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

LuW. ny JOVe DuL InAt JOKE, GLlGI
Major ROchetort, in a sort OF amused con
sternation. "The spiteful, little yellow
haired pussy-cat And she thinks I'm
IN love with her. You will not leave this
place until you leave 1t Us my wife Jeru'
sha."
"But she will be so angry, Maurice"
Who cares for her anger, my little love;
Not you, nor I, am sure. Butifyou pre-,
fer tue old-lashlonel orthodox course
I'll ask her for you this very night"
"She is all the guardian have Maurice
since my mother died
TVGFy we'll Pll make formal applica.
ton, with all due form and ceremony;
and when We are once married, my
brown.eyed lassie, | would like to see her
or any one else attempt To dOmineer over
You !" .-......' ......
She looked sbyly up into his face, How
sweet Il was To rest her own weak nature
upon the unialtering love and strength Of
his
Mrs Cortland looked marvelously limo.
cent and pretty that night, in u toilet OF
sea-green Grape, and tremulous fern
leaves dropping from the Furnished Curls
Other golden hair; but she could not re.
Train from an indignant stare, when Jeru-
sha came in, wearing the blue silk OithOut
the black lace drapCries; and shrank away
behind Major RoCheiort's pOrtly and good.
humOred married sister.
II don't wonder she tries To hide her.
sell, inwardly unused the widow, "thc
pert little hussyl Never mind; she goes
tomorrow, and that IL settledI
Her face sOl(ened into the most win.
ming OF smiles, ~ Major Rochelort ap.
preached
"Y0u naughty, naughty truant," she
llsped; II Is an age since have seen you"
"Only day or two" said the down.
right Major. "Will you take my arm for
a little promenade, Mrs, COrtlandY have
something TO say to you"
Mrs. Cortland laid the perlhmed tips of
her gloyed hand lightly on his arm, and
blushed celestial rosy red, even through
all her carefully applied rouge. The hour
was come at last for which she had
schemGd and manOeuvred for so long.
Major ROCheiOrts heart and fortune were
ut last To be laid at her feet!
Mrs. Cortland" began the Major, in q |
straight forward sort Of way,
ii want TO ask very great favor Of you"
Surely" murmured the widow, CLAN
cling up at him, and then letting her eye
lashes TALL again, In her most elective
manner, mo favor can be too great for
Major ltoCheiOrt To ask II in vain"
"Ah, but this Is the greatest boon that
man can ask of woman"
what pretty way Of putting the ques.
ton" thought the delighted widow; but |
she represSed her raptures, and only said |
softly
"What Is it, dear Major I"
II am engaged to be- married." |
Engaged to be married !" shrieked
Mrs Cortland, stopping Shorthand turning
aS green as her green Grape dress.
"T0 your niece Jerusha Budd," went
on the dauntless Major, land / want
your formal consent.
"Jerusha Budd! You engaged 10 my
niece Jerusha 1t cant he pOssible.n
"But | think It can" said the MaIE,
deliberately shopping 10 recover The ian
Mrs. Cortland had let fall in her cOnster.
nation. 1--WE are to be married immedi.
Itcly, but Jerusha thinks II would DO
proper and fitting TO ask your consent, as
Ter only living relative"
Mrs. Cortland grew pale underneath
lcr glowing artificial roses; she felt as If
The were sitting. She would have liked
o tear the brown tresses from Jerusha's
leal-to scratch the Majors honest eyes
lut; but none knew better than Mrs.
Cortland, how very impOlitiC such Il
'Ourse would be. She forced hollow,
galvanized sort Ofsmile.
so | am to lose my little Jerusha 7
Well, dear Major, could not give her
Up into better hands. The naughty girl
low shall sCOld her for not sooner con.
ldlng IN me p
And rs the Major turned 10 acquaint
lis letrOthed with Mrs. COrLland's full
consent, the widow rushed up stairs to
Ter own room, and needless of crumpled
rape and ruined couture, went into hys.
cries upon the sofa; for she had been so
lre Of Maurice ROCheEOrt and his fortune,
md no woman likes to sec her pet castle
II the air In ruins ut her feet.
The original programme Is a little
changed now. Mrs. Cortland Is the
humble companion in Major Rocheiorts
luxurious home, and Jerusha endures her
housand and one CapriCes with unvary.
ny sweetness OF temper.
For poor aunty has been 80 disappOint.
ID" she says.