The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1878-11-20

uehIn, OF Olu asSi puN hAAVu ny WI
Of pleasure to the brim.
Mr.. Chaloner was our lawyer ant
friend, and if my face ever flushed
or my heart-throbs grew quicker al
the sound Of his voice or The touch
of his hand, no one ever knew it,
One evening, nearly year aftel
that morning in the garrett, Mr.
! Chaloner asked me to be his wife
/ waved my fan witha "Grand Ouch
ess" air, and said;
mo, Mr.. Chaloner, l do not wish
to marry at present, and when | do
ii is my duty toto"
@Slake a grand match?"
"Yes."
"a duke for instance" suggested
my lover, coldly.
"Yes, i think that would do"
Hugh didn't tear his hair OF
threaten to commit suicide because |
refused him. He even had the i'm
pertinence to laugh, and look down
at me, said:
"You absurd child! doubt if you
will ever see a duke, | shall wait
|
patiently, for of course we will mar
ry some day. 1 have felt it ever
since saw you sitting on the stove
that morning"
Now, l had no good excuse for act
ing as l did. 1t was simply contra
riety. Hugh Chaloner was a noble
man, and in my heart of hearts l
knew l loved him, but Abby and
Juliet calmnly contented themselves,
longod to see me safely landed on the
shores of matrimony, hence I deter
mined not to marry, but to enjoy my
freedom as long as pleased.
We were going to have a double
wedding Abby and Juliet were to
be married on the same day, and my
two fair sisters were deeply, truly
happy.
One evening, just a week before
the wedding, Mr.. Grambling called,
looking very grave.
II bring bad news, ladies'" he said,
abruptly, sand it concerns your
uncle"
1 felt a cold chill creep up my
spine.
"Well," said Abby.
Mr.. Jetferys left a later will; it has
just been found to-day, and he left
his property to an orphan asylum"
Then there was a long silence, and
/ questioned the reality of all earth
ly things. Three white shocked
faces confronted the lawyer.
SIT cannot be true" 1 cried out at
last. "Uncle Maurice surely was not
so wicked.p
But it was true, and--we were as
moor ne when we lived in Mrs len.
kins' back attic.
Abby and Juliet accepted this re,
verse of fortune very calmly, but l
wept and refused to be comforted,
took pleasure in hating Uncle Maur-
ice.
With a magnanimity worthy oil
praise Mr.. Chaloner again came for.
ward and proposed, but pride made
me reject him this time.
"No," l said, proudly, al wouldn't
marry you when l was rich, don't
ask me to now"
Then l went up stairs and cried
until my nose was the size of a tea,
cup.
My sisters thought 1 would nat
urally make my home with them
but l had not the remotest idea o.
such a thing. We had a warm dis
cussion on the subject one night, ant
l came off victor.
"But what are you going to do
Clia?n asked Abby.
II am going down to Pickensvillc
to teach school aud wear out all The
finery."
So, after the wedding, l departed
for Pickensville, This highly inter
esting village was composed of two
dozen houses, five stores, and a set o
the most respectable stupid people
ever saw.
The mild dissipation the Picken
; Williams INDUCED in, when compared
to that had just given up, was lik,
blue skinned milk to rich, red wine
My life was a drCary samenes.
from week to week. If had kept
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