Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1883-09-09
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grow strictly confidential. 1t was snow
ing a little outside; all the better; for
the click of the ~crystalized pearl against
the glass filed up the silence, and made
the cuzy warmth of the room luxuriou'-
w delightful. And Martin Ellerslie's
pleasant brown eyes, fixed full n the
fire. saw-no one can tell what or how
much they saw!
Suppose she should say no. he
burst out, seemingly apropos TO nothing
at all.
suppose she shouldn't" observed
Guy Barnes, dryly.
II tell you, old fellow, it's just exact
Iy like having q tooth pulled out. Your
friends stand by and say: BE a man;
it's nothing It's not they who are un-
der the doctors forceps."
.CUmplirnentary 10 Miss Glen"
"Nunsrusr. YOU know what mean.
liut really and truly, I've tried and
can't do it"
"VeIy well" said Barnes Indifferent
~. them il IL an understood thing that
YOU arr to live and die an old bIcne-
IpT."
II didn't Say THAI"
son, ! beg psrdou. You expect
Fanny = going To you that's IT,"
you are nc>rllp>S m~IsCreant," ElIerS-
liz rrirh out. half laughing, half i'm
patient, as he sprang to his feet, and
fused the remnant of his cigar into the
fire. and | shall not waste any more
time upon yOu-unleSs indeed you go
round 10 the fair with me-"
"Where Fanny Glen has to stand?
Not If | know it! The money market
is rather tight for NE at present, and
these fancy fairs are no more than a
den OF robbers where a defenselea5
Young man i concerned"
Aud Martin Ellerslie went on his
way alone.
The hall was all aglitter with gas
lights and fragrant with flowers when
he got there. The pretty feminine
sparks lurking each behind her table
well laden, where all SMILES and dim
piles, while the thrOng Of victims ebOed
and flowed around them.
Mr.. EIlerslie found himself greeted
with vaccinations.
"You will take a share. Mr.. Eilers-
lie"
DO please put your name down here.
Mr.. EIlerslci there are only ten blanks
lett"
'.Oh, Mr.. EllersIIe, you are the very
one We are waiting for. | have kept
seven for ~yOu-sevcn always Was u
lucky number"
mir. EllersIie! don't, pray, spend
all your money till you have taken q
IN this mammoth doll, with \
trunk full Of clothes"
And thus our hero was flung hither
and Won on the waves Of the fair, draw
ing nearer, however, with every sub
srrlptiOn to the table over which shOne
the blue stars Of Fanny Clen's eyes.
Iut when he got there he was smit-
ten with sudden silence.
Fanny looked wOnderingly up.
Its fine evening" ne h~aZartet.
Is IT" asked Fanny. why, |
thought it was showing
50 it is" said our lero, growing very
ned. and uvCrturning with his elbow \
crimson Venetian flask, for whic't he
III IN, diately had to pay y sovereign
IL mean il isn't a very fine evrn-
iug.
oh said Fanny.
aN,S." said Martin. feeling acutely
that tie made n monkey of himself.
Then he went away, and didn't see
Fam Glen again the whole evening -
probably because she was the only per
son in the whole room that he cared q
iis about seeing al all. But so unhiud Is
iate To lovers.
Just as he was edging his way out Of
tie place, in q very desperate and de-
iccted frame of mind, there was a rush
and a tiurter, and he heard his own
name called in all the notes of the hu-
man gamut.
What is it =" he asked, vaguely star
ing around MIN.
"Nuu've drawn the big dole" cried
little Sibyl Percy, dancing up to him,
and laying in his arms the waXen
abominatiOn, with its tiOssy yellow
curls and imposing pink and white
complexion; while somebody elSe
brought the big and little baRdbOX. It's
lust like travelling with = wife," said
SIhyl, mizchievOusly.
"Rut what the-ahPm, what am | to
do with it," asked our bewildered hero.
'.Give il to somebody said Sibyl,
inwardly hoping he would act prompt
IN ON the suggestion and beStow the
prize upon her. ANY II would be de-
lighted 10 see such q present"
"DO you think they wouldSo' asked
Mr.. Ellerslie, vacantly, aud he wen
away,
Great stupid fellow" cried Sybil,
spitefully, and she tripped back to the
table.
"I never saw such q goose" said
Laura Darlington, who had three sis
tiers Of her own 1t home.
But what am | to do with it," said
Martin to himself, rs he traversed the
wintry gloom of moonlight streets.
"Oh, | have il! I'll give il to Fanny
Glen, ana she can make a Christmas
present of it to her little black-eyed
cousin"
He laid the doll, rejoicing, on the
sofa, and went To bel, sinking iatp
dresmland about the time that Fanny
Glen WAS taking the hair pins out Of
her magnificent golden hair before the
dressing bureau in her own apartment.
why, Fanny, what ailS YOU cried
Dora, her elder sister. You are cry
ingr ,
Il am so tired" guiltily confessed
poor Fanny.
And she wept herself to sleep, think
ing how foolish she had beeN, aud that
of course Martin FillerSlie didn't care 3
straw about her. Why should heS
q. MFR. ElleFlie rose the next morning
full Of bis mOmentOus resolve, and
made such q toilet that the landlSdv'S
little boy. seeing him go out with a big
doll, neatly incased in her pastebOlrd
box, under his arm, elected, prOEAne-
ly-
The black eyed little cousin admitte !
him. Yes, Cousin Fanny was At HON
would he walk into the parlOrS
And OUr hero, before he had fairly