The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1873-09-12

him, hnulVMuhSsASs@ss - Eitnn.I Z
his daring riding, his dash and glilter 4, !. :
conquer women, 80 long as he had tha'
graceful sovereign way and that air Of un
divided interest, which always served
him whefe Better men had failed. sii'
Neyertheless, Andrsw Renton might
hays bse1! all well enough y ihe had had
a steady sorl; but he wasIasj uncertain as
the Wind because he was Id this quarter
TODAY. il was no sign he was to be there
10. morrow. He hid NJ? fixed purpose,
moi even any preference; he could not fell
In point intact, whether he liked virtue
or vice the best He thought. the sLast
Rose Of Summer" the sweetest tune IN the
world when Amabel Burney sang III and
continued thinking. sotill he heard Ho-
nora sing "Home, Sweet Home" &c
was sure the bluebell in Honora's fair
braids was the loveliest flower that blows
till he saw the camellia in Amabel's dark
curis; the blondes roses seemed 70 him
absolute perfection till he again fell In
with the witcheriesand yiyacities Of the
dark eyed and rosy.cheeked little beauty.
He turned on his finger the sapphire
whose dark blue facets broke into blood
red rays at the angles Of It's cutting, and
wondered which Of those two lovely
hands would wear 1t, as II fate and not he
were to determine. r ~
But before Amabel Burney crossed bis
vision he had been at Honora's save for
occasional acts Of vagracy Of no duration;
and he had hesitated In his contemplated
proposal OF marriage only because he
could not Judge from her manner what
the answer would DO, and a not unusual
vanity made him desire certainty. Every
day she had expected to hear the words
from his lips; she knew that she was his
already; she felt that he was hers. She
was 50 certain oil his love, indeed, that
she did not tecl II necessary 10 restrain
her own feelings, and though she conided
nothing to ANYBODY, she loved him tender.
ly and idolatrousiy. And one night she
had betrayed 1t.
He came, on the morning after that ia.
tai evening, his heart full-though, as
you see, It did not take much tofillit. He
was sure now Of good fortune, though no
words had passed between them, and he
intended to complete the mute avowal OF
the night before, and have definite I'M
Outstanding as to their marriage. Honora,
on the night before, standing under the
chandelier, with Its light pouring down
on the blonde ce1ldree hair and gliding It,
pouring over her draperies OF pale silk,
and flashing back from her great pearls,
seemed to him SO glorious creature that
he dared not wait longer ere he claimed
her. He could not wait, he said. And
yet II l should tell you the exact truth, 1t
would be that as he mounted me steps
the next morning he experienced Q strange
sense OF suffocation, and had half the
mind to retreat before he was manacled.
I'suppose the artist In him loved Honora,
but the man In him loved liberty.
But as he entered the parlors that morn.
ing, without announcement, he saw Hon
ora in the music room beyond, with her
young singing mistress standing beside
her, andshe,gutetlyg took. his- seat atsthe
window, shielded. by the curtain to gaze
at her at his pleasure till the lesson should
be through. He could not see Honora
further than some folds Of her dress; only
the music teacher faced him, brunette and
BRIGHT Selvet-eyed, iand rosy.lipped-a
little piece Of as perfect ofesh and
bood, Us he had ever seen; he said.
only the voice Of the fresh young thing
thrilled hint, Before the lesson was
over callers of; imp rtance came, and, OF
course, the business Of the day would have
had 10 be postponed. even! \ It had suffer.
ed no diversion. There was possibility
only between him and -Honora OF one
long, iull look into each others eyes, one
long, close pressure Of the hands, mute re.
iteration Doio the nights. mute assurance,
and sd II, chanc ed thai Mr., Renton walked
home with The little music teacher, and
he would have been avery different being
from Andrew Renton II he had not fol-
lowed upshis opportunity, for he was q
q man nowise fastidious, as to caste, and
he found that he had made the racquain-
tsnce of.one asS lovely IN nature as n face,
as innocent and aunsuspe citing and sweet
as a child shouldbe;and modest and timid
as q, woman There was nothing timid
about Honora,i though reserve and cold
pride mighrcounterieit the charm.
Artist ifh9d 'beei accident that threw
him Ii the litne musician's society; II was
accident that caused them to meet again
In music rooms, and Of other houses; then
Il was purpose He followed the pretty
thing about, thinking he was but amusing
himself. To-day he fulfilled an engage
ment with Honora; tonight he went 70
hear Amahel sing. When he saw Hon
ora he was her slave, and showed IL; as he
left her his, letters were loosened; and
when he saw Amsbel he thought 1t as
sweet torule there as to- serve elsewhere.
Hbnofa's fortune and Amabel's poverty
made no difference with him; he already
had, II not as much wealth sasshe wanted,
yet enough 70 answer AZ 4 plnnh-his
wife, whoever she be, could have her own
coach, and would not DO destitute oil dia7
monds. " ~ 49, e.! *
Nevertheless, as the days went, be felt
atrifle uneasy-the least In The world dis.
pleased withShimseliy He wished he had
never seen Amabel, or else, on the night
before he did, he had not walked with
Honora In the conservatory and In the
dim shadows Of the palms and bananas
there; FOR on that night they had been
dancing together, he flushed with the
music and the waltz, and maybe with the
vine. abe white and still as before; and as
they paused q moment In their sauntering
through the green obscurity, where each
of them might have seemed little more
than a beautiful shadow to the other, be
had suddenly, impelled BY he knew not
what rashness, except the fever IN his