The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-05-15

objection. So, with no heart to taste II
herself, she carried away her little treat
and If few tears cooled the coffee she
had poured for him In vain, he, at least
was none the wiser.
Slowly the winter wore away-"the
long, sad season of SHOWS and sins ,
Birds came back from over seas and
began to sing. Violets opened shy
blossoms. Grass blades spraug NJ
greenly, and even Carrie Hannaford
frightened with the Frightening o.
nature, and began to remember that
she herself was young.
One day in May, her husband came
70 her with the proposal that they
should take summer boarder. he
put the matter in the most ungraCiOus
way, as Is the matrimonial wont oil
precisely this class OF men. AS she
would be having hired girl any way,
he said-and he used, in saying it, q
tone which made her feel herself 8
monster OF extravagance-that they
might just as well have something tC
keep her busy; and this boarder who
wanted to come, this Mr.. Hugh War
ing, would pay we'll, and make very
little trouble. He knew this, because
three years ago, in his mothers time
Warning had boarded with them for
some months.
or course, Mistress Carrie consented
-IOL "udL COulu eISeC-huu hepl
secret her own dissatisfaction with the
prospect before her.
1t only took Mr.. Warnings arrival,
however, to reconcile her to his pres
ence. With his first deferential bow
over her hand, she became his willing
hostess. He was a person of such type
as the young wife had never before. in
her short, quiet life, encountered-a
man of wealth and of leisure, high
bred, scholarly, and belonging TO the
ancient Order OF Gentlemen. He was
handsomer man, too, tEan one often
meets, with his clearly cut features,
his warm coloring, and the chestnut
hair and flowing beard, which the eye
matched,
He was not an old man. Impulse
was strong within him; discipline had
not yet taught him discretion. When
he felt strongly, he would speak strong
ly, and, perhaps, act recklessly; but,
under ordinary circumstances, he had
all the pomp and the cool self-posses-
sion OF q man of the world.
Very soon he began to perceive that
to board with the Hanafords now was
slightly different thing from what it
had been In the administration OF
Joseph Hauaford's self contained moth
er and staid sister. joseph Hanatord's
wife was altogether another order OF
woman. 1t may be questioned wheth-
er she would have made any serious
impression on him had he met her as
Miss Carrie Fay. But, since her mar
riage, soul-subduing pathOs had
grown into her look which somehow
went to his heart. Perhaps, too, the
strongest appeal which can be made TO
a mans chivalry, is the sight OF sad
and disappointed woman, who neither
parades nor coufesses her misery.
Hugh Warning was not bad man.
10 some respects, indeed, his heart and
his life were purer and fresher than
those of most men. He certainly
meant no harm to his fair young hos
tress. He would not have added a
feathers weight to the burden which
had already borne so hardly upon her
life. But he commenced by plying
her; and love has been PHYS neighbOr
ever since the world began.
He was tender and gentle to her as
no one had ever been before. He was
not too busy to notice the blush roses
in her hair, or the bushes on her
cheeks. If she liked wild flower he
had brought home, he made light OF a
long tramp to fetch her its kindred.
While she sewed, he read to her, and
taught her to love Keats, and Shelley,
and Browning. AT nightfall he used to
sing to her-While her husband was
busy about the late "chores" with
which a New England farmer fills
the Sue9
gestive love songs, and old ballads
which have faltered down through the
centuries their fearful music.
All this time l doubt ii he had
thought OF danger for himself or her.
She, certainly, never had. Her delight
was pure and sweet. She would have
said, If any one had questioned her,
that Mr.. Warning was her friend, the
best friend she mad ever had; but I'M
questioned, she did not say even SO
much as that to herself. She scarcely
knew that it was summer with her
heart, as we'll as with the year; or that
the summer days were flying fast.
Nor did anything in the aspect of af.
fairs make her husband uneasy. To
do this young man, whom perhaps
circumstances, rather than nature, had
made old, justice, he was neither mean
nor uneenerous. His confidence in
this young wife of his was perfect. She
loved him; she was his to have and to
hold; why should he grudge her Il few
hours which some one else MADE
pleasant aftera fashion not his own?
I do not think he was likely to lose
anything by this generosity. or that
any amount of suspicious espionage on
his part would have served his own
cause better.
There came. at last. an evening of
revelation to the two who were going on
Waring before. He had been sitting
silently through the sunset, watching
the play OF the warm light OF Mrs.
HannafOrd' g fair face and golden bulr
She looked wonderfully young and
helpless, with her extreme oelicacy,
her appealing eyes, and her soft white
dress, made as simply as baoe,s, ana
pirdled with a blue ribbon. a Ian
euor, born perhaps, of the summer
heats. oppressed her. She dropped to-
ward him, leaning her head upon her
hand, and looking frail as snow
wreath which a wind might blow away:
Waring sat silently, as l said, and
watched her, until the sunset lights had
gone out of her hair, and curious awe
began TO steal over him, as he saw her
through the gathering shadows, white,
and still, and unearthly as spirit.
Then, out of the semt-darkness, his
voice came to her in sort OF chant,
too low and even to be song:
"sweet is true owe, though given in vain, in
And sweet is death that puts an end 10 pain;
/ know not which Is sweeter-no, no; L.
"Love, art thou sweet? than bitter death
Love. thou art bitter, sweet is death to me:
Oh, love! ndeath be sweeter, let me die.
"sweet love, that seems not made to fade
Sweet death, that seems to make us loveless
1 know not which Is sweeter-no. notI."
Her tears were falling fast before he
had finished. A spell was upon her
which she did not understand, and
could not evade. Still, she kept silence,
and waited for his words-words which,
when they came, pierced her like a
sword.
Mrs. Hannaford. l think must go
ouav tOmorrow 1t is midsummer