Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1879-04-22
MIS- cEIIAHE us.
LOVES DISGUISE.

gsS handsome, well>dressed gentleman was
g sitting in an easy chair in his apartment
in fashionable lodging house in the city.
Writing materials were on the table where he
had been engaged in writing letters; but. for
several moments past, had given himself up
to profound med itation. and was just now so-
liloguizing. Let us listen.
"Hang il all / cant Imagine what Uncle
/ John can be thinking of In his last letter
he says he wants me to hasten home-that
an old friend of his is making him visit,
aud is accompanied by his ward, who is
beautiful, accomplished, aud an heiress.
Then he hints that it would be very ngree-
able to him If l were to marry this heiress.
PshaW T. I'll 60 to the antipodes first"
The indignant gentleman arose hastily
from his chair, and, jamming his hat on his
head. passed out of the room, shutting the
door with bang. Soon he was vending his
way down the street, with the air of o much
injured individual.
John Vaudalsien was q wealthy and be-
nevolent old gentleman, whose affections
wore centered in his heir and only living
relative, Rupert Vandalism, the gentleman
introduced above. The Vandslsien mansion
was a palace-iike building, nearly always
filled with guests, for the hospitality of the
host was we'll known. At the time my story
cOh"euOGe, WI. lICStSIs au OIu W Iu6
elder Vandalsien, was visiting at the Van>
dalsien mansion. He was accompanied by
his ward, beautiful young lady of some 10
gears of age and as the lady besides being
beautiful and amisbIe, was heiress to half
million, my reader will readily surmise that
Mr.. Rupert Vsndalsien's s injuries were more
fancied than real.
He did not return home as his uncle had
requested, but took himself off TO an obscure
country village, where be employed part of
the summer in bunting, fishing and making
love to the bright. eyed country damsels, who
were one spd all fascinated by his gay bear
ing and address. and stylish, city made
clothing; but finally becoming tired Of his
uneventful country life he started for the
Continent, determined TO travel till his uncle
would give up his whim.
1t was in the gay city of Paris he met an
English lady by the name Of Mabel Cheston
a tall, graceful lady, with a naughty, impe>
rious air which was natural 10 her, accus-
toned as she was to homage and admiration
wherever she CHANGED TO be. She was in
evening dress, and the diamonds which
adorned her snowy neck and finely moulded
arms, and flashed amid her raven curls, were
not more brilliant than her eyes.
Rupert sought and obtained an introduce
tion to her, aud then fingered near the belle
of the evening, aud. when opportunity
offered, paid her the most devoted attention.
He received marked encouragement from
Miss Cbestou, who was all smiles and affa-
bility when he was beside her, and gave him
permission to call upon her the following
day.
After returning to his hotel, this hope
lessly smitten swain acted in . most ridicu>
Ious manner; be paced mp aud down his
! apartment, now thrusting his hands into his
pockets, and now wildly running his fingers
through his curls; then he seated himself at
a vri.ing-tabIe, and wrote enable Cbeston," !"
over and over sgain, and then it WAS "Msbel
Vandalsien," aud little couplets written
with many a curve and flourish. At last he
! sought repose. We will not sttempt to re.
late his dreams, but probably Cupid and
Miss Cheston played prominent parts in
| them.
After this Rupert Vandalism was . con-
slant attendant ON Mics Cbeston, and his less
| favored rivals retired from the contest one
by one. At last be proposed to the lady. and
was peremptorily refused At first he was
almost overwhelmed with grief but pride
came to his aid, and be sterpIy asked her:
"Will you be kind enough TO inform me,
Miss Cheston, why it is that you hsve en-
coursged me as you have done2 Was IL only
to add another name to your list OF vic
tims7"
'sNothing Of the kind, assure you. Mr
Vandalism" she ansuered, in cold measured
tones. "You perhaps have not forgotten
letter you wrote to your uncle, John Vsndal