Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1884-03-01

deeply in love with me that / car
wind him around my 6nger," sht
thought.
| And it would be very fine to have
two SWANS signing at her feet, especl
tally two like John Wentworth, by
| far the best catch in the country
round, and the stylish, dashing Ray
| cliffe, the new arrival, is sure to Gre
ate furore among the maids and
matrons of Sunnydale.
| John would not soften, spite of
the moonlight of Janet's appraised
eyes, shining under the fair curly
lashes.
| 81 will come back when you can
treat a fellow decently, Janet. am
not going to be fooled to the top of
my bent to please you any longer.
Good evening.
This was the last Janet saw of
John. But she had little time to
think Of him, while Mr.. Raycliffe
devoted himself so entirely to her
amusement. He painted her por-
trait, and while she sat for him, be-
guiled the time reciting, in tender
tones, yards of tender, sentimental
poetry; they went on sketching
tours; they eat on the piazza in the
twilight, and sang together; Janet
had sweet alto voice, which the
boarder was not long in finding adj
mirably suited his own.
Things went on until Janet 8
mother, with many nod and beck
and wreathed smile, intimated that
there was an understanding" be-
tween the two young people. John
Wentworth was well enough in his
way, honest, sober and Industrious,
and shrewd as need be, but she look
ed higher for Janet. Janet had been
to boarding school, she had the edu-
cation of lady, she could sing and
play the piano, and Mr.. Raycliffe
praised her drawing more than lit
tie. And, by the way he hung
around This time to 60 back to the
city was up, but he had engaged the
room for another monthly she was
sure something would come of it.
She could sniff weddings in the air,
and went so far as to ask Mrs.
Browns opinion as to the most fash
ionable way of making dresses, a very
nice one, suitable-and then Janet's
mother hesitated, smiled and looked
very wise-suitable for a wedding
dress. or course Mrs. Brown knew
at once that the dress was for Janet,
and through Mrs. Brown, who was
sometimes called "the Sunnydale
daily tattler," the rest Of them were
informed without the loss Of prec-
ious time.
| The report came to the ears of
John Wentworth. Like a sensible
fellow he concealed whatever feeling
of disappointment and chagrin the
announcement aroused from the pry-
| ing busybodies. He did not stay
away from church or from any Of
the social village gatherings of young
people because he met Janet and her
devoted adorer there. Not he; he
danced and laughed the more, al
though the pain in his heart, which
he determinedly hid from view. was
in reality long in dying out.
| Janet had been his first love, and
however lightly she had loved him,
he, least, had been sincere, and
could not forget herin day, try as
he might.
| Time, however, is great healer,
and when one hazy October day ia
net rode over in her little ph@ton to
ask John and his sisters to 60 berry
ing, he looked her straight in the eye
and wished her a "happy future"
| without tremor in his hearty voice
or a culver of his eyelids.
| Eugene has gone to Boston, y said
Janet, Ticking the flies off her gray
pony, and leaning forward. 1--WE
should have heard from him yester-
day. 1 feel a little worried. He
bad good deal of money with him.
We sent to the city by him for things
we could not get here, and several of
the neighbors-Judge Jordan, Squire
Ellis and others, paid him in advance
| for portraits. dreamed last night
| of his being robbed and killed. Ughl
it makes me shiver. / know Pm