The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1878-02-09
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HOW WOMEN LOVE.
From an old Magazine.

such a daughter oi man, the Angels lnaI
shared his 2 DRY would have enyied hiss
debssement. Ste was royalty beautiful.
! Every look was = CLEAN of starlight,
every smile ray out Of heaven. On,
YES i 3 all well enough for you, Philip
Phillips, to sit there smiling at my fan.
cies, and you may keep on calling me
extravaganza, and all that sort OF thing,
but tell you that Clara Mlbank was al
| escaped angel out of the land OF light"
1t WAS winter night in the up coun-
try. Ny friend Stephen Wilson had
| sent me a most urgent invitation to cone
up TO the old hall and pass quiet Christ
mas with him, and had accepted 1t for
, the sake of the quiet. | knew that no
one would disturb US there, and the day
after l arrived a snow.storm set IN, AMI
| it blew snd showed, and showed and blew
| until there wssSEo fence and scarcely a
barn left yIssble about the house. The
morning after the storm cleared oil we
held council and decided TO forbid the
| breaking OF the avenue road for q week,
and it was q clear case that no visitors
could approach through that mile OF snow
VARYING from two to ten feet IN depth
| from the house to tho gate. 1t was
barrier between US and the outer world
all sufficient, and We sat down IN the
| library to our books and talk and
thoughts with much Of content AID sat-
| isi8ction.
1t was the evening before Christmas
Christmas Eve, hsllowed by thousands
of memories other than those OF the
birth-nlght, IN every human heart. l
ssy human, for that heart is not of the
same mould, nay, is scarcely OF the same
clay with mine which fails to thrill with
emotion IN the memories OF Christmas
Eve.
We sat in front of blazing fire, and
on the table between US stood the golden
Ivourne and the last few sparkling drops
| of a bottle of St. Persy. Dinner was re
moved but few moments ago, and
Stephen, having left his wine to praise
itself, had commenced a conversation
which l, not without q design, had led
On TO the point at which | have com
menced this narration.
Nv friend was man Of fifty, the pro-
prietor of fine estate, wealthy, and
| Withal lover of his ease. Having
wherewithal to crafty his tastes, no did
not think it wrong to pay literally Tor
| pleasure, and hence there were ie|
places in the city or country that could
boast as complete furniture as bis. a
choice library. splendid rooms, horses,
dogs and every means OF killing game
and time, YOU found at your service here,
and among all these spplisnced We two
were not a loss in helping the progress Of
the hours. But there had always been
a certain something in Wilson's way Of
speaking when wa talked OF the past that
| led me TO fancy there WAS history con-
cealed in his memory that, once told,
would throw light on many points in ms
character which l did not fully under
stand. 1t was when he had reused him
self or had provoked him, to the en-
phstic declaration with which | have
| commenced, that | said to him, falling
back in my chair and slipping the lvourne
from bIood.red glass that made 1t laok
| ike blood, "Tell me all about her
Stephen"
lie looked into my eyes. They ex-
pre- ed no Great anxiety, nor yet any
GOODNESS. feared to brighton HIM away
from the subject by one and to offend
him too much by the other. l lifted the
glass to my lips and eyed him over the
ruby rim. He fixed his gaze on me for
an instant before he spoke.
"Put down the glass, Phillip. Put 1t
down, l say, and l will talk to you, bat
not while YOU drink that stuff. L. IS too
cold tipple for December night like
this, and there is that in tho cellar that
would warm the blood in the veins OF
Phsrsoh the First, could we but find his
mummy. JOhn-John-bring up the
Mountain Dew
1t came: and all being ready, he thus
began, and continued even to the end;
CLARA Milbank was the daughter OF
the rector OF the parish in which L was
born. 1t was far from here-very far.
II was country place not unlike this in
many respects. The old church stood IN
grove near the crossing OF three roads,
and a hundred yards from it was the
farm. house, deep among trees and vines,
which WAS the rectory. In it for many
wears nv fathers counsellor, friend and
companion, Henry Milbank, had lived,
and from its uncovered door he had
carried out his Clare-the beloved OF his
Younger years, who had slept on his
heart TOR almost score OF winters-hsd
carried him out TO a grave IN the church
ward under the moaning trees. From
his study-window he could look to her
grave, and there, for ten years, ho never
failed to sit AT the hour of sunset, and
lock and long for the hour when he too,
having been carried out even rs she,
should be permitted to pass through the
church ward TO the upper sanctuary
wherein she WAS now worshipping.
oils daughter wss fair child, st
those early years when children first be-
gin to be interesting; and | remember
well, when l was boy OF ten and she y
pIrl of six, that thought her the veri st
beauty in all tho world. And So she
wss with one snd only one exception.
She had = cousin, Phillip, whose name
Won have never heard rae men,lon-Eave
never heard mentioned IN this world
whose name has never been uttered on the
cold winds of earth since-snCe-but no
matter. know not what impels me to
. different course tonight. l feel a
strong desire, instead o! the reluctance l
have usually felt, to speak OF these things
tonight, and | will even yield to it. |
do believe that on the surface OF this
cs,th now there is no one living being
but myself who remembers the name Of
that radiant girl that was once so Clor-
ious in her young, glad beauty, and Is
now so utterly forgotten. She wss the
niece of the rector, the cousin Ct Glare;
her mother was bis sister. Lily Ray WAS
the only rival of her cousin, yet no tTo
persons could be more wholly dissimilar.
| The one was tall, queenly and grand;
the other was slender and exceedingly
,imid. The one had blsck and flashing
ewes: the others were blue and gentle
In all respects different, they were never
the,ess bound 10 each other by love
that WAS more than the love OF sisters,
and that even surpassed the love of man
for woman.
,,pblI;p 7 lived Iily Ray. From