The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1873-10-10

nv brain: my spirit had already HOWL
foTward 10 Gfapgemore, asked the event:
mi question, been accepted, and reveied
in a long life OF romantic bliss, while my
moor deserted bodylwas unconsctonsly DO;
} ing its four miles an hour along the well
known path.r Having In spirit peep mar
rled for year, and gone thaA ronnd q al
most every earthly. lmnsementi y WAS, l
think, ifIihe act Of accepting q brilliant
offer for my daughter, when my castle In
the air was shattered.
"Hallo, Jack, where are you going "
"Good morning, Mr.. Brandon" !,
There they sat, Tom Meredyth and Ad'
ella herself, lazlly basking on the cool riv.
er bank, where I Joined them. 1r-..st 70
"Weli, Jack, 90 7 hear You are going to
ride French's Chanticleer ut the Cross
bane races next Monday"
"Yes, hope Il" . -.
"It's q nasty course; have you seen II 7"
raNo.spI am sairaid a. olose. .tnspecllon
might develop my hump Of caution TOO
much. shall walk over It before theraee
on Monday"
"You viii require to steady Chsnticlser
at his fences. You remember, Adela,
what an awful 'cropper he gave French
In the run from here last winter; he loses
his head when other horses are galloping
beside him" ' -+.' -
~ hear Capt. Egremont is going toride
also" said AdelA.
The first remark she had made since l
ljoined theml Jealousy andl hada sharp
dialogue over. the fact Of her thinking Of
IEgremont, and the conclusion was not q
pleasant one. y4
"Yes," answered Tom, "and, L think, to
win. know nothing In the race 10 peat
Warhawk at the weight, II he.stAnds up,
of wLich there Is but little doubt. Tor he IS
a perfect lencer. Come, Adela," he ad.
ded, "let's have q bet about the two horses;
YOU shall have your choice, for hall q
dozen, pail. Of gloves" =,
(Which shall ! take, Mr.. brandon rss
(which ever you prefer" | answered,
with what meant for killing look oil en-.
treaty 10 show some preference for my
mount. 80,
"Then I think T shall take Warhswk,9
she said, with al air Of unconsci ous. innoTf
cence, most aggravating to q man In my
ITS no use spending the day here" said
Tom, as he jumped up. " mean to &C.
duce the willy trout from his shady re-
treat" And he left US. sf :. !.
At last we were alone, the long wished
for opportunity had arrived, and j deter;
mined to seize it this time. But the ques.
ton was how to commence? Should !
plunge into the business. In medias res,
and say at once, miss MeredYth love
you |" or ought I lead the conversation
dellcately to the subject, and when Ishad
prepared her mind Tor the receptionot the
intelligence. declare that, without her,
lie would be insupportable? The first
plan would be too abrupt, and, as for the
second, all capability Of framing thought
in.lsngnage suddenly left me; my brbia
refused to act; I was dlmly conscious OF an
overwhelming desire to say something,
but the immensely OF my desire refused to
be trammeled in the narrow bound1 OF
language. Icould only feel like plead:
ing criminal, and look like a fool.
She was simply irresistible as she sat,
picking honeysuckly to pieces in the
bright sunlight, and presented as beautiful
picture 40 ever crowned the combined
Efforts of nature and ART. Armed with
the prettiest and most becoming summer
dress, the tiniest and sauciest little boots,
soft white silk kerchief tied loosely and
carclessly around her beautiful neck, and
hat, for the fabrication OF which, as q
dangerous man trap, thecreating milliner
deserved Incarceration for lie; her cheeks
sulfused by soft blush; her lips slightly
parted, and her soft, dark, downcast eyes,
she was charming. ~
At last Imade On effort, and succeeded
in breaking the silence. y,
"What lovely day It Is"
cannot say that my observation was
brilliant, but II was something TO have
spoken, even though my voice sounded
like crosk, Tor, by some mysterious pro-
cess, my heart had jumped in my throat,
where It stuck crosswise, and my tongue
had become too large for my mouth.
"Yes, beautiful. but rather bright for
fishing, is 1t not?"
IL assure you l infinitely prefer bask-
ing to fishing"
"That is a want of devotion to sport
against which you should struggle. Tom
acknowledges that the besetting sin Of the
army Is lsziness."
"Do you dislike. the armys"
"N-no, not at all. Yet I am not sure
that If were man I would adopt 1t as q
profession"
"Why9"
ut seems to me, pardon me, a rather
proftless existence Confess you feel,
sometimes, a little like drone.n
determined to send In my papers ct
once. Now for the plunge. &C..
mo, do not feel the least like one. i
believe drone Is In the main, o happy
fellow; he eats, drinks and Is merry, while
l am thoroughly unhappy"
One look, and ! felt she had read my
story; then she seemed to shrink from me,
and changed the subject
Don't mind what Tom said about
Chanticleer. MIR. French would not have
asked you to ride with him II he were not
safe, and l have seen him go admirably"
"But Miss "0fcourse," she con.
tinued, hurriedly, "you and Capt. Egre-
mont will come to the races with u"
IT was not alluding 10 the races" said
|, determined to have my say at last. ~
was" al
"See, Tom has been successful; he has
fish; Unjust go and land it," she exclaim-
ed, starting up"
At that moment boat shot round the
bend, propelled by Egremont who sculled
like waterman. He stopped when he
SAW us.
"Arc you not afraid Of spelling your
complexion, Captain Egremont?" said
Adela, z & gil5s ~ j
Mot at ALL" he replied; It's a lovely day
on the river; do como for q short pull
Sec, / have room for you in the stern, and
you c4n steer. Now, Jack hold that
stern steady while Miss MeredYth steps
on It,"