The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1869-03-15
HE KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
BY ANTHONY TROLLoPE.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
ICOntiRned.l

Mr.. Gibson was silent for a minute
or two, during which he walked mp and
down the room ,-contemplating, no
doubt, the picture of married life which
Miss Stanbury had painted for him-a
picture which, as it seemed, was not
to be realized. And what had l bet
ter do, Miss Stanbury !" he asked, at
last.
"Do! ! don't know what you're to
do Pun groom enough to bring n
mare to water, but can't make her
drink
"Will waiting be any goodf'
"How can sayf I'll tell you one thing
not to do. Don't go and philander with
those girls at Heavitree. It's my belief
that dorothy has been thinking o.
them. People have been talking to her,
of course"
II wish people would hold theiI
tenges. People are so indiscreet. Peo'
pie don't know how much harm they
may do"
you've given them some excuse, you
know, Mr.. Gibson"
This was very ill-natured, and was
felt by Mr.. Gibson TO be so rude that he
almost turned upon his patroness III
anger. In this matter he had been
obedient, at any rate, to her. He had de-
voted himself to her, to The great anger
of his older friends. He had come this
morning true to his appointment, ex-
pecting that others would keep their
promises to him, as he was ready to
keep those which he had made,-and
now he was told that il was his fault!
II do think that's rather hard, Miss
Stanbury," he said.
$50 You have" said she,-'nasty slat-
ternly girls, without all idea inside their
noodles. But it's no use your scolding
me-"
II didn't mean to scold, Miss Stan
bury"
"Pye done all that / could"
"And you think she won't see me for
q miuuter
"She says she won't. can't bid
Martha and the girls carry her down"
Then, perhaps, l had better leave
you for the present" said Mr.. Gibson,
after another pause. So he went, q
melancholy, blighted man. Leaving
the Close, he passed through into South
ernhay, and walked across by the new
streets towards the Heavitrce road. He
had no design in taking this route, but
he went on till he came in sight of the
house in which Mrs. French lived. As
he walked slowly by it, he looked up ut
the windows, ard something of a feel
ing of romance came across his heart.
Were his young affections buried there,
or were they mott And, ifsO, with which
Of those fair girls were they buriedi For
the last two years, up to last night, Ca
milla had certainly been in the ascend
ant. But Arabella was a sweet young
woman; and there had been time
when those tender passages were going
on-in which he had thought that no
Young woman ever was so sweet; aud he
had said so then, in the first menth or
two after he had been ordained, with an
amount of fervor that he had never
sQualled since. A period of romance,
an era of enthusiasm, a shOTt-lived, de
hcious holiday of hot tOngued insanity
bad been permitted to him in his youth,
but all that was now over. And yet
mere he was Wi three strings to his
bOw,-so he told himself,-an he had
not IS yet settled for himself the great
business of matrimOny. He was inclin.
ed 10 think, as he walked on, that he
would walk his life alone, an active,
aseful, but melancholy man. After
6uoh experiences as his, how should he
ever again speak of his heart to wo.
mani During this walk his mind re-
Cured frequently to Dorothy Stanbury;
and, doubtless, he thought that he had
often spoken of his heart to her. He
was back at his lodgings before three,
At which hour be ate az early dInner,
and then took the afternoon cathedral
service at four. The evening be spent
at home, thinking of the Romance Ofhis
early DAYS. What would Miss Stanbury
have said, had she seen him in his easy
chair behind the Exeter Argus,
. pipe in his mouth
10 the mean time, there was an un-
comfortable scene in progress between
Dorothy and her aunt. Brooke Burgess,
as desired, had left the house before
eleven, having taken upon himself,
When consulted, TO say III the mildest
terms, that he thought that in general,
young women should not be asked to
marry II they did not like TO; which
CPlnion had been so Calling to Miss
S'shOury that she had declared that he
hSo so scoided her that she did not know
Nhether she was standing on her head
or her heels. As soon as Mr, Gibson left
her, she sat herself down, and f,irIv
cried. She had ardeutly desired mi,
thing, and had allowed herselfto tbinI
OF her desire as of one that would o.
tainly be accomplished. Dorothy Womb
have been so happy as the wife of n
clergyman! Miss Stahbury's standard
for men aud women was not high. She
did not expect others to be as selfs acri-
fcing, and charitable, and as good as
herself. 1t was not that she gave to
herself credit for such virtues; but she
thought of herself as one who, from the
peculiar circumstances of life, was
bound to do much for others. There was
no end to her doing good for others,-if
only the others would allow themselves