The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1875-07-28
AREMARKABLE CURE.
From f ank LeSlie'S.
BY q. A. BAKER, JR.

patient, who rcsorted last summer t.
the great American Spa. AS the drug
glst hides the unpleasant pill within ,
coating of toothsome sugar, so will W,
conceal our insideOus puff in a simple
story.
TWENTY-FIVE years ago Mrs. Genera
Randolph Poindexter was one of tn
brightest bellies in New York So
cietv. Last summer she was, and TO
some wears had been, the widow of TIN
late General PoindeXter, of the lat
Confederate army. On an August morn
ing in the year of our Lord 1873, sh'
sat in her room ut the Clarendon
/ Saratoga Springs looking wrathtull!
indignant, and tanning herself violently
On that same August morning al
event happened which was quite unpre
cedented in the annals OF Saratoga. A le
narkably pretty woman, aged not more
than twenty, came out of the dining
room of the Clarendon. She was array
ed in mourning, and the learned in fun
eral insignia might know by certain at
tributes Of her costume that she was 1
widow. This lady was Mrs. Louise
Brent. At the age of seventeen she had
married one of the richest and couticst
old gentlemen in New York. He had
taken her Immediately to Europe, and
eight months before the August morn
ING referred to he had crowned q long
series Of acts of kindly consideration by
diving and leaving her the bulk Of hi
worldly goods. This favorltc ofiortune
razed about her in search of occupation
walked over to the desk and proceeded
to look through the hotel register. Then
/ she exclaimed, II declare, here's Aunt
PoindeXter's name. Thirty-eIght-why
that's next door to mine"
/ In consequence of the above related
occurrences. Mrs General PoindrNter wa,
suddenly aware Ola feminine whiriwlnc
clad in black gcrnadine, which burst int
hcr room and embraced her violently
Mrs. Louise Brent was niece OF the late
General PundeNter'S first wife, and >h'
has the honor of being our heroine.
Louise, my dearest child, | am en-
raptured to see youl How do YOU hap
pcn To be here? When did you Gomez
and Mrs. Poindexter administered pom
derous embraces in allopathic doses.
IL only got back from Europe thrc
weeks ng1. There wasn't soul lief
in town. 50 / went up to West FONT
Grew tired Of it, and came here las
night. | SAW your name in the reSiSte
inst this minute. and came right up
I'm so GLAD you're here. Why, | hayn
seen YOU for three years.
True, dear, and you have known trouble
in that time. All! | can feel with
YOU! Confde in me, and relieve you,
overburdencd heart, for there is no one
in the world who is nearer to you. VIVA
a lovely trimming that is Louise! WIZ
made the dress for your
ION. it came from Pingards. He
ever so much more stylish than Worth
| was IN Paris more than month, hav
ing my mourning made up, and I've
brought over perfect load OF Things
That trimming is something quite new
You see
Here followed technical diSquisitior
couched in terms which are to tins his
torian rs sounding brass and tinklins
cymbul," and with which, therefore, 1T
cannot edity his readers.
At last Mrs. PoindeXter bethouSh
herself and resumed her funeral aspect
Su,adyanced the suppositlon that Louis
had come 70 Saratoga for her health
The natural grief at the untimcIy de
mise of your
Nonsense, auntie! I'm as well as car
J.. n,r't look 500 | came because n
past the aye for cadet fever and so go
mortally tired ofthe Point, You re no
here for your health, hope
Not mine, but Randolph's,"
as he with you? That's elegant
| havn't seen him since my engage
meut party YOU gave me, just before
hc went to heidelberg. have to laugI
every time l thin X of it. You know
we'd always frtcd with each other, anC
the dreadful tragic manner in which h,
wished me fifty years OF welded bliss
was too absurd
Fifty years Why poor Godfrey
was sixty then, wasn't he?
Good gracious, no, aunt! Only fifty
nine-and he was awfully kind, | bur
led him at Nice seven-or, let me see
September, October, Novcmbcr-ye:
eight months ago" She satisfied tn
rTopric,ies with her handkerchief. al
mus, have grown by this time!
What on earth do you mean, Louise
"Oh. I'm talking about Randolph. l
he quite big hoy?' .,
"Nly dear child els too years ode
than YOU are
$50 he is! How time flies! But thcl
girl always seems older than boy
somehow. He's got well, You SAY
What's the matter?' 49,,
From the utter indifference with wheel
this inquiry wa. made, shrewd 90
server would ut once have suspected tina
Louise was more than ordinarily inter
cs,ed in her cousin. Had he seen he'
CRYING over that youths photograph oil
the eve of the wedding, he might have
Guessed the exact nature OF that interest
Mrs. Puindextcr sighed deeply, As >h'
answered. ats general breakdown q
his nervous system, the natural conse
onepce of his folly. Oh, Louise-hov
can | tell vou-Randolph is no longe
the GOOD innocent. gentlcmanly boy
that YOU knew. Shudder to think o
his lite at Heidelberg. He never wen
near lecture
"The wretch"
ale learned to smoke.
"Cigars?"
NO, nasty pipe
"DispuSting"