Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1879-10-16
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sation with the fair Maud.' Entering
the long drawing room he thought at
first it was empty, but presently he dis
covered demure little figure sitting in
a bow window, entirely absorbed in the
view of mountains and deeply crimson
sky, which bespoke the last hours of the
King of day All alone, Miss Martin,
said the Colonel, gayly sauntering
across to her side.
How you startled me, Colonel; you
came in as silently as shadow"
Like shadow? Ila, ha; rather a
substantial one, it seems to me- twirl-
ing his moustat he and looking down at
her, with half shut eyes, before which
hers dropped shyly and the crimson
mounted to her cheeks.
Oh. Maud, Maud; why is it that
your eyes drop and your checks pale
and redden, under the glances OF this
man, whom You have known but few
short hours? Have you met your fate
at last? Has your careless, Indifferent
heart surrendered itself, just because
of one admiring glance from a hand
some young man? You, who have
stood the batteries of black, blue and
gray eyes, have surrendered at once be-
foIe the brown? Such is life. There
is a divinity that shapes our end, rough
hew them as we may
Just then dinner was announced, and
the Captain and his wife entering at
that moment, they all descended to the
spacious dining room together.
CHAPTER III.
A lofty apartment at one of our pal
ace hotels, furnished in elegance and
graced by the presence of dark brown,
naughty woman, perhaps thirty-six
years, certainly not less and perhaps
some years more, if she were seen by
the brilliant midday sun. Lady Mon
tague, she was pleased to call herself,
and as such she was worshipped by the
title-loving Americans. By some she
was looked at as an adventures, but
her immense wealth obtained her an
entrance into the most exclusive circles
of society in the city she deigned to
honor with her presence, which proved
to be at the present time st. Louis
For this lady was much given to trav-
cling, and had really no place she could
call home.
'Ah me- she sighed, looking careless
ly at the invitations that strewed the
table, what weary thing life is to me,
and it looked so bright not long ago
Not long ago? Why, it's years. Has
the time passed so pleasantly with a
bitter laugh, that it has seemed short
to me? have not heard from him for
a long time; 1 must keep him in sight,
so that he will do no mischief. Oh,
heavens! what lie livep She rang
a bell, and Immediately there entered
her maid.
Cora, get me my loveliest dinner
dress, and all the rest of the things,
you know what with an indulgent
smile, that made one forget. for mo-
ment, that the face was naughty and
proud.
Yes, my lady
And Cora, l shall go to the opera af-
ter dinner, so you may order our car
riage.'
Very we'll .
4 think LAZY Montague looks re-
markahly well tonight she thought 10
herself, as she beheld her magnificent
form in the mirror. My wraps, Cora,
/ will 60 now,' and gathering up her
jeweled fan, opera glass and handker-
chief, she descended to her carriage and
was driven rapidly away to the scenes
of her triumphs, for this lady was an
acknowledged belle wherever she moved
and seemed to take pleasure in seeing
men bow down to her, only TO be re-
pulsed with careless laugh or scorn-
full shrug Of the shoulders.
CHAPTER Nv.
Three weeks have passed since we
have seen, Maud and Fernhank. She is
the same gay, light-hearted girl, with
perhaps an added amount of sweetness
and love in her blue eyes. The Colon
els regiment is to be quartered at the
barracks, just east of the city, and he
still fingers at Fernbank. For is he
not in love with this blue-e eyed little
girl? and besides, his bosom friend and
boon companion, Bob Cassell, has jIin-
ed him, and the old Captain insists on
them remaining until they are compell-
ed to leave.
by gore! Seaman exclaimed Cas-
sell, putting a cloud of smoke from his
mouth.
WELL IN a decidedly bass tone, from
the Cepths of an arm char, for, he it
known, they were in their own private
room indulging in the everlasting cigar,
before retiring.
you are certainly the LATEST mortal
in existence
Am 1? That is brilliant remark,
my dear fellow
4 was going to remark, said Bob
placidly, that Carrie Neil is the dear
est little thing in existence
Miss Martins friend, you mean?-
But she's woefully poor
You're a mercenary wretch! What
dol care if she is?
Riches are very convenient, and
love and admiration have to be satisfied
with back seat, now
Anybody would suppose that you
would marry mummy if it was pos
sesse1 of few thousands
Were to have canter at daybreak
or soon after, 1 suppose you know, with
the young ladies; so I'm going to turn
in
Leave me in peace? thank the Lord ?
Don't swear! What would your di-
vinity Maud say to such profane Ian
guage l wonderp
Haven't an idea. But you know
there's time to laugh, time TO weep,
&C., and 1 think this is time-to use
strong language, when a fellow can't
have minutes quiet to think about
business