South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1882-08-18
Innocent Filtration.

Like IL no Ii Is made up
story. The only good stories are true
ones
DO you mean to say that all the
glorious fictions that have enchanted,
that have filed the would are true 2
asked little triumphantly.
Not true in all their details and
combinations, of course said he, but
whenever you lind any incident reals
ly affecting, you may be sure that it
actually happened. Now, in this sto.
~ which l have read at your recon-
mendation, there is no such incident.
The characters arc not alive, and the
events never occurred; at least, with.
in the writer's knowledge. | can
tell you a dozen real, true stories that
would beat it all hollow
Doubted
.'Wliat will you bc,?'
who TO decide p
You shall decide yourself. Come,
| will tell you one to begin with
and if you don't say it is better than
this namby-pamby affair have been
reading, I'll pay tor the supper.
80 | sat myself to listen.
Il took the night train at Column.
bus, said Henry, settling himself
back, to spin his yarn more comfort
ably.
Then you are the hero OF your own
story said |.
Don't interrupt me. Who said
was hero ? You will see. The
cas- were full but | found seat be.
hind lady and gentleman, who had
appropriated IL couple to themselves,
and were wrapped up in shawls,
sleeping very comfortably.
The light from the car lamps fell
on their faces. The gentleman, who
seemed II foreigner, aud who proved
to be Mexican of some distinction
was OF middle age "a dark, fine look
ing, sonlber, quiet man. But the la
dy, young enough to be his daugl ter,
was OF dazzling beauty. a pale com
plexlon, flushing with the slightest
tint OF the rose an oval face; fca-
lures regular as those of Grecian
statuc-wasn' she beautiful?
i suppose she was said /, wishing
70 be aniablc, when thus appealed
TO.
4 don't want your opinion on that
point. had been among rough
people. had seen few that could be
called refined, or beautiful, for a lone
time but, making allowances for all
that, she WAS certainly one OF the
loveliest women ever beheld.
when she opened her eyes in the
pale morning light, they were OF that
tinge of violet gray, shaded by long
dark lashes, SD rare and so exquisite
Her little hand, with its long, taper.
ing, white fingers, tipped with rose
her slender, delicate feet; her form
and movements of perfect grace, all
held me i'll kind of enchantmcnt.
The cars ratified and roared alone
DOWN the Little Miami, and we were
nearing Cincinnati, when / heard her
speak. 1t was some trifiing question
1t had the petulance Of spoiled
child and spoiled beauty; but there
could be 10 installing the pure. high.
breeding of her articulation. BIZ the
time 1t was broad daylight, hal stu.
died her well, looking over my news
paper. 1t was Sunday morning, and
no train left Cincinnati until evening
We rode up town, from the depot
IN the same omnibus, and / sat oppo.
site, and so quite near her.
CAS- | looked, what / presume must
be my last look at her, and must have
expressed in that look all the ADM
ration aud interest | fclt-saying with
my eyes 'Who can you be, o beau.
tEul ne?' she appeared to sec me
for the first time. Something must
have told her what | was thinkinr.
a flush came over her face-very
slight, indeed, but still perceytible
1t was a little surprise and something
that was not indignation.
Il had given my checks for tLe
Burnett House it was with n PIANO
that | saw my new acquaintance pre-.
pare to allght at the Spencer. But
while the general, as heard him call.
cd afterward, was picking up shawl
that had been dropped, | sprang ont
IN the snow, aud with look / doubt
not OF mingled respect, and admira-
lon, and grlef-gayc my hand to the
lady She thrilled me with the lipht.
est aud quickest touch possible, as il
she did not wish to offend q stranger
by declining what he meant for n
civility; bnt did not say thank you.
( The husband touched his hat 90 me
with cold, proud look, which shall
never forget
4 re.entered tie omnibus: went TO
to the Burnett House, took good
bath and breakfast, and then went
and heard some fine music at the
beautiful cathedral. Ny railroad
vision | laid away, with a sigh or two.
IN the stoIehousc Of memory.
at nine O'Clock in the evening, [