The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-11-17
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mn. CANrELOPE's COURTsHIP.

family uunce ana never should De adj
TO engineer those stupid points into
their right places, when heard sleigh,
bells.
As such music did not penetrate oul
lonely abode very often, you may bC
sure that was an appreciatIve listen.
or, Notwithstanding the fact that ! had
stayed from school on account OF the
storm, and had promised 10 study eve.
~ minute lust aB II was In my higt
wooden desk under my teachers frown
Who can that be2' exclaimed my
Aunt Deborah, as an old. fashioned one,
horse cutter few past the window and
stopped at the side door.
l jumped up to get q view, and my
slate and book went 10 the floor with q
crash. pressed my nose against the
frosty pane Of glass In pursuit. Of use
tul Information, and II adhered 90 fond.
ly that when drew Il back Il was With
an echo something like O kiss. In a
swift trip 10 the next window, pol-
lided with the workstand, and scatter
ed over the white pine floor all the
spools, buttons, beeBWax, and scissors
OF Mrs. Cricton, the Beamstress, / saw
nothing but two overloaded men cover.
ed with snow, after all my trouble.
Pick up those things, quick = eX-
Aunt Deborah, az she hustled
abonl 10 get The chairs Set back Rgalnst
the wall. H.-I.t.0 -
was soramblIug about on my knees
In dutlHul' obedience, when the door
opened, and Captain Hughes, one oil
our nelghbors walked Into the room
with an at home air, followed by O
brisk, why wasplsh.looklnR little old
gentleman, with q fretful nose and a
domlneering chin. TO say nothing Of
cheeks scorched into a dusky red by
two fiery gray eyes.
ALLOW me- said the polite captain,
who prlded himself on bearing q strong
resemblance 10 Lord Chesterfield, 10
Introduce to your favorable acqualn-
lance Mr.. Simeon Cantelope. Mrs.
Criclon, Mr.. Cantelope; Mrs. Trinidad,
Mr.. Cantelope; Miss PIcksnif, Mr.,
Oantelope; Miss Rebecca Trinidad, Mr..
Oantelope.'
It's said that CaIus Gracious, when
he harranged the Romans, always
modulated his tone by an oratorIcal
Aute or pitchplpe. Mr.. Cantelope not
having such an instrument ct hand,
availed himself Of the musical organ
which nature had planted In the mid .
die Of his face, and then made q series
Of short, sharp, jerking bows, aimed
promiscuously at all the ladies' present,
Ny Aunt Deborah was country born
and bred, but she had queenly sort OF
q way with her, and l particularly adj
mired the manner which she on this
occasion assumed, as she relieved two
or three chairs In the background from
their painfully straight-laced position,
and asked her guests to be seated.
we are having quite a severe snow
Storm remarked Captain Hughes as
he shook the water from his hat,
Quite Bo,' responded my aunt, and
the weather is growing cold FAST
She rose and put on extra stick Of
wood, and the flames blaZed round It
with merry crackle.
Mr.. Oantelope removed the striped
and unbuttoned his overcoat
In the Vicinity Of his throat. His eyes
oobbed about uneaslly from one to
another, and at last rested upon Mrs.
Cricton, who, STOPPING over her work,
was paying very little attention to new
Corners.
is Mr.. Trinidad homer inquired
Captain Hughes.
NO, he IL Of the Falls to-day. lex
pect him home In the course Of the az.
ternoon.'
This Is very cheerful, exceedingly
cheerful, remarkably cheerful contin-
ned the Captain, as he shook his feet
out OF the little pools Of water that were
settling round them, and rested them
on the andiron-then casting Sly look
at Mr.. Cantelope, he said, Our errand
here Is rather an uncommon one, and
suppose l may as well explain at once.
We are counting, this gentleman and
that ls,' and he laughed little and
looked wise. I met him down In the
village this morning, and getting into a
talk about a horse Z was trying to sell,
l learned that he was In puIsult OF a
vile. 1spoke OF Mrs. CrlctOn, and he
requested me 10 come up and Introduce
him. So we are here, as you see.'
Our poor seamstress, pale, thin,
melancholy widow Of about fOrty.tiye'
colored deeply, but stitched on as II
nothing had happened
Then we will withdraw from thu
room and give an opportunity for con,
versatlon, said Aunt Deborah, rising
and leading the way 10 the Kitchen, fol.
lowed by the Captain, Miss PeoksnIGI,
and myself.
looked back just az was crossing
the threshold, and In the simplicity OF
my heart wondered what was the first
preliminary flourish when a man was
about to pop the question. My ourios-
ity was Immediately graLitiCd, for Mr..
produced n bAuhana pocket
handkerchief and preMCed his pro-
gramme by q sOn0rOus blast from hls
nose, which nearly sent the landscape
paper flying from tho walls.
AS we stood shiveTinG over the stove
In which the fire had nearly gone out,
Aunt Deborah made some inquiries OF
the captain respecting Mr.. Cantelope.
He knew very little or him, had seen
him years ago in passing through Nor
ton, a small town on the mountain
s0ne twenty miles of. Guessed he
was n good sort OF man! In general,
liked the principle Of doing these hard
working people a indness when Il
came In his way. Mrs. Crioton, poor
soul, had had q tough time OF Il since
she lost her husband and children. He
was sorry for her. She would have
him 10 thank for this good piece Of for
tune.
1T Is my opinion that abe Is enough
sight better oil as she Is, than TO be ty.
Ing herself 10 any such green eyed
man that are one In there spoke I'm
Miss Pecksnin. She was my auut's
and general faetoLnm, aud
had occupied the same position for over
forty years. She had grown Important
latterly and held herself In high esteem
among women, on account OF her supe.
rlor wisdom In all things relating to
the Trinidad family.
We were all surprised to SEQ Mr.. Gan.
telope standing before us.
I'm through he said, with little
chuckle. I am much Obliged for your
kindness. You can come back into the
sitting room now 0 lid II
What y the news2' asked the cap.
tain quickly.
ooh, she's mittened me, he he ! he |
Don't want TO marry. Thinks she's
satlsted with her present condition,
That Is what they all say. have asked
0 dozen or more. Don't any OF them
know what 10 for their good :
'Yon don't tell mel exclaimed Gan.
tain Hughes with sincere establishment.
She don't mean 1t, though. Women
never say yes at FIRST You mustn't