Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1872-07-05


you've got, and what a darling old urn,
and how good that tea does smell - %z.s1
tSet by and haye cup, my dear, said
Aunt Dalmayne, highly battered: .'@,ssd
And before Glare " ifhtring ham slep t that
night. she had taken Mrs Dalmayne s heart
fairly by storm. at' i.s-.S: -4lu-' - "--' s.ls
She had been an inmate Of the farm a house
about week, when one of those grand ante
Christmas snow storms came on, which veil
the whole country side in spotless white,
and hang the. woods in royal robes Of err
mine. Aunt Dalmayne's Rheumatism grew
worse, and she kept her room; but Glare
went about as light.hesrted as ever, doing
the whole work Of. the house, with such as
sistance as Moses Peckham, the hired hand,
was able to render her. sasss . .7t4'' ~
The snow had fallen steadily all, day,
blown into drifts by the vino that howled
lugubriously through the gorges Of the hills,
and at last the twilight deepened over the
stormy earth 7.' =. =
Glare was sitting thoughtfully before the
freight. peeling apples for pudding which
was dear to Aunt Dalmayne's soul, when
Moses entered. ~ .'eei ~ '.''.' -.
"Miss Clare" said he, .sthere's TWO gem
tlemen got storm bound outside, and they've
missed the way, and their horses is clean
tired out; they wanted to know if we'd give
'em nights shelter. I told 'em Mrs. Dali
mayne was sick, and wasn't boss, but I'd
ask the young woman who does the work"
Glare WINGED little, and then laughed
outright at Moses unpublished language.
"Of course they may come IN. she said.
II wouldn't turn even d dog from the door
on such a night as this" s''a
And she threw a. fresh log. on the FIRE,
and lighted the candles, as she spoke.
la But what was her amazement, on turn
ing to welcome the strangers, to behold in
them no strangers at all, but Mr.. Harvey
Gallette and his friend Frank Hood ~ "
-'o Powdered literally with snow, their noses
Redeemed by the wind their features rem
dered unusually rigid by cold, they stood
blankly regarding her, but Glare came for.
ward with the grace Of young duchess.
e"Good evening, gentlemen. Pray come
little nearer to the FIRE. hardly suppos.
ed that in the storm.bound strangers who
sought shelter here, I wasto welcome old
lssis'Bus, Miss Wintringham- exceedingly
Gallette, awkwardly, allowing his frog-like
hand to touch her own; but what can you
possibly be doing 10 such place as this p
didn't Moses tell you ?" she asked, de-
murely. IL am doing the house-work here"
"Miss Wintringham!' st''-s
"Well, WHY not 2"
Mr.. Gallette had no reply ready; he on
| ly rubbed his hands, smiled freely, and ad-
vanced toward the red blaze, while Mr..
Hood was exchanging in turn his greeting
with the former heiress.
) sit is surprise, Miss Wintringham, to
see you here," he said, frankly, "but very
agreeable one." as8 81 bio si3 asa'49 ea
And Glare wondered in her heart what
new mode Of gallantry had taken away all
Frank Hoods awkwardness.
''It's as good as tableau," she thought
gleefully. when Hood had explained to her
that unexpected business had taken them
across the country in the dead Of winter,
thus bringing about SO entirely unanticipa-
ted meeting, and she had gone into the
outer kitchen to get cream for the table,
And as she stood there skimming off the
golden accumulation which followed her
spoon In thick leathery folds she heard Gal.
lettes voice speaking. si }s7a1fa
s'Of course the father has failed and
they've lost everything. A great pity, for
with that face she might have married
WE'LL" "a "a. @ aa sli 80
''And what is to prevent her marrying
well now y Frank Hoods slow deliberate
tones answered. las 33slG glia-ta
"My dear fellow, we must all look out
for the main chance. In fact, was once a
little smitten myself, but of course it's quite
out Of the question now" s 4.ar p
Mr.. Hood did not reply; and Glare, as
she stood there with burning cheeks, was
glad that he did not. u2g r. &c Is
But when she came back to preside at
the tea table, with Moses Peckham demo-
cratioally seated at the lower end, she was as
composed as eyer, save that her color was Q
trife deeper than usual. " aotSg-p9
The storm continued in undated violence
for two days, during which time Mr.. Gal
lette yawned oyer the old newspapers,
smoked his cigar beside the fire. and sys-
tematically ignored Miss Wintring hams
presence. gs 4Aa8 So qe3d b1s 9lati
"a fellow mustn't let himself get entan-
gled !" was his mental reflection. aosagog
! Frank Hood, however, reasoned other
wise. He hunted Clare's footsteps with
love like persistence; be helped her to clean
the windows, wiped the dishes, even essayed
to sweep the floors. thereby creating confu-
sion. And Glare, though she declared he
was more of hindrance than q help, SEEM
ed to like tt Us as 81, less:5 sid IA
On the third day the weather cleared
gloriously, and Moses Peckham brought
round the strangers' horses. as 20 7sfA
"Come Hood!' said Gallette, inpatient
ly /; "are you going to stand there all day
making adieus p M Il
1 BE off as quick as you like" said Hood,
calmly II am not going" ssll7@
'.Not going! But business mo1
"Hang business" was the unaccounta'
BILE reply. "What do I care for business
Miss Wintringham has promised to be my
wife, and my business is here just at pres
ent!' -. ss* sd
Mr.. Gallette muttered few inooheren'
congratulations, rode away, circulating be
meath his breath: seges alsfae b
: II never saw such fool in all my life I
And when Harvey Gallette was gone, CLAIR
told her lover the truth. At first Frank wa
half Inclined to be vexed. d, aa4s iat
81 didn't want an heiress r. said hs
biting his lips. s.ss sas.5 5 !,
'sBut you want me, Frank, don't you ?
. said Clare. with the prettiess coaxiDg way
, in the world