South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1883-07-13

HHSu kcuSSe HartSOi.
Hugh dropped his oar. Fortunate.
~ they were near the shore, aud Il
fioated so that he was able to recover
it again.
60 back to Boston, Olive! what
for?'
My sanctuary is discovered. A
party of young ladies' came down to
Mrs. Bryran's this morning, and saw
the hem of my skirt disappearing mp
stairs. OF course Mrs. Bryan was
catechiscd; and of course she betray
ed the fact that live young lady
boarded, with her. So goodby 10 my
delicious solitude and seclusion Y
Olive said Hugh deliberately,
'you mustn't CO. ss
1t was not the rose colored lining
that dyed her checks now. ~
sWhat right have you to dictate to
me. Hugh?' - 81 ~ 80
I have no right, I know said
Hugh huhibly, .6nt l should like 10
have the right, Olive. Give it to me.
darling, and | PROMISE not to dictate
much.'
Give you what. Hughp'
Your heart, said Mr.. Ay life, with
a sudden aud illogical change of base. ;
Il love you, Olive, and want YOU for
my wife.
The keel of the boat grated softly
on the sand Hugh stepped out, and
gave Olive his hand to assist her.
But when she was safe on the beach
he did not let so her band again.
VIII you marry Inc, Oliver
What do You know about me.
Uughg'
:, 4 know that I love you, Olive !;
that is enough
She put her other hand frankly in
his.
And love you, Hugh
An, the delicious murmur of the
blue sympnthizihg seattle dreamy
song of bees through the air--the
very sunshine, low-beaming from the
wcst-they all whispered the same
burden, centuries old, yet glorious
with an ever new delight: Hove you I!
| love you =
The purple eky was sown Tricky
with its golden broidery of atars when
Hugh Ayliffc came up the hotel steps
once more: The piazza was crowded
iall of guests, enjoying the delicious
salt freshness Of the air. Dora Grey.
Miss Dean and their peculiar set
were sitting just inside the parlor
windows, flirting their perfumed fans.
Back again, Monsieur lie Wand
ercr?'
Yes; back again.
lie leaned against the casing of the
wide open French window. For Oh.
ives sake he could endure the nonen.
titles OF Dora, the venomous satire of
Madalena. Womanhood was sacred
to him now-was she not woman?
You don't know what delicious
bit OF news we've picked up, Hugh
began Dora. The heiress is here
rs she?'
'Oh, it's very well to play the indif.
ferent, cavalier! You men will be
wild after her. We poor little crea
lures will stand no chance at all I!
81 for one, shall not be wild after
her.
Only think of the eccentricity of
the thing-her going and shutting
herself up in horrid stuffy little boat
mans cottage, mile or moro from
here And the woman of the house
stupid, good little thing think she's
school teacher, out here for the va
cation Quite romantic isn't it? But
I've heard people say that Olive
Brown never did things like anybody
else.
Dir. Ayliffe stood silent and con-
founded. So he had made love TO
the heiress after all, in spite Of all his
vehement protestations and asserva-
tlons.-And she was an heiress-the
tall pale girl with the sober gray dress,
es, whom be had never seen wear a
jewel OF any description, and who pre-
terred the boatman's cottage, with its
low caves and Michigan roses, to the
great bustling, fashionable hotel!
'Sbe is rather pretty / just saw
her passing out ofthc room, said Ma
dalena.
4 think she's very pretty said
Hugh. Il am engaged to her =
There, it was all out now: and the
buzz Of questions that succeeded the
momentary silence Of astonishmeut
was not so very difficult to answer, af.
ter all.
Hugh had fallen in love with a girl in
aplain gray dress; an heiresstbough she
might be was still only Olive Brown
to him. To be sure, he had vowed.
a hundred times, he would never
marry an heiress; but what cares
Cupid, that inconsistent little blind
god for the vows Of man?
And Hugh did marry the heircss
after all
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