Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1877-02-06
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CARRINGTON.
A STORY OF TRUE LOVE.

A STORY OF TRUE LOVE.
Yes! "all is fair in war and love-"
And the ups and downs Of life;
The preying hawk, the cooling dove,
Such extremes Of peace and strife
Will commingle and unite
In advancing what is right
At the last! At the last!!
Pretty! lovely!! glorious Why
man, it is simply the most exquisite,
the most delicately beautiful face I ever
saw in my life. Surely you must not
think me extravagant in my praise
Eleanor Herbert, did you say her name
was?
Rupert Grandevilles own face, as
handsome as gods, with its blue eyes,
its dark gold brown beard, cut pointed,
and flowing away from his perfect chin,
with its heavy dropping moustache, its
gold brown hair curling over his plen-
did head. Such face and head. not
excelled by the famed Apollo Belvidere
of the Vatican--.his fair, faultless, man
ly face of Rupert Grandeviile was all
alight with enthusiasm as he turned for
a second to look at the graceful, slender
young girl who had passed his vision
for one second with veil uplifted, as she
stopped for an ardent, admiring glance
at group of statuary in the elegant
show window of the shop, just inside of
which Rupert Grandeville had been hav-
ing a chance chat with one of the pro-
prietors. Old Mr.. Doweller smiled at
the young mans unusual interest, so
plainly manifested.
"She is as pretty little bit of flesh
and blood as one would wish to see, and
as noble girl as lives" he said. 81
have only known her short time
known her by sight and reputation, I
mean-but all I see and all hear tends
| to heighten both admiration and respect.
Her story is like leaf from romance"
Mr.. Grandeville's handsome eyes were
all eager attention, and he drew nearer
to the speaker, fearful lest he might not
hear all of the interesting story.
| Mr.. Doweller was q clever mer-
| chant, man of good heart, a
gentleman of considerable culture
In his youth he had travelled in foreign
lands, seeing and observing much that
was worthy remembrance but withal,
he was quite plain, modest, una.sum-
ing man. He only purposed telling the
story of Lenore and her brother as he
knew the facts, and as it impressed and
interested him. In reply to Rupert's
request, he proceeded:
''You can see at a glance she is young
lady of refinement, and culture, and
breeding. Her very walk indicates it,
and yet she is very poor-so poor she
was obliged to open small lodging
house few months ago to obtain means
of support for herself and young broth
er, an unfortunate little lad-lame or
blind, think-a boy of seven or so,
with face like one Of Guido's angels
in st. Peters or Raphaels cherubs in the
Sistine chapel at Rome"
Rupert suddenly Strengthened from
his attitude of lazy, graceful enjoyment
of Mr.. Doweller's story. "a boy, lame
or blind, with face like an angel? ?"-
He repeated the words almost mechan-
ically; then an expression of sudden,
bewildered surprise dawned on his face.
"Yes," answered Mr.. Doweller, "but
that is not the creme of the story. It
seems that Miss Herbert was born and
reared in luxury, and all her lie had
been led to expect that she and little
Alfred would be her grandfather's
heirs"
Rupert interrupted him, assuming a
thoughtful air, and knitting his manly
brow for moment, as if in the almost
fruitless effort to recall something-the
tllC udIuC, tIlC
connected with the past.
"Alfred! The boys name is Alfred
then ?"
Mr.. Doweller looked little surprised
at the interest that had suddenly taken
the place of Grandeville's first curiosity.
"Alfred and he and Eleanor (she was
always called Lenore) would have been
| the heirs of the magnificent Darlington
estate. Grandeville, you are smitten
with her. Yea, as Tennyson says in
his Morte D'Arthur, "smitten thro' the
helm" and "a little thing may harm a
wounded man." So be careful, Sir Ru-
pert. You actually gave a nervous start
then But, as [ was saying, the old
gentleman in fit of anger, because the
young lady refused to marry somebody
he had set his heart on, revoked his
will, and died very suddenly before he
had time to come to his senses, as every
body believes he would have done. But
Miss Lenore and little Alfred are beg
gars, while some far off relations of old
Mr.. Darlington in the country became
heir in consequence of an unfortunate
fit of wrath-fortunate enough for him
but certainly unlucky enough for pretty
Miss Lenore. But see 1 have made
too long a yarn; I have bored you
| OIdUucNillCs AilcI all, III WAS Only
sweet, pretty face that momentarily
charmed you" Rupert rose leisurely
'No; you have not bored me at ALL
Very romantic little story. Owen Mer.
edith treated the world TO LUCILLE, basee
on a plot not near SO good. The worlc
has apparently enjoyed that aOondrou
poem. Now, surely can properly ap
; preciate your story. Have 1 not reat
. Lucille? Have not heard your truth
full narrative? Very, very romantic
Doweller. suppose that you will sent
the things have ordered to-day.
: will not keep you any longer"
He strolled leisurely into Regent
street, so handsome, so graceful, so com
pletely man to WOO women's hearts
whom no woman had ever yet been abb,
to quicken heart beat.
"Eleanor Herbert! So that's old Mr.
, Carrington's granddaughter's name,-
3 I've heard of Alfred before; but nobody
ever told me when the Darlington estate
came so mysteriously and suddenly t,
: me that had beggared a girl with tn
purest, noblest, sweetest face 1 eve
looked at, Wouldn't marry man sh
did not love for the immense fortune
feel have actually stolen from her, an,