The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-01-23

this was generally followed by GER
tain mixture of stiffness, timidity, and
Formally, too subtle to describe.
The much-enduring man began to
lose patience.
"This is CAPRICE" said he. Cruel
caprice.
our female readers will probably
take a deeper view of it than that.
Whatever it was, another change was
at hand. Since he was so exposed to
the weather on the reef, Hazel had new
er been free from pain; but he had done
his best 10 work it off. He had collect
cd all the valuables from the wreck,
made new mast, set up a rude capstan
to draw the boat ashore, and cut little
dock for her at low water, and clayed it
in the full heat of the sun; and, having
accomplished this drudgery, he got at
last to his labor OF love; he opened a
quantity of pearl oysters, fed Tommy
and the duck with them, and began the
great work of lining the cavern with
them. The said cavern was somewhat
shell shaped. and his idea was to make
it out of Il gloomy cavern into a vast
shell, lined entirely, roof and sides,
with glorious, sweet, prismatic, mother
of pearl, fresh from the ocean. Well,
one morning, while Helen was in the
Jungle, he made cement of gunnO,
sand, clay and water, nipped some
shells to Il shape with the pincers, and
cPmented them neatly, like Mosaic al
most; but in the middle of his work he
was cut down by the disorder he had
cOmbated so stOutly. He fairly gave in
and sat down grooming with pain. And
in this state Helen found him.
80, what is the matteT?" said he.
Hetold her the truth and said be had
violent pains in the back and head.
She did not say much, but she turned
pale. She hustled and lighted great
fire, aud made him lie down by it. She
prOpped his head up; she Set water on
10 boil for him, and would not let him
move for anything; and all the time her
features were brimful of the liveliest
concern. He could not help thinking
how much better it WAS to be i'll and in
pain, and hRYe her so kind, than to be
well, and see her so cold and distant.
Towards evening he got better, or rather
he mistCok an intermissiOn for cure,
and retired to his boat; but she made
him take her rug with him; and, when
he was gone, she could not sleep for
anxiety; and it cut her to the heart to
think how poorly he was lodged COM
pared with her.
OF all the changes fate could bring,
this she had never dreamed OF, that She
should be so robust, and he should be
sick and In pain.
She passed an uneasy, restless night,
for the sixth or seventh time, and she
awOke with IL misgiving in her mind,
and some sound ringing in her ears.
She listened and heard nothing; but in
a few moments it began again.
1t is Hazel MISUNDERSTANDING in n
manner so last, SO strange so loud, that
it made her blood run cold. 1t was the
voice of Hazel but not his mind.
She drew near, and, to her dismuy,
found him eVer.stricken, and pouring
out words with little sequence. She
came close to him and tried 10 soothe
him with soft words and tones offender
pity.
ing an imaginary detractOr. "Well,
never mind. love shall make that hole
in the rock palace for queen;
for queen? For tic queen" Here he
suddenly changed characters aud
fAucied he was interpreting the dis
course of another. "He means the
Queen of the Fairies" said he, pat
roniZinGly; then, resuLning his own
character with loud defiance, ~ say
her chamber shall outshine the gIories
OF the ALEXANDRIA, as far US the lilies
outshine the artificial glories of King
Solomon. o mighty Nature, let others
rely on the painter, the GOld-Deater,
the carver of the marble, come you and
help me adOrn the temple of my be
loved. Amen"
(The poor soul thought, by the sound
OF his own words, il must be Il prayer
he had uttered.)
And now Helen, with streaming eyes,
tried to put in a word, but he stopped
her with Il wild hush and went Oft
into series OF mysterious whisperings.
mako no noise, please, or we shall
Brighten her. There-that IS her win
dOw--no noise, please! I've watched
and waited for hours, just to see her
sweet, darling shadow on the blinds,
and shall lose it for your small talk ?
all ParadoXes and platitudes excuse
my plain spoaking-hush! here ii
c0tnCs,-her NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. my
heart beats. 1t is gone. So now"
Speaking ouN, Good night, base
world! DO you hear? you company of
liars, thieves, and traitors, called the
world, go and sleep if pOu can. l shall
sleep: because my conscience is clear.
False accusations! Who can help them?
They are the act OF others. Read of
Job, and Paul, and Joan of Arc. No,
no, no, no; l didn't say read lem ont
with those stentOrian lungs. ! must he
allowed a LHttc sleep, a man that wastes
the midnight oil, yet brushes the early
dew. Good night"
He turned round and slept for several
hours as he supposed; but in reality he
was silent for just three seconds. Well,
said he "and Is IL gardner Il man to be
looked down upon by upstairs? When
Adam delved and Eve span, where was
then the gentleman? Why, where the
spade was. Yet | went through the
HeraId's College and not one OF our
mushroom nristOcrHcyr blOated' object
to; they don't eat hall as much as their
fOOtmen) had spade for crest.
There's nothing ancient west of the
Caspian. Well, al tho better. FOR
there's no fool like au old fool. A