The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1876-04-12


ence," he said, will you permit me TO
present to YOU my friend, Mr.. AireyE
lam afraid, ] really am awinlIy aire ;.l
that am intruding here, said the Poli'e
aWhy no !" said the lady, with the slight
DELAY on each word to emphasize Ier
negative. and she added, lyon can help
me- to choose a winter jacket. Do you
like that y and she pointed to garment,
which was floating up and down the room
on n most elegant young person, Wno hau l
risen in life BY the remarkable lall IN her
back. .,, ,,o.1
(which do you meant" asked the lady,
lemurely. Mr.. Airey was delighted.
These little American women have so
much li.possession and so much spirit
They are SO friendly without being last.
His heart warmed to her, as it does TO all
pretty women. He enjoys their society,
as he delights in Paris. In their pres
encc he feels himself kindled to wit; when
they are gone, he will moralize on them
by the hour. He is ever ready ito break
a comparison or two" on acharming lady.
at must be strange life" he observed,
lowering his voice" this sweeping up and
down and bending Of the body under 9TH
or peoples jackets"
GMy figure is my fortune" remarked
Mr.. Armstead, who was standing very
upright and staring at the gliding gar
I6ent. !,
aWhy,it must be delightful" exclaimed
Mrs. Armstead. "0nly fancy being al.
ways sure to have on the very latest
thing" =,
"Good gracious! how frivolous !"
thought Mr.. Airey.
ut is is evident that ! must go to my
banker" said the lady's husband. "Shall
have the pleasure OF your company, sir,
or do you remain among the jackets%
The lady looked an invitation prettily.
allow charmingp thought Mr.. Airey;
and he said, 81 think, II Mrs. Armstead
will allow me, will stop and put her in:
10 her carriage" The lady smiled, and
her husband stalked of alone to his bank
or. The Englishman now bloomed into
talk with so much sprightliness and vi.
yacity, that Madame Laloutte was re.
duced to n fixed smile ofappreciation, and
"AIecs" could no longer display her
unique power Of lang uage. Mrs. Arm
stead rewarded her cavalier with occa-
sional smiles and mods, while she gave
her undivided attention to the business
before her. She liked prattle at her
ear, and had the rare gift OF seeming TO
understand it.
Having finally decided how the jacket
was to be cut, how 1t was to be decorated,
and what it was to cost, she became Ii ght'
hearted, and for conversations sake be-
gan to babble Of her doubts. She Won
dered If she had chosen right. Did he
think that the shape would go with the
largest gowns? Was ittoo heavy? Was
it not too light? Would it be very be-
coming? To all these questions she wait.
ed for no answer, but stepped daintily
into her brougham. Then she gave the
gentleman some fingers beautifully GLOW
cd through the window, and said, smil.
ing: "lhave half mind to go back and
countermand II. Would you be so good
as to tell me the time? Thank you so
much. How late! And ! have forgotten
little Bobby's medicine again, guess |
won't go back about the jacket. Home"
Therein pom shc was swept away, leaving
Mr.. Airey with his hat In his hand. lie
stood holding his hat and staring after
the carriage, until n fat French lady oil
fashion pushed him of the pavement,
while her little darling Of dog ran be-
tween his legs. Having nnwound him
self.from the animals chain and muir
INJURED an apology TO its owner, Mr.
Aircy put on his hat and heaved sigh.
"I have forgotten little Bobby's med.
icinc againp he repeated as lie
moved away. "And they talk OF the
irivolity OF French women. Poor little
Bobbyw This moralist has tender heart
and delights to cxerciseit. Pathetic were
the pictures which he conjured up OF the
little innocent. He thought OF Tiny Tim
and little Paul Dombey. lie fancied the
sick child living like a faded flower on
his small bed, and lisping blessings on his
mother whose whole mind was concentrat.
ed on the choice Of winter jacket. She
had forgotten the medicine again. How
often had she forgotten it? Perhaps for
months that little blighted child had been
signing for the lively tonic, or the dark
brown cod.liver oil; but the hands which
should have administered the draught
while It's fellow soothed the pillow OF the
sufferer, was posing bonnets or lingering
fringes. Perhaps at the very moment
noor little Bobby was looking his last
look into his mothers eyes, and whisper.
ing: "Never mind, mother, it's too late
l shan't want the physic now; You may
take it all yourself" "But this is weak
ness" said Mr.. Aircy to himself, as he
found the tears IN his eyes. lie went
home like man bent on discharging Q
duty, and springing light as French
thinker from the particular to the gener
al, wrote in his diary: American womer
have even less feeling than Partisan"
"A week passed, and Mr., Aircy had no
called upon his Boston acIuaintanceS
1t was no small sacrifice. Had any on'
ever told him that he was in love with
married woman, his neatly-arranged hal
would have risen and betrayed the THU
places. Nevertheless, on some OF thos'
platforms which in countless numbers lii
between the abyss oflove and the height
OF sublime indifference, the estimabl'
gentleman moved with ease and grace
The pleasure which he felt in the societ,
OF charming woman was, to some ex
tent, unlike that which he derived from
tho conversation OF his maiden aunt OF
his former tutor. The unlike element
whatever it may be, never troubled hi
conscience; but when he was forced to dis
approve Of an attractive woman, he man
| fully resisted his inclination for her com
pany. He resisted his tendency to cal
upon the Armsteads for full week. Or
the eighth day after their former meeting
he had his hand on the bell Of their apart
ments. Perhaps he went to moralize
perhaps to offer medicine. The door wa
opened by French maid who was cryinnl
in a most becoming manner. The visit
or's Imagination was aroused. us !
BobbyF' he gaspcd. She nodded pref
tily. She could not speak for weeping
She led the way into the first room, ant
after moments hesitation he iollowet
her. The sight which he beReld was IN
decd surprising. On the table stood
bottle Of physic, and by it the most deli
cate sweet breads untaSted. MIR. Arm