The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-11-13
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PUT YOURSELF In HIS PLAOF,
BY CHARLES RRADD.
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CHAPTER XXE.-CoNTINUED.
She soon returned, and told him that
Miss Grace, Instead OF being angry, as
she expected. had smiled and looked
pleased, and promised not 10 dance
with Mr.. Coventry nor anybody else
any more that night, II bio would 70
straight home and consult his beautiful
mother, Those were her Words aald
the loyal Dence. She did say Thorn
twice over 10 make Bnre.'
God bless her I cried Henry, warm
y; and bless you too, my best friend,
I'll 20 this moment
He cast long, lingering look al The
window, and went slowly down the
street.
When he got home his mother was
SUI up and secretly anxious.
He sat down beside her, and told her
where he had been, and how u had all
ended. I'm to consult my beautiful
mother, said he, kissing her.
What, does she think I'm like my
picture rloWF
Il suppose 90. And you are as beau.
tlfal as ever In my eyes, mother. Aud
1 do consult you.'
Mrs. Llttle's black eyes flashed; but
she said ,.calmly-
what about, dearest?'
Il really don't know. Buppose Il
was about what happened tonight,
Perhaps about II ALL
Mrs. Little leaned hor head upon her
hand and thought.
After a moments reflection she said
to Henry, rather oddly, III she 10 not
o very good girl, she must DO q very
clever one.'
She is both, said Henry, warmly.
'Of that I shall be the best Judge
said Mrs. Little, very coldly indeed,
Poor Henry felt quite Chilled. He
said no more: nor did his mother re-
turn 10 the subject I'LL they parted for
the mig ut, and then II was only to ask
him what church Miss Garden won't to
"a question that seemed 10 be rather
frivolous, but he said he thought st,
Margaret's.
Next Sunday evening, Mrs. Little
and he being al tea together, she said
to him, gulotly-'Well, Harry. I have
seen her,
'Oh, mother = whereP'
AZ st. MaTgaret's Church,
But how did you know herr by her
beauty2'
Mrs. Little smiled, and took roll OF
paper out OF hor muif, that lay on the
sofa. She uufolded It, and displayed a
drawing. ltrepresented Grace Garden
In her bonnet and was q very good
likeness.
The lover pounced on II, and devour.
ed 1t with establishment and delight.
Taken from the bust, and retouched
from nature, said Mrs. Little. yes,
dear, 1 went 10 st. Margarel's, and
asked pew.opener where she sat. I
placed myself where l could command
her features and, you may be sure,
read her very closely. Wen, dear, she
bears examination. II 10 n bright face,
a handsome face, and q good face and
almost as much In love as you aref'
what makes you fancy thatf Oh,
you spoke 10 her2
Certainly not. But observed her.
Restless and liStless by turnB-her body
In one place, her mind In another. She
was 30 taken up with her own thoughts
she could not follow the service, Isaw
the poor girl try very hard several
times, but at last she gave II up In
despair. Sometimes abe knitted her
brow and . young girl seldom does
that unless she Is thWRrted In her love.
And I'll tell you surer sign still:
sometimes tears come for no visible
reason, and stood In her eyes. She is
In love; and II can not be with Mr..
Coventry Of Bolllnghope: for, IL she
loved him, she would have nothing 10
brood on but her wedding dress and
they never knit their brows, nor bedew
their eyes. thinking OF that; that's a
smiling object. No, II Ia true love on
both sides, do believe; and that
makes my woman's heart yoarn. Harry
dear, III make you q confession. You
have heard that mothers love Is
pnrer and more unaelhsh than any
other love: and 30 1t Ia. But even
mothers are not quite angels always.
Sometimes they are Just little jealous:
not, l think, where they are blessed
with many children; but you are my
one child, my playmate, my compan-
ion, my friend, my only love. That
sweet girl has come, and I must be de-
throned. Ifelt this, and-no, nothing
could ever make me downright thwart
your happiness; but q mothers jealou
made me passive, where / might have
assisted you II had been all mother
should be-
NO, no. mother; am the one 10
blame. You see 1t looked 10 hopeless
at first, l used to be ASHAMED To talk
freely to you. It's only OF late have
opened my heart 10 you NJ ought
We'll, dear, l am RInd you think the
blame Is not oil with NE. Rat what 1
see ~ my own fault, and mean TO cor.
rect 1t. She gave you good advice, dear
Ito consult your mother, But you
shall have my assistance Ms we'll; and
shall begin at once, like Il zeAlous ally.
When l say At onGe-thls Ia Sunday
shall begin tO~morrow, at one O'clock
Then Henry sat down ut her knee
and took her white hand In Ills brown
ones. ..t..
And what shall you do at one
o'clock, my beautiful molher?'
Il shall return To society,"