The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1883-06-27
DID HE LOVE HERE.

Georgette was born with a silver
spoon in her mouth; indeed, if |
mistake not, it was a gold spoon,
richly encrusted with jewels and
bearing in its bowl a monstrous
lump Of good fortune.
In the FIRST place, she was one Of
the loveliest girls l ever saw, both
In soul and body. Her beauty was
Of a dark, magnificent type, which
suggested to me The diminutive
name Of "Jet," by which l always
called her.
She was barely twenty, and heir.
ess-it fairly takes my breath away
to write it-heiress to 100000, left
her by her uncle, a German Of high
rank, but singulatly destitute of
kindred.
Georgette's mother had been an
American girl who had met young
Rudolph Schubert during a sum-
MGR tour in the Rhineland.
They had married against the
wishes Of Rudolph's family, who
were greatly shocked at.what they
regarded as a msalliance. 1t was
only after the lapse Of years, when
death seemed striving to extermin.
ate the the schuberts, that the old
Herr Uncle, as he was called, open.
ed his heart to the orphan child of
his dead brother.
Georgette had beeu borne in the
United States, and she was an
American to the hearts core. /
remembered having though-that
afternoon when we sat out OH the
lawn together-that there wasn't
the slightest trace Of her fathers
nationality about her.
She was sitting in q camp.chair
with a bit of delicate embroidery
in her hands. There was q table
near by on which "high tea" was
to be served when Ralph Dearing
and his mother arrived. Jet had
invited them; but l should have
known they were coming if she
had not told me, for when did her
eyes ever shine so brightly, or
when we're her cheeks so rich a
crimson, as when this penniless
barrister was near at hand2
Yes, Georgette was in love with
him; | saw it very plainly, ahd it
made me uneasy. If l had only
been sure Of Ralph Dearing it
wouldn't have bothered ME an in
stant, But though it seemed most
unlikely that he should not love
her, I was haunted by q mortal
fear that her money had something
to do with his devotion.
Loving Jet, as only a solitary old
maid knows how to love, it was
torture to me to think Of my dar.
ling as the victim to the grovelling
passion Of q merCenary man. l
had never hinted 10 her the drift
Of my thoughts, but l had made up
my mind to do so, and l tried it
that afternoon. Jet opened the
way for me, just as though she had
known what / meant to say.
EMILY" she said, "what would
you say if l we're to get married."
"God bless you," l answered
promptly. "That is, Of course, pro.
vided the match was all that It
should be-"
"What-what do you~Athink ol
Ralph Dearing9'
She was bending low over her
work, but l saw that she was blush.
ing.
"Are you going to marry him,
JetH' asked quickly.
"No-o-that isl don't know,
To tell the truth, he hasn't asked
me. But I think he means to."
"0f course"
"lf he were to, what would you
do about itT'
~ looked up in surprise, for
knew that she loved him with hgl
whole generous soul,
81 think I would Try to find out
his motive" l said bluntly,
"He loves meat least he hat
told mo so," she answered softly
"And--and l think l can trust
himI"
"I1e told you he loved you, aud
yet went no furthorl" l cried
"That was unmanly, Jet; / hopt
you did not listen to him."
She blushed still more deeply,
"He would ask me if he dared
she said, defending him not only
by words but by expression. "But
hO-be thinks-I know he feels