The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1871-07-15
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THE WIDOWS LOVER.

IN order 10 Detter enjoy the huSheu Stll
ness and the stars and the fragrant al
and sat with her hands crossed IN her lar
and her quaint, peaceful little face trnC
towards the open window.
Jerusha was an old maid-that is, sll
was fast yerging upon her Goth year-anl
she wasn't particularly pretty, nor par
ticulRrly intellectual, and she was de
pendent on her aunt for the daily brcat
and mullins she ate, and the daily cups o
tea she drank; and so, according TO al
the popular and old established ideas, slit
had no business 10 be the heroine OF {
story. .-.....
But what Of thatY People do exist il
this world inst as plain, and ordinary AM
pOverty.striCken rs our little Miss BudL
and mercilul Providence allows them u
live. Shall we be less tnleranty. rw,
She had bright brown hair, and big
shady hazel eyes, as a sort OF set of agains
her wide mouth and muddy complexion
and her teeth were white and regular
and her lips IS red as the reddest Cardina
flower that blazes In the woods of August
SO, aNer all, she had something 10 be-
thankful for,
Dear me, Jerusha, how fFightiully
dark II Is here Are you asleep2 Dc
turn up the light, and bring up some wax
candles, and shut the windows, unless YOU
want to be eaten alive by the mosiui
toes" .'l U .1 tlF.
II was the voice of Mrs. Cortland, petu.
liant and irasciblc. Jerusha rose with a
sigh, TO obey the imperlOus summons
The pretty little widow was no easy task.
mistress 70 those whom fate had placed
under her command. .-...
There, that's more like Il. Now take
down my hair, and get me ready for bed.
It's past twelve, and so stupid down stairs
That provoking Major Rochefort never
came near me, though l know no was
smoking his hOrrld cigar out on the lawn
III cure him Of that bad habit, when once
I'm married to him. Take care, Jerusha,
do you intend to pull my hair out by the
rOOtsW
ut was a slip Of the brush, aunt. I'll
be more careful in future apologized the
guilty girl, coloring a vivid scarlet.
Mrs. Cortland looked cOmplaCently at
the reflection Of her face and figure In the
glass; q round, dimpled face, and rosy
pOuting lips, deep blue eyes beneath per.
feCtly penCiled brOws, and a glossy pro.
fusion Of golden hair. No wonder the
widow laughed, and drew out with her
pretty fingers the long CurlS that drOOoped
over her shoulder
Nobody would think was day
over thirty" said Mrs. Cortland. "Blt
there's great deal In keeping ones self
well preserved, and letting those odlous
late suppers and champagnes alone. You
poor little Jerusha, yOW Took old enough
10 be my grandmother
Icrusha signed. She would have been
no true woman II she had not many a
time wished Tor the dangerous gilt of
beauty .
"But you shall have some Of my wide
black lace to lGstOOn over your old blue
silk, and come In the ballroom tomorrow
night" went on the widow, feeling gener.
ollsly disposed.
THANK you, aunt. | don't care to
come In"
"But you must. Ill give you pair Of
my soilGd whits gloves, ind you can casi-
" clean en- up with little hartsllOrn
and milk; and u bunch Of white rose buds
from the garden will be quite dress enough
for your hair. | want you to see my
splendid Major ltOChefOrt." ......
Your Major Rochefort, aunt"
AS good as mine responded the self
conscious widow, with Il sparkle of the
lurqnOis.blue eyes. "If ever mortal was
captivate,l, he Isl everybody Is taking Of
II, and Congratulatlng me on my con.
quest. Mrs. Ellys says he has the sweet.
est placeup the Hudson, and brown
stone house IN New York for II winter
residence. Won't II be niCe2 OF course
you will come and live with us Jerlsha;
you can make yourself useful In hund.
red different ways, and never had n
French maid who dressed my hair rs well
as you do. Then, TOO; you've u real
knack at arranging flowers in vases and
putting the last finishing touches to ones
toilet alter one Is dressed"
Jerusha smiled bitterly. Where these
the sole qualifications which entitled her,
in her allnl's eyes to a homer
There, that will do. My hair Is brush.
ed enough, and the friction OF the brush
makes me feel sleepy. wish you would |
fluto the ruflles Of those two Swiss muslin |
aprons tonight, Jerusla, and run the
pink ribbons through the hem Of my
white morning wrapper, so can wear II
10 break last And Ierusha, don't forget
The lace on my tuckGr-the wide Valeh.
riennes, you know"
And Miss Cortland went singing of
to her room, leaving poor Jerrsha enough
10 do 10 keep her up Until daylight.
Alas how bitter the bread Of depend
nnCe may sometimes be madelflJ 5DrVI
Mrs. Cortland was in o very Ill hnmof
al the next day; probably because MAORI
ltochefoft had gone df riding before
TO be absent all day, and the
white wrapper withnthe pink ribbon run
through the tucks was "loves labor lost"
I'm 0utOl all patience with you" slle
'ald, as Jerusla lahorel 10 arrange the
satisfactorily nn her aunt's
white tulle dress, ~ never saw ANYTHING
10 clumsy In my lite | believe volt nre
up that tlille on purpose"
allow will this do, aunt q s-.
Mrs CORTLAND caught up the unfor.
.nnate dress and threw itpassiOnatcly into
he wardrobe.
~ won't wear tue hideois thingr'
"Bu5 dear aunt = timidfy began the
Trembling UefuAhA. no uuI I. .ur y
"1ook here, JIrusha,," snapped tile III.
beauty, "T'ye borne with your
Ireaks just about long enough, YOU'LL
eayeine Tomorrow, aud earn your own
living, I am tired 81 maintaining YOU in
likeness. D0syOli hear.H Gm l
~ hear, suutN roHi.0
"rhen please have your trunk packed,
ready Tor the morning stage. | have
made up my mind and / don't intend TO
alter IT," ...,.. |
Mira Cortland retired with her bottle
Of smelling salts and her book, TO ihe
he'd, TO doze awayitle Afternoon, and try