The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1877-05-24
All Seventeen.
BY BELL BLOSSOM.

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such an extensive view of WestwOoC
House and grounds, 1t was little wonder
her girllsh, romantic heart beat quicker
and her pretty blue eyes dilated, as sh,
thought what grand good thing 4
would be if it should fall to her lot Il
be mistress of all its wealth, and posi-
tion and splendor.
Fer the long absent owner was coming
home-handsome Guy WestwOod, who
had been travelling like a prince oVeI
the world for years, and who was
coming home to the magnificent old
ancestral home, still unmarried, and a:
ine-looking, and young, and gallant as
ever. Not that Olive could personally
vouch for Guy Westwood's appearance
for the Willis family had only lived in
the vicinity of Westwood for the last
five years, and Mr.. Guy had already
been off two years when they came.
But it was acknowledged by every one
else that finer fellow never breathed
1t was an established fact, firm and
true as the everlasting hills, that he
was sole heir Of immense wealth; and
her own eyes had often seen the glory
of WestwOod House, as she, with heI
girl-companions, had pre-
vailed upon the gOod-natured house
keeper to let them see the grand saloons,
the magnificent suites of rooms, the art
gallery, the conservatOries, the armory
everything.
And the owner and master was near
at hand. Every train was expecting to
meet him, and the whole corps of Ser
wants in their livery of gray and gold,
were in readiness to welcome him home.
Olive stood on the grassy knoll, look
ing down on Westwood House, its pure
white marble walls and treble rows of
pillars cleaning SO coolly against the
dense shade in the rear, and wishing,
as gir,s will wish, it was her home.
cit would be so splendid" she
thought, her blue eyes flashing with the
delicious excitement of her vision,
"always to have my carriage, and never
have to wear such miserable dresses as
theSev
She cast Contemptuous glance at
her charmingly becoming attire-a
dainty pink lawn, whose hue brought
out all the freshness and sweetness of
her clear skin all glowing with health.
"If-if he would only think l was
pretty and"
Even over her own thoughts, her
cheeks began to flush and the lids
dropped over her eyes, the long lashes
lying in dark, golden shadows on her
face.
If she only could live such life as
Guy WestwOOd would live; not only for
the riches sakes, but because Guy West
wood was so elegant, so courtly, and
she did so like such people. If he only
would come home as such wealthy,
Independent gentleman should do
come like hero in a romance, alone,
on foot, and see his old
friends and new neighbors without their
dreaming it was he!
Olive gave little sigh over her i'm
vision, and then walked slowly
IN, fair, graceful as a lily, and sweet as
rose, with that girlish cloud on her
ace.
"How childish am! I" she thought,
Utmost angrily, as she walked on, swing
ng her straw hat by the strings. GAS
f Guy Westwood would notice me if he
Jaw me this moment! And yet"
A step near her startled her. She had
'een walking with her eyes persistently
'ent to the ground, so she had not OBJ
erved the gradual though rapid advance
'fthis stranger, who, several PAGES from
Ter, paused, raised his hat, and bowed.
81 beg your pardon, but does this
bath lead down to Westwood HouseP"
1t was the most fascinating voice, the
face Olive had ever seen.
She took in every detail of his appear
lnce, his manner, from his diamond
hirt studs to his extensive, solid boots
from the grace of his salute to the
,rave smile that accompanied his re-
luest. And foolish child that she was,
he felt sudden flush creep over her
ace as she met his admiringly respectful
,aze.
at leads straight to the lodge gate.
i Is only short distance further"
"Thank you. l suppose l am very
tupid not to remember it, but 1t Is so
many years since l washere, and every
hing seems changed"
Then sudden inspiration came to
Dive. Her eyes kindled, her cheeks
slowed with actual delight. 1t wa0 a
'omance, after all, and the blissful
knowledge drove all reserve away, and
made her prettier than ever.
"Ohl then It is Mr.. Westwoodl How
lad ami They are all ready and
Waiting for you up at the house."
A little frown of bewilderment gath.
red on his forehead-possibly at olives
Then he smiled and bowed.
$50 they expect meH What disap-
continent to me, after having taken SO
much trouble to surprise theml can
lot imagine how they knew l was
omlng,"
SO 1t really was Mr.. Westwood, He
vas handsome--oh, SO handsome, and
tylish, and elegant. olives eyes
leaned like twin stars as she thought
low fortunate this meeting was.
The gentleman stood several seconds
n silence, as If debating question In
Ia mind aud Dlivn untphpd him with