The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1879-09-13

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bored than otherwise, but be was smiling
and shiny as ever, She hardly greeted
him when he appeared, but she looked a
him with all the admiration she had evel
felt for him intensified by her fear. HI
sat down beside her, and elegantly cross
Ing his legs, began tapping his highly pol
ished boots with his b~one.headed cane.
ALFRED" she said, crossing her hands
and looking at him straight In the face,
y 1t true you are going to get married
direCly?"
"Who told you so2p
: ut isn't any account who told Is II true
as you are going to marry Miss Brooks be.
cause she plays on the piano, and has
money, and-S The tears came into hel
eyes, and her lips quiyered with anguish.
"Oh, II isn't truel know II isn'tV' and
she touched his hand In her dismAy, and
looked up into his face with her hearts
story written in her eyes.
II don't see why 1t shouldn't be, and 80
there's the long and short Of 1t. It's no
use making a fuss about II, my dear
girl"
But it isn't2 it isn't" she said appealing.
ly.
"Well, yes, 1t is true" he said slowly,
not daring toSlook her In the iSce; so you
may as we'll know 1t at once"
She stood up before him. "Truel Do
you mean to say, Alfred, after all that's
passed between us, you are going to be
married to some one else2"
II really don't know what you mean by
what has passed between u.s." You really
couldn't think that | was going to marry
y0ui"
"Yhy couldn't II"
"Well, / don't wish 10 hurt your feel.
ings, but consider the difference In our
positions. One walks out with a pretty
servant girl, but n doesn't marry her"
you are not q gentleman, as you think
yourself, Alfred Hill,n she said slowly.
"YOu are dressed like one, but YOU are
Just q bit OF q clerk, not any better than a
respectable girl like me; you arc not a
gentleman. A gentleman doesn't try to
take q girls good name and win her heart,
as you have DONE" Mary often wondered
she fought her battle as she did; but she
seemed to have no feeling then, only to
realize that which would come hereafter.
~ am very sorry that you let yourself
fall In love with me" be said, tapping his
boot again. II thought you would have
had more pride, at any rate, until you
were asked.n
"More pridel What do you take me
ior?" she asked, her cheeks flushing.
"Do you think I'd go out with one, and
talk to him, and let him talk to me as you
have donei Il l hadn't cared for himP i've
too much pride for that, and shouldn't
be tt company for any honest man il /
hadn't. And you know as I've liked you,
for YOU made me say II, and you know it;
but 1t isn't you as | like, but the man /
took you for, and he isn't here at ALL"
"Well, I'm sorry you, are disappointed
in your hope OF lettering yourself by
marrying above you, and / think, after all
you've said, we'd better part"
1.-THE sooner the better" and she let him
go, and then she sat down and almost
sobbed her poor foolish heart out, and
spent the bitterest hour OF her life beneath
the trees from which the leaves were fall.
ing, Suddenly she looked up for Frankly;
he was nowhere to be seen. She called at
the top OF her voice; no answer came.
With a fear that deadened a lother feeling
she ran to and fro in q Wild endeayor to
find him. She asked the policeman at the
gate; he had not seen him. An hour pass
ed in iruitless search; and thea, pale with
fear, and trembling in every limb, she
went home to relate the terrible news.
Just as she got to the door she saw thro'
the gathering shadows Tom Dawlish, and
in his arms q little figure, which her heart
told her was Master Frankly.
II met this young gentleman as he was
runningaway to be a sailor, and luckily
brought him back.
Running away! Why, how were you
going to get to the seat"
81 was going to walkthere," said Frankly
stoutly.
"Ycu would have killed your poor
mamma"
Mamma" asked Frankly Poole the
next day, would 1t kill you il I ran away
TO sea2"
"Yes dear, l think 1t would"
."ohl we'll, then" he answered, patron
izingly, ~ won't"
1t was spring time again when Tom
Dawlish asked Mary a question once
more. He had a good situation and a
prospect Of a rise; and he'd always been
daft on her; and he wanted to know If she
could love him. She looked up with a
face that had grown thin and pale and
answered truthfully and simply:
II don't think as l do now, Tom; but II
you'd like to wait, / think it'll come"
"Bless your said Tom; "I'd wait seven
years rather norlose YOU"
But he had only to wait one. "He's
gold, and tother was gilt" said Mary on
her wedding day; and she was right.