The Huntington argus. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1872-1905, 1873-06-28
beforehand with him, and i. almos, seemed

gie Piisey herself, the deacons daughter,
had Joined the secret league against her
friend Irene, so often was the same excuse
devised by which she was made to appear
in the latter's stead.
Then, too, wore the home evenings at
the deacon's house, when the subtielmind
ed plotter could have huggei Himself
with satisfaction as he sat by and witness
ed, with his own eyes, the admirable man.
ner in which Joe Gaines worked for his
fee
1T take a lawyer, after all" said to
himself 81 don't care much what he char.
ges, l only hope he'll keep it up that Wa,
till Scott gifts home again. And then to
see Bob Humphrey Why the fellows
got the perseverance Of the saints, bu, he
amt nowhere with Joe Gaines"
As for Irene wyer herself, her red lips
pouted, and her bright black eyes spar
killed. and deepened, and her life seemed
flowing onward very pleasantly, as limo
deep-'aid plots and schemings had any pow
er over her or her happiness. Moreover,
through it all, Joe Gaines seemed to main
tain the most complete external sem 0lance
offrank hearted friendship with Bob Hum
phrey. Odd as it may seem, the young
lawyer also found that his practice had un-
dergone very sensible increase, caused
mainly by the warm, though covert Ell
comiums which the good deacon's heart
compelled him to utter here and there, in
is.keen apprehensions OF his young friends
tact and management.
Time will fly, however, and the mails
brought at last to the Pilsey homestead
the welcome news that its absent hope and
heir would shortly return. There were
letters from Scott Pilsey to his mother and
his sister Maggie, and TO Irene " yer. and
even TO his old cronies and schoolmates.
Joe Gaines and Bob Humphrey, and to
each he had, doubtless, some matter Of
special interest to communicate
No noisy, smoky, disgusting railway
trains as yet vexed the retirement and re-
pose of the village but at last, on a morn
ing when all things were in a state OF al
most painful expectancy OF his arrival,
not the ordinary stage coach, but a private
carriage heavy with trunks and packages.
brought Scott Pilsey to the door OF his
fathers home
In an instant the little verandahI was
full OF those who awaited him, but when
the deacon's tall, sun-burned and bushy
headed son sprang out upon the grass he
turned his back to the verandah for a
moment, while he aided the movements OF
a graceful, we'll favored, dark featured
young lady, who followed him, and whom,
even in the first warmth of his welcome
home, he introduced as my wife, my
Lucis.'
Maggie Pilsey Rugged her and kissed
her, and so did I-ene wyer, and so, in a
noment more, did oil Mrs. Pilsey, and
the deacon was too wise man to seem
altogether astonished, while Joe Gaines
and Bob Humphrey were fairly boisterous.
In fact, Scott Pilsey's California bride was
so overcome by the warmth Other greeting.
that the POOR thing forgot her pride, and
burst into tears. In half minute after
that, there wasn't a lady visible, and then
Bob and Joe knew enough to leave the
deacon and his son to Themselves. The
young men walked of arm in arm. bnt
they we're back again before the day was
over
The deacons face was triAe serious.
but not exactly clondy, and before long
he managed to get Joe Gaines by himself
for bit Of private conversation.
"And 80, joe said he, "you and tho
rest knew all about this m liter Of Scott,
some time ago2
"Well, yes, Irene told me in confe
and then, when they wrote and told Scott
how matters were here, he wrote to con-
2 aiulats ~, and seggsl ~ not to spoil
his surprise to you. We couldn't tell after
that, you know
"Ahem? we'll no-no-T cant saw.
praps not / cant be mad with Scott Tor
she's brought him big rancho aud a
mine hnt what am ] to 10 with YOU now
J like Bob Humphrey first ra'e-allers did
like liob-and now II cant be Scott. don .
see a. I ought to interfere You've armed
my fee. and III pay il; but then you SEE.
there amt no more use
"Oh. no, nota Bit interrupted Joe. -
Bot !. GOOD lellnm- ~ Ln a..I No..