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

9I6 nauuSomep Well>oreSseu gentleman was
sitting in an easy chair 10 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 meditation. end was just now So
liloguizipg. Let us listen.
.'Habg it all! cant imagine what Uncle
John can be thinking of In his last letter
he says he wants mo to hasten home-that
an old friend of his is making him visit,
and is accompanied By his ward. who is
beautiful, accomplished, aud an heiress
Then be hints that it would be very agrees
able to him If were to marry this heiress.
Psha~: I'll go 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 Vandalism was q wealthy and be-
nevolent old gentleman, whose affections
were 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
eOnueuCes, WI lleSteE, au OIu u
elder Vandalism, was visiting at the Vans
dalsien mansion. He was accompanied by
his ward, a beautiful young lady of some 10
years of age and as the lady besides being
beautiful and amisble, was heiress to half .
million, my reader will readily surmise that
Mr.. Rupert Vsndalsien's injuries were more
fancied than real.
He did not return home rs his uncle had
requested, but took himself off TO an obscure
country village, where he employed part of
the summer in hunting, fishing and making
love to the bright. eyed country damsels. who
were one aud 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 10 travel till his uncle
would give up his within.
1t was in the gay city of Paris he met an
English lady by the name of Mabel Cheston
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 aud 6nely-moulded
arms, and flashed amid her raven curls, were
not more brilliant than her eyes.
Rupert sought aud obtained an introduc.
tion to her, and then fingered near the belle
of the evening, and, when opportunity
offered, paid her the most devoted attention.
He received marked encouragement from
Miss Cbeston, who WAS all smiles and afa-
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 and 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 writing.t.bIe, and wrote enable Cbeston, !"
over and over sgain, and then it was az abel
Vandalsien," aud little couplets written
with many q 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 attepdan. ON Mics Cbes.on, and his les.
favored rivals retired from the contest one
| by one. At last be proposed to the lady, anc
| was peremptorily refused. At first he wa
almost overwhelmed with grief. but prid.
came 10 his aid, and be sternly asked her:
Twill you be kind enough TO inform me
Miss Cheston, why it is that you have en-
courseed me as Jou have done7 Was it onl,
to add another name to your list Of vic
tims?"
"Nothing of the kind. .ssurs you. MI
Vandalism" she answered, in cnld measures
tones. "You perhaps have not forgotten
letter You wrote TO your uncle, John Vsndal