The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1876-05-19

! ALWAYS remind me OF the nr6t timo 'oi'
in love-" go t-'-
"Merely because they are innocent,
spring things, like lambs or veal" asked
Eleanor, mockingly, Tor because your ~
amorata wore them in her hst7 think
can see her now. know your tastes
so we'll, Mr.. Desmond, can guess ..
what your first ideal must have oeen-a
china.dorl face, with shipper, and mar
guerities in her hair; all innocence, white
muslin, blue ribbons, and smiable impe-
cilityl'
"Indeed she was moi" said Jack. aFair
HAIR has bcen latter.day revelation 70
me; in those prehistoric days the Corsair
was my patron saint, and l rsyed about
raven tresses and dark, Oriental eyes.
She was a very beautiful girl, l remem-
Der, and l thought her an angel al the
time" he added, laughing. IL wonder
where she can be now?" 49,.
"That ls so like q mani" said Eleanor.
ave arc angels as we don't care for you,
because our eyes are of particular shape,
or the shade of our hair pleases your
lordship's tastes; then we fall in love with
you and become ordinary mortals on the
spot, and you straightway forget US, or,
worse still, quote us as rebukes or exam
pies for the amusement of some other
womanl The fact il, the wise women
cares only for herself, and every one inn
mediately falls to caring for her too. It's
the force of example, suppose" 10.
'Oh, the justice of the unfair sex!
cried Jack, with mock indignation. 81
say of my first love that she looked like q
flower and l thought her an angel, and
am instantly accused of heartless indiffer-
ence for saying so. No, l can assure you,
my first duel with the grand passion
was most desperate affair. In spite of
my Corssir proclivities ! have no doubt
i should have married my Medora, and
repented the act in troadcloth and fine
linen for the last ten years, had not al
other and holder pirate carried her of
before my agonized eyes. You ought to
have known me in those daysl l thought
I was the proud and happy proprietor of
a blighted life. I had sounded the bot
tomless abyss of all earthly sorrow, and
knew to a nicely the depth thereof 1t
was all the more cruel in Medora, since
it had been an utter surrender at the first
blow, a case Of love ut first sight, with
me "
speaking of first impressions" said
Eleanor. IL wish you would tell me quite
honestly what you thought of me the first
time YOU saw me. I've always been Gu
rious to know how strike my contem-
poraries, and never had such chance TO
find out before. We are so out of world
here, so removed from conventional life,
why not drop conventional speech as we'll
and toll each other quite frankly what
we think, for once?"
1t annoyed her to hear him allude even
thus lightly to woman he had evident
ly cared for very strongly in old times.
A vague jealousy prompted her to occu-
DIV him with herself, even to the exelu-
sion OF dead and buried rivals; and, as
she truly said, they were so far removed
from everyday life that any question
seemed natural to ask. AS they lay I'M
der the trees in the still afternoon, life
was reduced to its simplest expression.
and an impulse Of Arcadian simplicity
seemed to possess them both, for Jack
answered at once, ~ had much rather
not tell you what thought. remem-
Der it quite well, but it would not be
pleasant to either of us now"
"Mr. Desmond, you shall tell me! l in
sist upon i'll Do" she added, coaxlngly.
"You won't refuse me the very first favor
ask you on our last day together?"
Thanks for your kindness in remind
ing me of thatr' said Jack, abruptly,
Looking Il way from her.
THE fact is, don't believe in the least
YOU remember where or when we metz
she pouted.
Ijo YOU think so? 1t was at the
WHITES private theatricals; you were
dressed in some sort of blue stuff, with
white flowers in your hair, and after the
play was over you sang an air from The
Huguenots.' Mr.. Whyte introduced me
to you, and we talked together for an
hour or more until you left at twelve
o'clock TO 60 to the Prussian Minister'S
ball
"But that is only what you saw. ask
ed for what you thought. See" she said
coquettishly. "Tll give you this bunch OF
vioete, my own pretty flowers, that l
have brought all the way from Rome, if
YOU will tell me what you thought OF
mel
Jack looked at her tixedly moment.
and burst out laughing, "You are true
woman, Eleanor he said; "but it
would be asking too much, perhaps, to
expect you to forego proving your pow
er, I'll tell you what l thought that
night l watched you long while, and
said to myself; Here at last is face to
live with and to die for-the frank, loyal
face of girl whose love it were we'll
worth risking ones life to obtain; girl
above the petty considerations OF society;
a girl with enough heart to love man
for himself and not for what he could
give her, and enough courage to avow It..
That, Miss Hardy, was my first impress
sion OF you.
Eleanor tarned very pale. Something
in his emotion had touched her; here in
the country, away from Rome and from
her aunt, it seemed so much more diff
cult to realize satisfactorily the wisdom
of her choice. Everything about her
was young and full of hope; all the soft
ness of the spring seemed TO whisper TO
her that life is short, and love the one
good of life. 1t was hard to have re-
nounced it all, and something in Des-
mond's expression, "a g.rl with enough
heart to love man for himself and not
for what he could give her." seemed sud-
denly to cast new light, and not a
pleasant one at that, on her own motives
and intentions. She was at once humila-
ted and angry; she admired Jack for his
contempt OF what she GOV eted, hundred
times more than she had ever done be-
fore; but while acknowledging his super
iority to herself, she would have punish
cd him for it if she had had the power TO
do it,
aAnd what is your last impression OF
me?" she asked, slowly,
Desmond had risen, and was gathering
up her hat and fan and cloak. IL shall
NOT tell YOU what think of you now, )"
:,niotly