The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-09-03
GE1e4atelLiQettnaa:
PUT YOURsELF IN HIs PLACE.
ny CHARLES RRADR.
Auttor Of "Ebtl Play" "GriDln Gaunt, ett.
CHAPTER X,

farm; but Nathan and his eldes
daughter had already gone up to th
Hall so they waited there but a mInut
or two TO light the carriage lamps, ant
then went on up the hill. 1t was pltcl
dark when they reached the house
inside, one OF Mr.. Raby's servants wal
on the lookout for the sound OF Wheel
and the visitors had no need 10 KNOCK
or ring; thIswas q point OF honor will
the master Of the mansion; when b
did Invite people, the house opened III
arms; even as they drove up, opeE
few the great hail door, and an Cnor'
nous fire inside blazed In their faces
and shot lis flame beyond them GU
into the night.
Grace allghted, and was about L
enter the house, when Iael stoppet
her, and said 'Oh, Miss, you viii b
going In left foot foremost. Pray dom
do that: 1t Is so unluCky.'
Grace laughed, but changed her foot
and entered q lofty hall, hung will
helmets, pixies, breast. plates. bows
cFoss~bows, antleES, etc, etc. Opposite
her was the ancient chimney.plece and
lngle.nook, with no CRATE, but two
huge Iron dogs, set five feet apart and
on them lay birch log and root, The
Bize Of man, with q dozen beech bill,
lets burning briskly and cracking
underneath and aside II. This ReniaI
furnace warmedthe staircase and pas
sages, and cast a fiery glow out on The
carriage, and Rlorifed the steel bel.
NETS and breast.plates Of the dead
Rabys on the walls, and the sparkling
eyes OF the two beautiful women who
now stood opposite It In the pride OIL
their youth, and wore warmed to the
heart by Its craCkle and glow. 'Oh
what q glorious fire, this bitter night,
Why, / never saw Auch a.
1T is the Yule log, Miss. Ay, and
you mig go all round England, and
not find It's fellow, trow. But OUT
Squire he don't 90 to the chandler's
shop for his yule log, but 10 his own
woods, and fells q great tree.'
A housemald now came forward With
bed-candles, to show Miss Garden 10
her room. Grace was going up, aa q
matter OF course, when Jael, busy
helping the footman with her boxes,
called after her: The stocking, Miss
the stockingp
Grace looked down at her feet In sur.
prise.
There II Is, hung up by the door We
must M put our presents into it before we
Must wsH what on earth am I to
glve7'
oh, anything will do. See, I shall
pnt In this crooked sixpence.'
Grace examined her purse, and com.
planned that all her stupid sIxpenCes
were straight.
Never mind, Miss put In halr.pin,
sooner than pass the stocking o. Christ.
mas Eve.'
Grace had come prepared 10 encoun
ter old customs. She offered her shawl.
pin; and Jael, who had modestly in
serted her own gift, pinned Grace's Of
fering on the outside Of the stocking
with flush Of pride. They then went
up stairs with the servant, and Grace
was ushered into q bedroom OF vast
size, with two fires burning at each
end; each Fireplace was 1lanked with
. coal-scuttle full of kennel coal In
large Jumps, and also with an enor.
nous basket Of beech b:llets. She ad
mired the old fashioned furniture, and
said, 'Oh, what palace OF u bed.roomi
This will spoil me for my little ,poky
room! Here one can roam about and
have great thoughts. HIllsborough,
good>by! end my days in the coun.
try.' =
Presently her quick ear caught the
rattle OF swift wheels upon the hard
road ; she ran to the window and peep.
ed behind the curtain, Two brilliant
lamps were In sight, and drew nearer,
like two gogRliug eyes, and soon a neat
dog-cart came up TO the door. Before
It hld well stopped, the hospItable
door flew open, and the yule fire shone
on Mr.. Coventry, and his natty groom,
and his doR~cart with plated axles II
the silver harness, and the
roam horse himself, and the breath,
that poured into the keen air from his
nostrils red inside.
Mr.. Coventry dropped from his shout.
ders, with easy grace, something be-
tween coat and cloak, lined through.
out with foxes skins; and, alightinR,
left his groom 10 do the rest The tur
was reddish, relieved with occasional
white; and Grace gloated over 1t, as Il
lay glowing In the flre.light. 'Ah =
said she, 1 should never do for a poor
mans wife: I'm 30 fond OF soft furs
and things, and l don't like poky
rooms.' With that she fell iulO a
reverie, which was only interrupted BY
the arrival Of Jael and her boxes,
Jael helped her unpack, and dress.
There was no lack Of conversation be-
tween these two: but most offt turned
upon nothings. One topic, that might
have been interesting to tho readers OF
this tale, was avoided by them both,
They had now come to have a high
opinion OF each others penetration, and
1t made them rather timid and reserved
on that subject.
Grace was dressed, and Just going
down, when she found that she wanted
a pin. She asked Jael for one.
Jael looked aghast. 'ob, Miss, I'd
rather you would take one, In spite OF
We'll, SO I will. Therer And she
whipped one away from the bosom Of
Jael's dress.
Mind | never gave II you.'
No. 4took II by brute force.'
\ like you too we'll 10 give you q min,
May venture to Inquire what would
be the consequence p
Ill luck, you may be sure. Heart
trouble, they do say
We'll, I'm glad 10 escape that 80 cas-
lily. Why this ID the temple OF super.
stition. and you are the High Prlestess.
How shall | ever get on at dinner, with
out your know I shall do something
to shock Mr.. Raby. Perhaps spill the
very salt. l generally do.'
'Ay, Miss. at home. But, dear heart.
you won't see any Of them nasty little
here, that some crazy crea.
lure have invented to bring down bad
luck. You won't spill the salt here.
no fear: but don't 'ye let nybody help
you to II neither. 1.-The helps you to
salt, he helps you to sorrow
oh, does heS Then 1t Is fortunate
nobody ever helps anybody to salt,
Well, yours Is nice creed. Why we
are all at the mercy Of other people, &C.
cording to you. Say I have q rival: she
smiles In my face, and says, my sweet
friend, except this tribute OF my es.
teem;' and gives me q pinch Of salt,
before l know where am. l wither on
the spot: and she sails of with the
prize. Or, ifthere Is, no salt about, she
comes behind me with u pin, and bins
It to my skirt, and that pierces nv
heart. Don't you sec what abomlnabl bic
nonsense It all ls2'
The argument was cut short by the
ringing OF q tremendous bell. Grace
gave the last, swift, searching, all.com.
NFahan al Un l0nlr ~ hos Al.