The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1874-12-07

one Of The many. he had been we'll
she mad been well, and was very COM
iiortaole-oh, as comfortable as could bel
There was good deal TO do, she had
not time to be lido or melancholy-and
she went on 10 see that bis chocolate
was properly made.
George looked ghastly-nauseated. He
went 10 the other hotel that night, but
said nothing, He was too weli.bred 10
make his moan over his dead Illusions
Tor the benefit Of tho public, One could
but wish, malIclonsly, that he would
come back 10 sec chow many Iunes
waltzes, dances, and lullAblcs" his musical
instrument was giving 10 the very
common world about her. The land
lord and his vile hid adopted her
-She took the part OF tho daughter Of
tho house, "Dolly" was known 10 the
public Of three counties. Nobody called
her o heroine or medGval saint, butthe
publlc-teamsters, and traders, and tour.
ists-were only so many human beings
whom the MODEST, friendly girl had fed or
cared for when they were hungry or tired.
Each man and woman iancied they alone
had discovered how blue and soft was her
eye, how delicate and gentle her voice;
their thought OF the little Moravlan was
always modest and friendly.
There was o good deal OF gossip In the
inn about a young farmer whom Dolly
was going to marry. but George flaming
was spared that. lie went up the noun.
tains Tho next day through the pelliDg
snow latter trout" be said.
Two winters later p. T. Barnum
brought his travelling museum 10 Phlla-
delphia. Attached 10 the show was u
hippodrome, In which young girls ran
chariot and hurdle races, driving three
and lour spirited horses abreast. George
Tanning took my boys and their mother
10 look at the horses and audience, "A
queer phase Of American lite. Iheard the
little man give groan and mutter, GOOD
God has she fallen 10 that2'
Following his eye to the arena, saw
Dolly in flowing robes OF apsngled blue,
standing in agiIt chariot, driving three
horses abreast at lrightIul speed. Her
eyes were tllshiHg, her soft cheeks burn.
Ing; her yellow hair floating behind her
Il was for the moment Boanerges rush.
ing to victory; the next poor creature
had disappeared behind the curtain
With some confused thoughts Of the best
way 10 appeal TO unrepentAnt MagdRl.
lenes, ! followed her there whoa the
crowd had dispersed. She had taken
of her butterfly attire, aud in gay
suit and sober Lonnet, was walking
COmposedly toward her cheap boarding
house, holding little boy by the hand
She turned on me, beamiDg.
think OF meeting mtl Every day
some old friend found her cut. II was 50
pleasant This was Joe, her boy, 8ad
the baby was at home. a gifl-yea
So good to have It girl. He was in
Nebraska-had gonO out to find them
home. This riding was little trick Of
hers. He had written about wonder
full bit oil ground TO be had for $500, and
Mr.. Barnum Just then offered $50 q week
for the.chariot drivers. In two months
there was the money, you see. such
surprise for him!" All this with llushCs
and wet eyes, and q thousand little bursts
and thrills of delighted laughter.
Tho appeal to the poor lost creatures
or unrepentant MHgdalenes seemed
strangely inappropriate just then. Yet
George Fanning's brain was full OF such
thoughts, as he went night after night 10
watch her drive her horses. What the
angels thoughts were, keeping record
overhead-how con we tell? Yet they
surely would keep watch over hippo
dromes and country inns, as well as over
the sanity seClusion Of ancient nuunerics
or Sister. Houses But Dolly, flashing
by, probably never thought OF men or
angels che only felt she was doing the
natural and right thing for her to do, Just
as she had felt when she served the guests
with hot tea in the country inn. che
only saw "him," away of in Nebraska,
and little Joe, and the baby in its cradle,
and plenty Of friendly people all about
her.
l heard of Dolly's husband the other
day. Hc is Judge-Governor, Tor aught
| KNOWN Nebraska. Ills wife," says
my informant, "iS lovely, genuine We
man, OF singulsrly quiet, gentle manner.
Husband and children and the people
about her fill up every moment OF her
life" George flaming heard the story
and said nothing, but l observed him
showing picture that evening 10 his
wife OF faded old woman in tho Mora
Wan Sirte' House, and heard him tell her
of seine instrument Of marvellous sweet
ness that lay buried there untilit crum-
bled to piCces-"dicd withall It's music 10
It,"
Something in the picture and the story
seemed to please his % 'thetic sensibiliiies.
-Stribner's Monthly