR,
Au,hor Of "Fbul Play" "GnUtth Gaanl" etc.
CHAPTER xt.-CoNTINUED.

CHATTER AI.-CONTINUED.
Instantly an enormous punch bowl
was brought TO the host. He put bis
lips 10 II, and said, Friends, nelghborB,
wish you all q merry ChrIstnRs.'-
Then there was cheer that made the
whole house echo; and, by this time,
tho tears were running down Grace
Garden 8 cheeks.
She turned aside, 10 hide her pious
emotion, and found herself right oppo.
site the picture, with this inscription,
large and plain, In the blaze OF light
GONE INTO TRADR.'
H. In the middle OF The plous harmo-
ny, that had stirred her soul, some
biarlng trumpet had played O polka, Ia
another key, II could hardly have lars
red more upon her devotional frame,
than did this earthly line, that glared
out between two gigantic Yule candle
just lighted In honor OF Him, whose
mother was In trade when be was born,
She turnrd from It with deep repuH-
nance, and seated herself In silence at
the table. rr.l.l.ar.
Very early In the supper she made
an excuse, and retired 10 her room; and,
aS she went out, her last glance was at
the mysterious picture.
She saw IL again next morning at
break iast-time; but, II must be owned,
with different eyes. II was no longer
ContrAsted with religious ceremony,
and with the sentiments OF gratitude
and humility proper 10 that great occa-
sion, when we commemorate HlS birth,
whose mother had gone Into trade
The world, and society, whose child
she was, seemed now to speak with Ru-
thOrity from the canvas, and to warn
her how vain and hopeless were Ger.
tain regrets, which lay secretly, l
might say clandesllnely, ut her heart.
She revered her godfather, and 1t
was no small nor Irrelevant discovery
10 lind that he had actually turned q
picture In disgrace to the wall, because
Its owner had descended TO the level,
or probably not quite TO the level, OF
Henry Little.
Jael Dence came up from the farm on
Christmas afternoon, and almost the
first word Grace spoke was to ask her
II she knew whose picture that was In
the dinlng-roOm. This vague descrlp.
ton was enough for Jael. She said she
could not tell for certain, but she had
once heard her father say It was the
Squire's own sister but, when she had
pressed him on the subject, the old man
had rebuked her-told her not 10 med
die too much With other folks business.
And 10 be sure, Squire has his reasons,
no doubt said JaeI rather drily,
'The reason that Is written on tho
back?'
'Ay; and very poor reason, too, to
my mlnd.'
You are not the best Judge OF that
excuse me for saying 10. Oh dear, l
wish could see IT,
You can't, however, for It's pRdlocked
down that way you could never loose
1t without being found out. No longer
agone than last Yule-tlme twas only
tnrned, and not fastened. Bat they say
IN the kitchen, that one day last month
Squire had them all up, and said the
picture had been tempered with while
he was at Hlllsboro'; and scolded, and
had 1t strapped and padlOcked as lis
The reader can imagine the effect OF
these fresh revelations. And q lover
was at hand, OF good birth. good man.
neTs, and approved by her godfather.
That lover Raw her inClining toward
him, and omitted nothing to complI-
inent and please her. To be sure, that
was no uphill work, for he loved her
better than he had ever loved a woman
In his life, which was q good deal 10
say In his case.
They spent Christmas Day very hap
PLY together. Church in the morning;
then luncheon; then thick boots, u
warmer shawl, and IL little walk all
together; for MIR. Raby took y middle
course; since no positive engagement
existed, he would not allow his fair
guest 10 20 about with Mr.. Coventry
alone, and so be compromised, even In
village eyes; but, on the other hand, by
stopping now and then 10 give an Or
der, or exchange word, he gave Cow
entry many opportunities, and that
gentleman awaited hImselEof them with
his usual tact.
In, the evening they sat round the
great fire, and Mr.. R4by mulled and
spiced red wine by family receipt, In
a large saucepan; and they slipped the
hot and generous beverage, and told
stories and legends, the custom OF tho
house on Christmas night. Mr.. Raby
was an inexhaustible reportorv Of ghost
stories and popular legends. But SO.
lect one that was told by Mr.. Coventry,
and told with certain easy grace that
gave 1t no little interest.
y Mr.. CovENTRY's TALE.
when I was quite a child, there was