The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1882-11-01
THE DoUBnE SURPRISE.

Jetty VelVet polonalse with her pret
ty white plump hand, on the forfn
ger Of which sparkled a cluster dia
mond ring, on the third finger o
which clnng plain, heavy wedding
ring. She was u plump, rosy little
lady, not as tall by head IS the
handsome young fellow who called
her,"mother,", and in whom her whole
hearts affections were centered, anc
to whom she was at this present mo
nent, administering as severe y re
proof as she had ever found occasion
to-,
Naughty, headstrong Cleve listen
ed very respectfully, as be leaned his
head on his hand and his elbow or
the mantle.piece Listened with the
air that demonstrated the perfect use
lessness ST the arguments his lady
mother advanced. Then, when she
paused in triumphant breathlessness
-breathlessneSs, Because of her long
sentences; and triumphant because
she certainly accepted Cleve's silence
as the consent she aspired to secur,
ing; after all this Cleve smiled-sc
sweetly, so coolly, right in her face!
"But shall marry little Birdie
Lorne, mamma, that is, if she will
have me. Now, don't frowti SO, you
look so much prettier when you smile
and blush, little mother. Tell me to
propose to my little sunny-haired
girl and bring her here for the ma.
ternal blessing"
He leaned his handsotn5 head to-
ward Mrs. Symington, and looked at
her in such proudly coaxing way
that in her fond heart she wondered
how any woman could resist him.
Then she shook her head until the
diamonds in her ears sent their bril-.
liant corruscation both far and near.
"How can 1, Cleye, when l am
mortally sure Miss Lorne wants your
money! A hundred thousand isn't TO
be secured every day, and to marry
for money is to be perfectly miser-
able. l married for money, Cleve,
and you know the life 1 led until
your father died. You are my only
comfort-don't pain me by bringing
home wife who can only endure US
for the sake Of what we can give
her."
Evidently she had forgotten her
mental decision that no girl with a
human heart could resist her boys
handsome face. Certainly it was
unlike the proud, self-assured Mrs
Symington to uhderfate her own
Importance so tremendously as she
had just done. But then even the
richest, proudest, and haughties'
people have their "other side" that
only few friends know, and this was
Mrs. Symington's "other SIDE"
She watched Cleve's face anxious
ly, but there was no sign of change
of views in the gray, debonair face
which the contraditing eyes SO grave
ly and sternry decided
"You mistake Birdie altogether
mother, dear. How can it be posi-
BILE she wants me for my money
when lots of other fellows are after
hers? She is an heiress in her owl
right-forty or fifty thousand"
Mrs, Symington opened her brigh'
Black eyes.
"Oh! is that the case? Well"
Her altered tome, her hesitatinl
words, so delightfully."- emphasized
were enough for Cleve. He taugh
her up in his arms regardless Of he
elegant toilet, and Kissed her unit
her face was as scarlet as girls.
"Cleve! are you not ashamed o
YOURSELF Put me down this minute
-or-you shan't marry Bird"
He dropped her instantly.
"You re down, mother, and in on
hour prepare to see my little darling
all bushes, dimples, smiles ant
sweetness"
He went out rather hurriedly
caught his hat from the rack, an,
hailed passing cab that would spec
him on his mission.
Mrs. Symiugton watched him be
tween the plumb-colored damasI
curtains, her eyes kindIing will
pleasurable, pardonable pride.