The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1873-09-27
uAIEY REGIsTER.


q moment, though we had hardly met
since we were at Exter Academy to-
gether, then years before-room-matet
and bllthe companions until we parted
Il to go to Harvard, and he to enter
his fathers store, the well known house
of Foster 4 Co., Pearl street. He was
a merry, hearty, practical fellow, clear
skinned and robust as an Englishmsn
self-reliant ard enterprising as New
Hampshire birth and Boston training
could make him. l always liked him
but he plunged into business and l into
study, and so, without meaning it, we
had almost lost sight of each other.
He was an only CAild; his parents
spent their summers at their homestead
in Greenland, near Portsmouth, and
their winters in Boston.
4, Asl sail, I knew him in a moment
He had grown tall and stout, but the
boy was still! in his face, and, with a
flush OF early feeling, | sprang forward
and caught him by the arm.
"Tom, how are youY'
He looked puzzled for moment, and
then bursting into a laugh, he seized
my hand in his grasp, and exclaimed
"Why, John Ralston! ls this you
Where did you come from? I'm so
glad TO see you, my boy. Why l
haven't set ewes on you since we made
the trip to Nahant in your Freshman
year. The truth is, father was so poorly
tor g long time then that | had every
thug to see to, and felt as il the world
was on my shoulders. l did hear,
though. about your college honors and
your going to Germany, aud I've often
thought OF YOU lately, aud wished to
gee YOU. Why, Jack, ia spite Of my
weight, and your beard and broad
shoulders, cant realize that ten years
have gone since We were at Exter to-
gcther. We must talk over old times
and now. When did YOU get back, and
what are your plans -
81 came back yesterday, and shall
stay 10 the city, on account Oft business
matter, until next Tucaday. Then ! an
gong home"
"Well, now, this is Saturday, and you
can 10 nothing after three o'clock.
Come and spend Sunday with me in
the country. want to show You my
wifc.'
"Your wife are you married, Tom p
Married nearly year." said he
with q smile.
You dou't look very solemn over it"
Solemn! It's the iolliest thing |
ever did in my life Meet me at the
Eastern depot ct four o'clock, and I'll
tell YOU al! about it on the way down"
We parted at the Winter street cor
ner-he to his Store, and ! to the Par
ker House.
How handsome Boston has grown, u
said | glaucing at the fine buildings
and the common, beautiful in the Sep
tember sun.
1--WE thinkit q nice town." he replied
speaking with the moderate words and
the perfect assurance of the Bostonian,
to whom his city is the sum of all ex-
Cellence and delight. Remember,
four o'clock" And he disappeared in
the crowd
tom married. said to myself,
as | walked along, 81 dare say its to his
fathers pretty ward, Clara Maitland,
whom saw when | spent the day there
eleven years ago. | remember what
long curls she had, and how fond she
seemed o! him.
Yes, dare say il's to Glars. hope
though, she hasn't grown for nothing
but 70 display the latest fashions, waltz
= I;,i.e, and torture the piano. Better
some rosy, sturdy German Gretchen
thee poor doll like that. 1t would
he Q shsme for poor Tom, with his
physique and vigorous brain, to be tied
tor lie to such Q woman. And then
turning down School street, my thoughts
wandered off TO q blue eyed girl | had
loved for many years. girl who was
not satisfied with the small triumphs
o: the crcquet ground, but who could
send al arrow home TO the mark and
could climb the hills with me, her step
! light and free 81 the deer in the glades
below; and could hold q steady oar in
cur boat in the river; and swim ashore
f need be; and then, when our walk
SID row was over, who could sit down
to lunch of cold meat and bread and
batter with an appetite keen as a young
Indians after days hunt; yes, and
who knew how 10 be efficient in the
kitchen, and the rarest ornament OF the
parlor. How impatient l was to see
her, the Iewitching maiden q prince
might have been proud to marry. And
again said to myself, as went up the
Parke. House steps, II do hope Tom
hasn't made fool of himself"
Four o'clock found Inc al the station ;
2 moment later in walked Tom, carry
ing basket filled with Jersey peaches.
They don't grow in Greenland,
said he; tucking the paper down over
the fruit. Come this way
Nov for the story. Tom, said ! as
we crossed the urluSt, anu CauSut Tux
breeze cool from the sea. But can
guess before hand the girl you married.
twas Clara Maitland. y
4 shadow passed over Toms lace.
Clara has been dead tour years,
said he. "She inherited consumption
from her mother. We all did every
thing for her-took her to Minnesota
srd Florida, bnt it was no use. She
iii rot 1--we to see her eighteenth birth
day.
"pocr Clara She loved you dearly
rler | suppose you chose some Boston
c;rI at your acquaiutauce 2
Jack YOU couldn't tell who Mrs
Tom Foster WAS il You should try from
Low til morning. shall have TO en-