The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-08-12
iNTnIIaENOER THUR5DAY MORNING. AUGUST 70 s8e
Rgntlsmanly beatlng made BIO way up

| ggntlemanly bearing made bis way M
10 the young lady.
Miss Lysle,' said he, permit me 10
conduct you 10 the conservatory. You
were speaking Of
They had passed through the rooms.
and abe had thanked him for bringing
her away, u
IBuE Wherel 10 oliver she asked. And
are We NOT soon going homer lam 90
tired, WIllle.'
'Tired Of dancing or OF London tlIssI.
patton, Florence, which p he Asked.
Both she replied. i Wouldn't live
here for worlds, II I am TO be dragged
about night after night like thIs,'
Then such life has no charms for
you p he said.
mo. Indeed was the reply. lam
disappointed in Give HardinRe. /
thought him superior 10 such frIvollty,
he seems 10 like it.
There you mistake, Floy,' said her
companion. IT Ia society that courts
him, not he who courts society, AZ
you say, he 10 superior to IT,
Then why does he 10 Into Il 30
much p she asked.
he 10 performing o sort Of penance,'
was the reply, and mixing In eaIety,
which he deleAts, for the sake OF one
whom he cares for much, 10 see II the
pure gold OF spirituality In her heart
world
She looked up into the clear dark
eyes OF CllVe'g dearest friend; but be-
yond the smile upon bis lips, and the
slight pressure Of her hand upon ia
arm, she could read nothing.
! am going home In ave days. abe
said, Us they passed through the rooms,
Are you sorry or gladP be asked,
4 shall be glad 70 see my mother
again, she replied, but l shall he gor.
~ 10 leave my aunt, she has been 90
kind 10 me--and-and cousin ClIVe,'
'He ID rather old, don't you think,
Floy something Of the old bachelor
about hlm-too old to marry, In faot,'
'Who-Cllve2' she said. He 10 not
old, 10 he7 ! never noticed 1t. His
hair is not gray, aud his face 10 not
wrinkled. he 10 very handsome, is
cousin ClIvs.'
Handsome, Floy? You must put on
Loves spectacleS, surely; as he 10,
could never call him handsome YETI
Don't talk nonsense, WILLIE said
Florence, pettlshly. i repeat Olive
Hardlnge lB handsome; he has more
strength, might and majesty In his
oountenanoe than q dozen ordinary
men, Here he comes; now Judge for
YOURSELF
II 0 very weary look and face de-
noted o handsome physique, Olive
Hardinge certainly possessed It at that
moment. He came forward 10 Flor.
ence.
Would you like to go now p he said
kindly; my mother 10 already cloaked,
and waiting for the carrIage.'
She quietly took his preferred arm,
and extending her hand TO Olives
friend, babe him good night.
Miss Lysle sat ut work In her aunt's
morning room the day before her de.
parture home. The blue cashmere robe
she wore suited well the purity OF her
complexion and the rich curls Of gilt.
tering hair. She looked marvellously
pretty, and so thought Give HardInge,
as he made It his special business 10
visit the room that morning. But her
eyelashes were wet; she looked as II
she had been shedding a tear or two,
silently there to herself and perhaps
the soltneRs and tenderness In her face
made her appear more beautiful still.
CltVe carried long narrow box In bis
hand, OF blue enamel and guilt, and
placed It under her eyes.
The bet, Florence said he. Had
you forgotten II? You have won II
quite fairly, or will have done 30 10.
morrow, for there remains yet one
more day before the month Is complet-
ed. Now will you tell me why you
have so coldly declined the two offers
OF marriage you have been honored
with since your stay with us2'
I did not feel myself honored,' she
replied. One was from spendthrIft
and debauchee-the other from a BRAIN
less fop, who possessed but one idea In
the world-that OF admiring his own
hgure.'
But you have repealed admiration 80
perststently,' said Olive, Others, who
certainly admired you, might have
Thank you cousin Give, for the bet.
May look ? interrupted Florence Lysle
as she put out her hand for the box,
Certainly not until Tomorrow was
the reply; then you wear home the
prettiest pair ofgloves the box contains,
II You like; and when you are gone
perhaps I shall be able 10 get back my
rest again and my appetite. You have
robbed me OF both since you have been
here.'
Cousin Give y she exclaimed.
Il say you have robbed me Of both,
repeated Give. Before saw you
was able 10 eat like any other mortal;
bnt now the dazzling things at the ta-
BILE are not the plate and crystal, but
pair OF hands that keep moving up and
down, and mesmeriZinR my eyes TO
look at them. Before you came could
sleep soundly at night, and wake up
refreshed In the morning; but now nv
dreams are wild and feverIsh, OF be.
wilderlng eyes, and glitterIng golden
hair, and one ETHEREAL form that comes
between me and slumber.'
Please don't, cousin Give said
Florence.
But WILL said he. 'oh, you shall
fairly win your bet, my little Floy, l
am cross old bachelor cousin; but for
all that, mean to tell you that l love
you with all my heart and soul.'
Her head dropped down suddenly,
and the long hair fell over her hot
cheeks, and her hands trembled and
clasped themselves together on her lap.
There wac a painful pause, and when
Florence dared to In her eyes she saw
Give Hardlnge'S lace buried In his
folded arms, quiet and still. She rose
hesitatingly, and then went up TO him,
placing one soft hand on his hair, while
with the other she extended the un.
opened box.
4 don't want your gloves, cousin
Clive,' she said.
Why notH' he asked, with white lips.
Because have lost my bet, she re-.
piled, turning away her shy face.
'Florence-my darling Floy, have
won It," he exclaimed, rapturously,
starting up, and catching her hand.