The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1880-03-06
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when poor papa died. That was half 1
dozen years ago, yet my trouble seems a
fresh to-day, my loss as irreparable as OF
that terrible morning when left hin
lying in his lonely grave under the vii
lows.
Poor papa! how fond we were of each
other. He had NO one in the world but
me. Mamma died when l was wee
baby, not quite two summers old-died
away off in Southern France, and she
sleeps there now under the shadows Of
the purple hills.
have seen many fair women, but never
a lace half 50 lovely rs hers. Her portrait
used to hang in the old gallery at Edmon-
ton Hall, but 1t is gone now. Aunt Ed
monitor had something 70 do with it
disappearance, for she never liked my
mother.
The Edmontons are an old, proud race,
with pedigree running back to the old
cavaliers and an ancient crest on their mas.
siye old silver, and the bluest Of blue blood
in their aristocratic veins. At least, Aunt
Edmonton says so. Papa always laughed
at her high fancies, and held that one
honest soul was as good as another, nc
matter whether its owner wore royal pur-
Pile or holden gray; and when he met my
pretty mamma, and loved her, he did not
hesitate about making her his wife though
she was penniless and . daughter OF the
people.
and when the pretty bride came home e
Edmonton Han, she met her with seowt
ing brows, and led her such q lie thai
papa soon took her abroad, and there she
died and was buried few short months
after was born. Papa never outlived his
grief at her loss; he loved her dead as
tenderly as he had loved her living, and
cherished me rs no other child was ever
cherished. grew up in his bosom; he
was my teacher, companion, friend. We
were never separated.
What blissful life we lead, Bohemians
though we werel Whittier our fancy led
rs, there we pitched our tent; under sum
nv Southern skies, IN the solemn shadow
OF time-lamed ruins, by the margin OF
storied rivers. was Graded on the deep,
and reared amid the classic wealth OF for
eign lands.
Blu: as time crept by papa's health grew
feeble, and we came home to Edmonton
Hall; there he died: left the dear Old
Southern home and his grave under the
dropping willows, and went to live with
Aunt Edmonton.
ASH have said, Aunt Edmonton was q
proud woman. She was mora worldly
one. Wealth was her Moloch, and she
held no heart treasure too precious to be
given Us an offering to his dery embrace.
I was an Edmonton as well as herself, and
despite the disgrace Of my mammals alien
blood, could not be put to household
drudsery. Hence was installed as sori
OF companion, to read Balzac and George
sand. while my aunt and Marguerite sip
ned their noon chocolate, and 70 keep the
point lace in order and the family jewels
well FURNISHED. Not q laborious task, and
Il brought me bread and butterj and bread
and butter we must have in this common
plsce world, even though our hearts breas
and our souls starye. =,
Aunt Edmonton did not like the ole
hall. She declared frankly that the OLD
house was better suited for bats and owl:
than for human beings, and 1t was shul
M, and we lived first in one gay city anC
then another, and finally crossed the Sci
and went to Paris. Dear me, how my aun
and Marguerite did enjoy the life they lee
there. and how pinned and longed To-
EhomeI Itisamarvsl how differently con
stituted people are, with the same hlooc
in their veins, too.
.tBell, /" said my aunt, one autumn night
yhan preparations were going on 10
some famous ball, twill you have th'
kindness 10 90 to the greenhouse and Gu
the flowers for Marguerite's halr Sh,
wears natural flowers tonight and | can
trnst 10 Felice. Look at her dress, please
and ssIect what you think will suit-you
taste Is perfect"
Marguerite thrsw sway her novel, AMI
shook down her black tresses Is wa
leaving the room.
ABEL, don't fail to cut some heliotroPe
please. Capt. Carruthers is here, and hi
dotes on heliotrope. By-the-by, you re
member Capt. Carruthers, don't you
NV foolish heart gave sudden thnml
and the tell.tale blood rushed to m!
cheeks. How well remembered him
Papa's best triend-the friend Who gtoo'
beside his dying pillow and closed HI
sightlegs ewes. remembered his partini
words, too, when he left me standing De
side the new-made grave under the Oh
willows. =,
comfort now, Bell, but time heals tn
sorest wounds. l regret 70 leave you, ou
. my regiment goes abroad tomorrow
Good.by. 0ueday, please Heaven | mop
to meet you again. ,-r.,
But in ali the dreary years that follows
I had heard no word from him.
"You remember him, Of course col
timed nv handsome cousin; "he used
he nj the hall Q great deal In your tather
lime. Well, we met him last night At u
yeception. Hes been here week. an
he's a millionaire, Bell. You know Q!
Carruthers, Of Carruthers' Placer WEI
he 4 dead, aud the Captain tnhertts Y
: Ioftune. YOU see. So don't forget the hell
A trope. l know it Is not beeomtng-pu
) ple suits my Creole complexion least-oI
remember what fancy Carrutbers
ways had for heliotrope; and he's Wori
pleasing, you know,
Aunt Edmonton laughed as she aro'
: and shook out her lace hounees;,
"wear the heliotrope by all mean
Rite; but you need not feel q bit anxiou
You secured the Captain and his toEtui
last night; that rosesilk and the diamond
did the work. never saw man so Y
q fatuated. Well, he's good match y
NOT q word to say against Ii; no bett
family In Virginia than he comes o., Il
: Carruthers Place Is a grand old HON
y Az, there Is his carriage below now; !
on down until you are ready. Do NAL
Rosie. Bell. And / wish you would
obIiging enough to do up Rites hair q
. svening: Won are SO much more skill
: nIease / think that pearl and opal set "
Il match her dress perfectly;
= ] hurried down y the Feennoui