South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1878-09-27


advanced ase. could and sditaUie hue:
band id CatestiiIe; whist might Hot x
eighteen dor
/, So, 4 sons 70 Gstsssiik ,kila 1 W.;
oQnte4tcd spirit, dbl graudmotEer gave
me llartiet.s old goom.. I was very
glad to be dxdy from hdsie, and frOm
the ednstant itefatidh Or the same d.
PetGt Stub5s, I stHesr2lt hdped THAT Ia
OatSstill6 I might had nv IDEAL, and
TIED Id triumph exhibit him To iiother
dnd Matilda; add fdiexef extinguish all
ths hopes and ssptfSt;6cs OF poor Peter
Stapbs;
.asdaiHet ~rdti " rie tets seldom
Matilda, once every t.afee ~seks: Ma;
tilda's second letter after my ar.-...ai Id
Gainesville contained the following item
OF news about Peter Stubbs
"His mother died Eve days ago. and am
sure don't know what Peter 10 going to do
now. BE oil sions Ia that Big handsome
hcuss. xith only tbs txu servants. Aunie Par.
ker said, at the funeral, that hs would have to
get married nov, whether he wanted to or not
and know that eirher she or Susan Lake would
just jump at the cssncs OF being Mrs. Peter
Siubbs, in spite Of the way they have made
fun Of bis name. But do hope Peter will
have mors sense than to marry one Of those
foolish, empty headed girls"
When laid the letter down, I remain.
cd plunged in a revety for at least &c.
teen minutes. was thinking Of Peter
Stubbs. How he had loved his poor old
mother! l could imagine him sitting at
his lonely meals. and having no one at
all to welcome his coming, OF speed his
going 1 verify believe, that if Peter
had walked I'm at that moment, and ask.
ed me to marry him, should have said
Yes" SO sorry did l feel for linn in his
loneliness and sadness.
But lie didn't walk in; and the next
day something happened which drove all
thought OF him out of my foolish brain.
/ was walking down High Street late
in the evening. bound on an Grand for
grandmother. l carried my purse in one
hand, aud in the other my umbrella,
for it looked like rain.
Miss said voice right behind me,
startling me terribly, lyon have lost
your handkerchief"
II turned quickly. to sec young man
holding ont dainty hemstitched hand
kerchief to me, bowling profoundly as
lie did 50. ut Is not mine," was my
stammered reply.
How could my voice be fluent when
looking into my own eyes were the eyes
Of my cherished Ideal, and I'm nv ears
sounded the musical voice I had fanci.
ell yet never before heard?
Are you quite sure it is not yours 7"
questioned tile soft, mellow voice very
politely. Eyes, sir, quite sure" / man.
aged to say.
He made me another low bow, and
then walked away. as il reluctant to
leave my presence.
How my heart went pit.a.bat" as /
hurried on down the street to tie store
for which l was bound Ny mind was
so taken up with the image Of the Adonis
who had just spoken to me, that could
With difficulty remember what articles
grandmother wanted.
When left the store. laden with par.
GELS, found, to my dismay, that it was
raining quite fast. was hestatine
what to do, for my hands we're too full
to permit OF my raising my umbrella.
"Will you permit ne to hold my um.
breila over you? [ see you are quite in
capacitated for holding your own" said
the musical voice of my ideal and there
he was by my side. holding his large,
silk umbrella over me. and walking by
me until VIC reached my grandmother
house, which was only short distance
from the store.
spoke but little during our walk, for
| felt confused and shy, but my com
panion made up for my silence, for be
fore we parted had learned that Ire
was the son of wealthy banker in a
distant city, and was only in Catesv;lle
on business for short time.
III am so lonely here" he said, as be
held my hand at parting, 81 now nbso
lutely no one. Will you, can you allow
me TO call on you just once? I should
so enjoy it. l know we are congenial
spirits. You have only an old grand.
mother, you say, and am sure there
will be no objections made. Let us dis
pense with the empty form called an in
PRODUCTION"
blusbingly gave him permission TO
call, feeling very guilty as did so, and
| uc pun lu NY uttUU Ills ChTuf OH winch
read the name Of "Florentine DE Veign.'
II am partly French" he said, as be
saw me read bis name.
"Oh, ! knew that" replied. Your
black hair and eyes and --and"-l STAN
mered, ran in the house and shut the
door after me.
did not tell my grandmother OF my
adventure OF course. knew she would
not approve of my giving permission TO
a total stranger TO call. 1 was in a fever
OF impotence all the next day. and at
night dressed myself in my best alpaca,
and sat in the parlor with my crochet.
At eight o'clock the bell rang, and he
came. Grandmother had gone 10 bed.
and knew nothing Of IT, aud the house.
maid simply said "a she opened the par.
Tor door that gentleman wanted TO see
me. The girl thought OF course that IL
was some gentleman whose acqnain.
lance ! had made at the house OF some
friend.