The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1878-04-20
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WHEN HELEN PAINTED.

| kerchiet; Richard Warner picked up the
dainty lace trifla and gave it back into
the little pink gloved hand from which
1t had shipped. In return for the ser
vice he received smile. u bow and
musical "Thsnk you"
"a very fne-lookllg fellow - that
young Warner don't you think So Mr..
Stickney2" she asked, srching her pretty
brows in very pstronizing manner, as
her fathers clerk passed on.
"Passsble," replied the young man sd-
dressed, lifting, with exquisite tact and
grace, an eye-glsss to the weakest of his
wesk eyes, and scrutiniZing Warner
through it with one of those long stares
peculiar to some people. "But who is
her"
Now Mr.. Stickney didn't ask the ques-
tion for information. He knew, as well
as be knew that the habit of wearing No.
(ladIes' size) CATERS are giving him
some most excrucisting cOrns, that the
gentleman about when they were con-
versing WAS only sslaried clerk in the
employ OF his pretty companions wealthy
father.
"On, he's nobody, to be sure! But
| father has some very eccentric notions,
and insists upon our asking him TO all
our parties, rs much as though be were 3
young lord"
mr. Warner had made the circuit OF
the room sgsin during this conversation,
and was approaching the place where
| they StOod-this time With Miss AIDE
iaido LOrimer on his arm. There
couldn't have been greater contrast had
some little rOseate morning cloud taken
1t into his head to run away with its
grandfather, the midnight, than there
Was between the sbove.nsmed couple
Warner, with his tall, proud figure in
the suit OF well-worn, but glossy, black
orosdCloth; his dark. handsome, manly
face and magnificent black eyes-snd
Adelaide slight, sylph like; sunshine
10 her robes of some white gOssamer fab
rlC, in her violet eyes, rose-tinted cheeks
and soft curls floating to her waist like a
golden mist.
They looked well together, neverthe.
less, snd Miss Helen sngrily bit line
OF milky little teeth into the rose of her
under lip on seeing them in each others
company. She had been thinking for
the past few minutes what nice person
Mr. Warner would be to firt with. She
was tired Of the yellow mustache, weak
eyes and insipid gsllsntries of her de-
voted AgIstus, and though she intended
IN the course of time to become Mrs.
StiCkney, unless some sutton with an eX-
ira thousand happened along, she couldn't
see why for what reason she might not
entertain herself by breaking the heart
of her fathers handsome clerk in the
meantime.
What right had Miss Adelaide to step
IN thus unCeremOniously between her and
her intended vietim2 1t was down
right mean, and she wouldn't submit 10
it. Somehow, by some careless motion
OF the lsdy's wrist, her jeweled fan was
josted from its place, and, sliding down
ner long skirt of rose-cOlored satin. fell
directly at Mr.. Warmers feet US tina!
gentleman was passing Of course he
could not do less than disengsge his arm
from his companions and restore the
misplaced article CMr. Stickney had
turned his head for fear of an introduce
tlon), and OF course he saw no attempt at
fascination in the besming glance with
which Miss Helens superb eyes &C.
knowledged the politeness. OF course,
TOO, he failed to be aware of any art in
the way that charming young lady man
aged to engage him in sentimental con-
versatlOn, or any cOquettish vancouver IN
the Skillful manner in which it came
about that, almost before he knew It,
Mss Adelaide was promenading the
room with Mr.. StiCkney, and her naughty
sister WIS cinging, a bewildering and
atiable substitute, to the sleeve of his
pieOeian cost.
Perhaps, however, he noticed the lit.
lie shadow of disappointment which
litted over Adelside's pretty face as the
evening drew to close, snC he found no
chance to speak with her again. How
could she know that it was not his incli-
nation, but Miss Helen, that held him
captive? at any rate, he muttered to
himself in the solitude of his chamber
that night.
How provoking it was! Helen's face
may have the more artistic beauty, but
Adelsldes Is sweet as an angels. l
wonder when Lorimer intends TO raise
Uy sslsry2"
At the same moment Miss Helen, Ian.
Suidly dlsrobing herself, was remsrkiug,
with wesrisome yawn which stretched
her little rose OF mouth to width that
might have surprised her delicate and
| lAsL.dIOus Augustus, that chat Warner
was presuming fellow, and came near
making love to her. She would take
him down little, if she died for it.
She did wish Stickney would dye his
rnoustsChe" while Adelaide listening
with burning cheeks, snugged her gol-
don head down deeper into the great
downy pillows, and let the embroidered
sleeve OF her night robe tall across her
! face in such way as to conceal the sus-
piciOus glitter OF something very like to
tears on her silken lsshes, and which
made her blue eyes look like May violeLs
after dash of summer rain has sprnk-
led the meadows.
Mr.. Richard Warner went TO the post
office one morning and got letter. y
very importsnt-looking document.it Was
thick, awkward and with foreign
post-msrk. He had only two correspon-
dents in the world-hs mother and his
cousin Lizzie. And he turned the
strange epistle over two or three times IN
his hand before opening it, knowing that
1t came from neither Of them, and won
dering where and who it could be IRON.
He broke the seal in the street read q
few lines and turned white; few more
and turned red u few more and started
on dead run down. the street, making
be criuolined ladies stare and bundle
laden errand boys dodge one side;
knocking the breath out Of two or three
corpulent gentlemen's bodies, and giving
broad leap over the back of an OLD
apple-woman who was stopping by her
lruI,-stand to pick up stray bit OF
change, and who looked up Just in time to
see the gentlemen's undigniEed cost-tails
fly like pair OF black wings around the
corner.
The next thing known OF him ne was
standing in the couuting-room OF his
r. Iobp InrinIpr DlDtlQu.