The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1884-08-23

AAo eay eu MI iAetaut, " ugut announcer
fragrant Havana from the embroidered
pocketcs7e which had been the work OF
Bellies own fair fiugeIa, and then strobe
along the path, ceiling as be did 80
"Belle Belief" -
But there was no answer; and, as be
turned the bend OF the road, there was Q
bread expanse Of winding aud velvet
smooth was Visible, hesaw that no one was
there! s5aE 5r tlzl Az
why, what can have become Of her p
he Questioned himself, and then he called
agsiu: "Bslle Isabelle! Isabelle Wynd.
ham," u
And the rustling Of dry boughs and tho
chip OF late birds In the trees were ali that
answered him. H
"She must have Joined the rest Of the
party and gone home in lit Of piQue at
my Gliding Words" be esid to himself.
"And q deuce OF time shall havs making
the peace with her again! Why couldn't
she have waited for me2" s5-5s.,.
And, with an annoyed contraction on bis
browR, Mr.. Dale turned back aad strobe
hurriedly towards the gates ol the cemetery,
in hopes Of being able to overtake the vii.
iul little spirit who had so deity contriyed
to give him the clip. s'a,[
But when he REACHED home, Mira. Wynd-
ham and her two young daughters, and
Harry Sinclair and his pretty couain Alice,
we're sitting comfortably round the fire, en-.
joying wine and csks, after their rather
weazisome expedition, but no Belle was to
be seen : = . 100 G5s.-l-}2
"Where is Belle?' demanded the breath
less lover glancipg eagerly around the
room. 7s :.iI,, -
"Bellew echoed her mother, looking up
in astoniahmeni; why, isn't she with
your"
~ mis1ed her close 10 tho cemetery gate,
and supposed ahe had come home With
mo, she did not; but" added Mira.
Wyndham, who was not unused to these
caprlcioue whims of her lovely daughter,
perhaps she has goneto Mrs. Wnytes, or to
Cecilia Wargrave's."
"Pll 20 and inquire" said Mr.. Dale, his
head disappearing from the open door.
"Poor Ralph" said Mrs, Wyndham, es
che heard the front door close with q bang.
."Bslle ia always playing him some such
trick. He nuet have the patience Of JOB,
However. ! dare cay she'll sober down a
little when abe Ia married. Girls always
do" 355 b Wv N
And Belle hsrselt? II our readers are
half as impatient to know what hah become
Of her as was Mr.. Ralph Dale, they will
fancy this DEPRESSION very lengthy one.
She mad au.tered along tho broad ceme-
terry walk, like bright little human bnt'
terhy, for minute or two, and then paneed
to look around to her lover. But Nh. Dale
was not in sight. Belle bit her scarlet I'm.
der lip. So 52@4 Is,
y "It's too bad" abe pouted; shut 1 II teach
him the lesson Of a little more prompt.
tude In future" Y Ks : &,
And Just as Mr.. Dale louuged loisurely
round the slope Of the walk, bis newly.
lighted cigar between his lips, Belle, glanc-
ing round Tor hidiag.l lace, saw the iron
gate OF a vault, one Of long row, sunk in
deep bank which extended down side.
path, standing half ajar. Y 5igl2 7.7;5
Without an inetant's reflection, the way.
ward girl ran into the black casket ct death,
and, closing the door, shrank into the cor.
ner and peeped through the closely-woven
pattern Of the iron railing to watch her
lovers condemnation when he should dia.
cover that abe WAS missing ! 4 s2J,l,. &
1t would have been fit subject for the
pencil Of one Of those old.time artists who
delighted in contrasts-the gloomy chad
ows Of the vault, with its marble shelves
each occupied by the coffin aud sheeted
dead, and the bright young girl in the cor.
ner, with sparkling Dyes, lids parted in
halt smile, and gold plumed hat--life il
dea,h-lhe radiant present With the forgot
ten pas! iz9 I.
"lYhy don't be Gomez" thought Belle.
She could distinguish his voice calling
for her-she heard his footsteps pause Jus
| beyond tho row Of aunkon vaults, 40 If hi
were atraining his eyes in search Of be-
hidden form, and thon he called again
Still she did not anewer. a Z. 'i!s%
| "He might have come with me hrst!''
she said poutlngly, 10 herself.
| But then, instead Of advancing towaYt
her, as she had supposed he wonld, RALPH
Dale turned back, and she could diacern
| by tho sound Of his footballs among thu
dry leaves, that be waa going quite in tn,
opposite direction. ~ 4. VEN
"How provokine' exclaimed Belle
| Wyudham, halt aloud. " must run ate
him and catch him." jE.7i ID gf;. va q 4.
| She seized hold Of the iron grating q
she spoke, to reopen the door but to he
horror 1t refused 10 obey her touch. II wa.
one Of the new sslf.locking portals-aud
In closing 1t to aecrete herself from Ralpl
Dale, Belle had imprisoned herself eiIectu
ally, within tho awful precincts Of the dead
A cold thrill Of horror crept through be
veins as she realized her horrible altustio,
in a burial vault She shuddere ed an an
pressed instinctivhy against the rails, q
the white glimmer Of the marble recer
tacles, one above, another, suggested III
white ehrouded forms within (.
"Ralphl" abe cried aloud, "Ralph Of
help, help for heavens sake.""i 4!..5
| But her voice seemed To die away into
choking sob-all tho lrength deserted h