The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1876-12-02
A LOVE CHASE.

will not begin at the beginning and
decribe how, in my boyish days, sport
ed with Miss Cilly Busse. l will not de-
cribe how we used TO romp together, and
reciprocrate in all those little innocent en-
dearments usual between children OF
nearly the same age and opposite sexes.
When l had just left the college, and
not yet recovered my plying dismay at
the small regard which the world in gen.
eral paid to classics, moral philosophy, and
metaphysics, when the first faint
visions of q mustache came over
my mind, and l daily ex-
smined with solicitude the soft
down of my upper lip when l enjoyed
the novel excitement, and knew not OF
the agonies of shaving; when my watch
chain did not hang in sublime indepen-
dence far in front of my legs; in those
happy days renewed my intimacy with
Miss Cilly Busse.
Her mother and elder sister kept q
small girls school, in which Miss Cilly
was sort of supernumerary, that is she
attended the wardrobes, general depart
ment, and occasionally the moral prin-
clples of the pupils; and took any class
winch happened to be without regular
instruction.
By degrees l began to regard the
srimlooking house IN which the Buses
lived with very friendly feelings,
To those who approached it in the
morning with books in hand, and a tear
full weight OF unlearned lessons on their
minds, it seemed to cause chill like the
first aspect of dungeon; but to me the
dull brick walls appeared to enclose
garden of Acsdemus. No wonder that
I went there often. There l would find
Miss Harmonic Busse engaged in the
persusl of some formidable treatise on
education. OF course, l never disturbed
her. There would be Mrs. Busse read
ing some fearfully religious book, oy
whose means she could satisfactorily dis
turb the minds of all her friends and re-
lstiyes. Ineyer tried TO distract her
mind from 30 agreeable an occupation.
But there would be Cilly, sitting in q
deep window seat that would just hold
two. and looking sweetly with her little
foe, tucked under her, and her soft little
hands engaged on some inscrutable piece
of feminine employment. 1t was nat
ural that l should take the other malt OF
the window, and that, so cut on from
everybody else, we shonld grow extreme
" confidential. We used to talk about
eyerything-sbout poetry, about our
neighbors, about flowers, and the isst
niece Of scandal, about the stars, and
shout ourselves. l enjoyed the CONVEX
ss,ions extremely. Sometimes we were
lef, alone in the room, but that used to
make no difference, until one evening
when the colloquy took turE winch
startled. dismsyed. and confounded me-
| 7 haIieve we we're talking about the stars;
Miss Cilly was speaking as she generally
did. She pointed out 10 my adinifihs
gsZe the evening stsr-the star OF love
From thence we disgressed to the aneet-
ions. Miss Cillys ideas OF love were OF
no Ioftiest character. She could surren-
dar all endure all, accomplish sll thin gs,
for the object of her love. If loved, she
dea,red no other bliss; if scorned, she
s;abad out that she would carry her
love into the grave. She knew that sne
conId never love more than one-her
Srst love would be her last. She could
not believe in the possibility of any mar
risge other than one of atfection-moneey
moor dress, what was 1t that II shouio
take the place of the only
thirg which could render e1.
istence hsppy1 The ideas were not
nreciscly original. but beng very earnest,
~ and tenderly expressed, thoy touched
70 extremely. Then Miss Cilly began
- he ,noui.itive as to my experience IN
the tender passion. She insisted tnas l
tac been IN love, and was determined to
know the object of my affections. Beng
a nervous and bashful man, the state 10
which a quarter OF an hours sross'e X
animation reduced me can perhaps oe
imagined. know of no writer VINO
could depict it. After having obtain 60
thorough and complete information as 70
the substance of every conversation mao
held with any young woman II she
town during the last month, MISS Ciiiy
BEGAN to draw deductions. This was the
climax to my agony, and I burst forth
N decentralization. / assured mss
Cnly thst / had been nowhere q tlthe
I If the times that had been 70 see her;
thsti Hksd nobody else - we'll ..
liked her, and that II she wn deter
}, 49, .h..Ians me IN love with some