The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1883-05-25
DOUG HNuTs;
Or, A Tender fail of High Life

GNtcIVO 1ItOuNts
"The doughnuts are gone"
A look Of ghastly horror that made the
pretty .dimpled.cheeks Of Rosalie McClos'
key take on an ashen hue OF blank de-
SPAR passed quickly over the girls face as
her sister, VINO stood with one voluptuous
foot swinging in dreamy, sensuous fash.
ion over the front yard, while the other
rested on the doorstep. spoke the fateful
sentence with which this sentence opens
Up from the meadows where the chestnut
mare with splint on her off foreleg that
Lord Dacres had traded for last spring was
nibbling the tender blades Of grass there
came the scent Of the violets and daisies that
were Just peeping from the ground and away
10 the westward were floating great MASSES
OF feecy.white clouds whose edges were
made radiant by great shirts oil golden
light that gtreamed up from below the hori'
zon as II in benediciion upon the dying
day. The crickets, those faithful hardin.
gers Of night, were beginning TO crick in
spots, and the lowing kline were lying down
on the sidewalk 30 that people who wished
to fall over tkem would have no unneces.
sary trouble in doing so. And. while the
swallows that were flying in little circles
arr u II ,tle q res OF Buerton Villa twittered
away IN tho sleepy fashion, there came
floating up on the twilight air the deep,
solemn tones OF the village church bell,
telling TO the little world Of souls within
the precincts OF lis voice that, the semi
monthly meeting OF the Perkinsville Home
Missionary Society was about 10 begin.
And theA, as Rosalie's eyes were becom'
ing dim with teais OF longing and sorrow,
she saw approaching her the form oil the
man she loved so well, and in an Instant
she was by his side, her pure young face
radiant with smiles and her Sunday hustle
on.
20 Regyl" she exclaimed in her i'm.
pulsive, if.you.hayen't.got any. caramels.
giye.me. some observation-disclosures way, II
was 70 afraid you would not come"
"And were you anxious to see me, my
darline?" he asks, seating himself on a
rustic bench and coyly posing one knee 80
that tho heiress may perch upon it.
"Yon know l was, sweetheart" replies
the girl, looking down coyly and noticing
how the sun glints fell with hectic flush
on bis rocco pants. You know that
when you are not with rue, when l cannot
feel the pressure OF your cheek upon mine,
and quaf the nectar OF your two.dripks-
fora quarter breath every hour OF my life
goes by with leaden feet, every moment
seems an age"-and placing her arms
about his neck she draws him to her in a
passionately collaborating fashion.
~ am going away tomorrow, my pre-
cious one" George w. Simpson says pres
emily.
"Shall you be gone long2" the girl asks
in hoarse, agonized tones.
"About week." he replied, and then,
seeing that Resale has fallen almost faint.
ing into his arms. he kisses her tenderly
back Of the left ear, and sayshurriedly,
"but have LEFT orders at the candy store
that you are to have whatever you want
during my absence"
There are no tears on Rosalie's cheeks
now, but her face is pale as the moonlight
that is stealing through the lealy bower
above them, and on It a new, deep mean
iug that George had never seen there be-
fore-a gentle light, as kind rs death, as
soft as holy love.
Alarmed by the expression Of her features
he bends over her. TELL me, darling" he
save. "is there anything l can do for you p
"9es, she answers.
"What is III"
"You can give me promise-a promise
that you will not break"
'Tell me what it Is" he says, in anxious,
haggard tones, "that I may prove to you
my love-"
"When does your train leave?"
"At 0 o'clock"
"Promise me-" she says, looking into his
eyes with wild, passionate yearning,
''that you will not get left"