The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1870-03-17
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PERFECTLY HEARTLEstsE.' '


VI don't admire her style Of beauty ut
oil. She looks like d wax doll, and her
hCartlessness Is proverbial Since her un'
Gle left her so wealthy she has had lovers
by the score, and flirts with every one
Why, look ather now r.
Df. 6tanley's eyes followed the dirGc.
ton in which the lady waved her fan, and
rested on the central figure Of q group
around the piano. 1t was lady, young
and fair, with q tall, exceedingly graceful
figure, purc Greek features, and large blue
ewes. Her hair was short, but the soft
full curls made a lovely frame for the fall
face. Her dress Was of dark Lace and
twisted amongst the fowGrS, with dark
green leaves. She was conversing quietly
with knot Of gentlemen, and Dir. STAN
lev sauntered over to the group.
"NIiss Marston," said ono gentleman,
"what has become of Harold Graham 7"
Her hands swept over the ivory keys Of
the grand piano, in the measure Of bril-
! liant waltz, and another group, supposing
Miss Marston did not hear the question
said: y a. az " T " -. :,
"Perhaps he has committed suicide; It
is three weeks since he disappeared" said
DD SA6 l hope not said Miss Marston,
1--WE want his tenor for our next musical
soircc. 1t would be too provoking for him
3 SSna Ho 5HaS sas Digit" tSoushtltLs
dOct0f, lta.SllS syp&tectly heartlesaE Poor
Haroldw
He turned from the piano, but stopped
as the full, rich voice broke out Into song
Miss AIarston was singing "Schubcrts
Last Greeting" and into the mOtlrntul
words she poured such wailing energy and
deep pathos, that group ailer group, In the
large rooms, ceased their gay converse p
listen to the music ! : IN II ~
"Can she sing so without heart or feel
ing Z" muttcrcd the doctor, again drawing
nearer the place.
EVA" said a young lady, rs the last
note of the song died away, EVA, DO play
a polka"
A contemptuous smile, quivere4 for o
moment on Eva Marston's lips; tthm nod
ding good naturally, she dashed oil into a
lively polka, which soon melted the group
round the piano into merry dancers; and
DR.. Stanley with THO rest, ~ q, .. y
The next morning Miss Marston, SGT IN
her room writing letter. Peep over her
shoulder ut one sentence: "All hollow, all
hcartlcss.'- Miriam! you blame me Tor
flirting; you are not here to SEQ how they
follow me merely for my money, not ono
true heart amongst them oil. There was
one, Harold"
= A knock ut the door interrupted her. !
."Come in y and a woman enters with
large basket Of washing.
GOOD morning" said Eva, pleasantly.
allow Is Terrence this morning.
"Oh! Miss, It's beautiful he Is today.
Sure, marin, I'm sorry ye had to wait so
long for the wash"
"Never mind, that. How could you
WISH with that poor fellow SO sickT'
"Surc, Miss, it's many Il one expects
their clothes, sick or well; and Isn't It
Terry sitting up the day playing with TUG
toysiye stint him, md Pat, that + kept
home from school, Winding him."
allow many pieces, Mary| said Eva,
taking out her purse.
"Oh Miss, you don't owe Mary Glnpis
a clint There's the doctor ye lClt the
money to pay, ahd'the Wootiye sint, and
praties and milk, and the money yc give
inc last week; sure, Miss, it's in your debt
1 am for washing tho rest Of your life"
"'NsThat I gave Terrence has nothing ID
do with my%ashihgibilli said Eva, rapid
" counting out the pieces.
'"NIiss Eva, said Mary, and then stopped
| I tWNVeTl MnFyW! ~ AgS Il}li|,sI
ashrc, Mis-. You 10 50 much good with
yolr money, l am ashamed to tell you"
"Tell me wtntY"l r. h'b ~
"Well, Miss, It's about the young man
that's rfnted my room. 70 mind where
the widdcr died last fall. HccameawceE
back; Miss, and he never, came downs stairs
for three days back, so this morning |
wint up, and he's sick with fever, out Of
his head entirely, Miss NJ y syop would
Sst&ait, lildry, d,hlga with. ypd.Vts W
Throwing off her rich silk wrapper,
Eva nut on a dark gray dress and cloak,
and added close silk bonnet, with n
thick veili1 .172' y HHpLy ~,
"Comc, Maryl" and the two Lett the
house together
In low, close room, on a pallet bed,
Inv Mary Ginnis's loiger., The acc,against
the coarse ticking lplllow, was sIlcll as one
fancics for that OF lis GavOritc poet. The
hair was dark, waving over broad white
forehead; and tho deepset eyes were hazel,
lnrCc and full, and the features delicate.
Usually the face was pale, but now'it was
crimson with fever. The eyes, fierce and
Ill ID,.A ,,,S,, s,,tAI, al NhfS 11Int fINn NV0C
beautiful with an almost unearthly beauty,
Into that poor, low room, Eva came ikea
saving angel. She Gyc one glance Mt the
invalids face, and then crossed the room
to his side. ~
EVA" said the sick man., "Evaw .,l
ale knows me-" she murmurcd, draw:
ing back. But tho young man moaned
her name again, and then broke forth In
wild dcliriOuS rHvtngs. -,
"Mary," said Eva, "send Patrick to mel
Mary len the room, Eva turned to the
table TO find paper and pencil. She wrote
hasty notes, TO her housekGepcr for pillows
and sheets, and to DR.. Stanley, who did
not guess the friend who sent him 80
much practice among the poor patients
anil saw that he was well paid.
Having dispatched Patrick with tho
notes, Eva tried to make the desOlatC
rooms more lmne.llke. Lifting from thu
tabIca waistCoat, something dropped from
the pocket to the floor. Il wns q small
miniature case, open. and painted OH the
ivory was Eva MNrstOn's face.
Asmlle, gentle and plying, came TO hel
lips. Z. i.N, :! ~