Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1876-12-30
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LOVE ON the WAVE.
~ G H. KNAhF

By REGINA H. KNAhF.
The Reverend Thomas Grayson, n.
A.. sat at the open window of his
room at the Ocean House, Newport,
with his feet upon the sill, his chair
tilted lu%xuriously backward, and the
blue smoke of a fragrant partaga
curling above head aud floating gent
lv out upon the evening air. In full
view from his window there poured
down the avenue before the hotel q
throng of splendid eQuipages. turning
the beautiful street into avast kaleid-
oscope of color and motion, the cOun-
terpart of which, it occurred to Gray
son, could be found nowhere else in
the world. As he was idly gazing
at the brilliant threng and wonder
ing whether his boot-seles appeared
to the best advantage from below,
his attention became riveted upon a
man upon the opposite side Of the
street. whose strange actions caused
the Reverend MI. Graysou to remove
his cigar from his lips, and his feet
from the window. and to bend for
ward in an attitude Of sudden inter-
est. The individual in question
stood under a tree, around the trunk
of which he constantly peered, as
though eagerly watching for some
one, while deslrous at the same time
of escaping observation. He had
evidently timed his appearance with
tolerable certainty, for there soon
came driving slowly down the avenue
an open barouche, driven by a color
ed coachman in livery, and drawn by
two milk-whits horses, which were
no sooner deserted by the gentleman
under the tree than he seemed to be
thrown into a state of the greatest
possible excitement. He stood upon
one foot and then upon the other,
peeped around the trunk of the tree,
then drew his head quickly back again
took q step forward, as though about
to plunge recklessly into the road
way, and then returned hastily to his
former position, besides doing q great
many other strange things like a per-
son suddenly bereft of his senses.
The carriage contained two elderly
gentlemen and a young girl-the lat
ter, Grayson thought, one of the most
beautiful he had ever seen q little
blue-eyed blonde, with q diRlple in
each cheek, aud q mouth like q wild
cherry. She looked a little pale and
anxious, and it was not difficult to
see that, while she listened or pre-
tended to listen to the conversation
of the two old gentlemen, her bright
eyes were searching among the trees
on either side for something that she
had not yet found. Suddenly her
cheek flushed, her eyes became bright
or than ever; her little gloved hand
was pressed for q moment to her lips,
and then held I've the side of the
carriage. Grayson turned to the
young man beneath the tree. He
stood leaning against the trunk with
his hand on his heart, and gazing
m%ournfully after the carriage as it
rolled away. A moment afterwards,
he deserted something lying in the
road, and darted out to pick it up.
1t was a letter.
BY Jovep exclaimed Grayson,
that was we'll done. Bless my soul.
I believe that's Jack Turner, He !
Jack, Jack | Is that you?
The individual addressed looked
toward the hotel. and after scanning
the windows for a moment, caught
sight of Grayson, who was waving
his handkerchief energetically. Then
lie came running across the street
with the letter in his hand. A mo-
ment afterward he was in Grayson's
room.
'Tom,' he bursted forth, who in
the world expected to find you here?'
And you, my dear fellow return
sd the young clergyman; what were
you doing under that treeP
You saw me p asked Jack eagerly
You ssw-you say her p
1saw the whole ridiculous perfor
nance. What a little beauty Ii
there some romance wrapped up IL
all thisY
'Romancel Yes, a deuce Of . 70
mance-for me, exclaimedJack throw
ing himself into q chair. That Lowell,
girl is my afianced BRIDE
You don't say so,' said Graysen. il
establishment.
The old gentleman with the whit
hair and the gray military mustache,
continued Jack, SIS her father. Th,
other old duf1er, the stupid-lookin,
centennarian, with the mushy fac
aud the red nose, is her Alliance,
husband
'Whew!' whistled Tom, Il shout,
think there was a romance. Go on.
its the old story, l suppose re
piled Jack, heaving a long sigh. .
met her last winter at the house of
friend in New York. and was entrau
ced with her beauty, her accomplish
ments, her innocence, her goodness
her.
Yes, yes, Pill take all that for grant
ed interrupted Grayson.
Our acquaintance seon ripened in
to friendship, and speedily into love
We became betrothed. l asked he
father, who ia a retired army officer
for her hand. He put on his Buen
Vista manner, asked me if I suppose
his daughter was going % marry
miserable bank clerk on two thou
sand year, and then showed me tn
door,"
tAh,' exclaimed Grayson, with a
appearance of great interest.
After l left him. continued Jacb
There was a scene, as I subsequent
learned, between him and my dea
girl, who bravely declared that sh
would marry any one else, all
besought him on her knees, wit
tears, to consent to our union. Blu
the old fellow was obstinate and sal
he had other views for her. Prett
toen these views came along in the pel
son of that mushy-faced old patrisrc
whom you saw just now in the Ca,
rage. He, to. is q retired here of tn
Mexican war, and very rich. NJ
darling shut herself in her room an
refused to see him. She grew thi
and pale, and nearly cried her eve
out. l bribed M of the servant,
who carried daily notes between u
but her unnatural parent detecte
our correspondence, and it was il
tercepted.'
my poor boy !! said Graysou wit
sympathy.
For weeks 1 could obtain no con
munication from her. At last
learned from a friend of the famll
that they were all coming to Newpor
to visit at the villa of her propose
husband, who is q widower. I oil
tanned leave of absence from the ban
on the ground of i%ll-health, and TO
lowed them. Yesterday 1 saw IN
darling for the first time, and to-da
I.received this letter, in which, CO,
tinued Jack, kissing it rapturousl,