The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1884-11-08

uelulls tltfc IL no neeu 10 enter. .Iul
she whs. guilty at heart has sufficiently
been shown but sie Was too selGsbly
awake to her own interests to risk h1r rep.
utation seriously, although the ncighbor.
! hood INDUCED In whispered comments on
i the general leyity 81 her department
Humphreys popularity IN the county,
p. aud the high stmding and character Of
I Lady Grisekla's father, gave her nj i'm.
munity from open disapproyal, that her
own beauty and charm might not have
, commanded. Bit the hour Of her triumph
. wus not TO last. ,'r @1
AS the months rolled on, Humphrey
realized 1t MI, md saw no outlet from lis
. troubles. Sometimes he became violently
!, jealous, when stormy scenes wonl1 clslic
but oitCncr hc was sunk In an intense
, inner dependency, OF which tho chief
si.n was Il scosninf indifference to what
went on. Though he wem 10 dismiss the
almost constant guests md refuse TO ALLOW
his wife TO visit, what then pho knew
her affections wero not his. Every new
vanity, every fresh admircr might chain
her fancy iorn timc; Tor him alone there
never canici soitcning glnnco Or loving
word; ind aittr L few mad or futile Mt.
tcmpts to win her anew, Humphrey nc.
ceptcd his doom md brooded over tho
run OF his hopes with that u:eless persist.
ency which bodies trouble. llc hunted
rccklcssly, drank deeply, md was tho one
moody figure In tho gly scenes into which
lie accompanied his wife.
Now aud then no would watch her from
belinda newspaper or book, smiling with
her admirers around, md would wonder
in wcarying circles OF thought why every
one seemed easily 10 please her, anil only
he, with u love that had outlivcd his re.
spcct for her, alone, failed. Sometimes
he would steal Off alone 10 tho dining
room, wl!crc tho portraits o! his parents
hung, rs II seeking their advice or SYN.
pathy. They wero not mAsterpiocea OF
nrt. Mr.. beverley was in his RID
%imnting.coat aud other accoutrcmcnts
Of sport ostentatlol9ly insisted on; but
the artist in 4 happy moment OF inspi.
ration had fixed on the canvas Il real like
ness Of his wiie's sweet good tacc. Hum:
p'lrey knew now that in his
own wife no had been dipped
by beauty unhaliowcd by the grace and
womanly wisdom that had sanc.iGed
That Of his mother. Tha. pictured face had
in it thought md sympathy aud counsel
Tor others; there had been harmony and
happiness where that face dweit, as he
well knew; aud, best Of all, she had been
the priestess in her own home OF that RI.
ligion, which now seemed banishcd from
his all.but pagan household. One day, rs
he sazcd, his wiie's heartlcss laugh neuieJ
ont from the d~raWins-room, aud voices
rose In 1esting dispute. Humphrey leaned
his forehead against, the frame OF His
mothers picture and eroaned, and the
butler who had come in, tray in band,
beat q hnsty and l,o;seless retreat, siohinr
deeply over tho III iain Of the master,
whom he lad held in his arms rs a baby.
Only one scene moro.
II was winter and Tho floods were ont.
Iothwell Hall was~ not wholly shut OH;
from the worlJ. but the lancs that lay be.
tween it and the high road were half I'M.
der water, and travelling on them was nei.
tlcr expeditions nor pleasant. The Bcv.
er!cys were c%ngasaged ioran evening party
Mt Alfonso some ten Mills distant. where
the wedding sayet!cs of one OF Ilumph-
reys especial friends We're being 'celebra.
ted. They wcro 10 stay at this place for
some days; but in tic du!, gloom that
had sotilel on his spirits Humphrey could
with difficulty ronsn up to pay the visit,
alid but for loyal frieludsllip . sake would
have declined it altogether.
The last week had been. ono OF intense
dreariness at the Hall, the heavy rains
having kept its master and mistress close
prisoners, ard THROWN them entirely on
each others society. Who can wonder
that the storms within doors had fairly
'rnaichcl the raging elements withoutfI
Aiigry words, then su:!cn silence, then
Humphrey sitting lon. and late over the
vine that bcfrienIei him only to hctrny,
and lady Grisc!da fighting the meagrirns
in her own comfortable DONATING, THAT
had been the lissory OF the few days; and
now the one had come on which they
were to start for the aforrsa;d visit.
"Rememhcr,' said Humphrey, rising
IRON the understandable, and from i:
weary and ovsrwaun discussion in which
he knew she had been wrong, but had not
the consolation OF feeling tie had been
right" not 10 Ire late in starting this
evening. ! have told you tho hour, and
it is THO latest ! can g;vo You, for tho
roads are at lhcls worst, and Raymond
cannot MANAGE them like Old John"
"And why is John not to drive ?" asked
Lady Griselda.
why, yol know xlAe POOR OIL fellow
i'as o fauklng ceushi ! would eooner ssoa
TT home tltaa take him out in such wealth
"Soaaggssnso," said Lady Grisclla; "aay.
mond drives Ike 4 IDOL. II you carel 10
drive"
John Il MI 10 drive" SAIL her hus.
band decidedly. THE man who has been
our iamily's faithful servant ali lis DAYS
shall not have his life r;skcd by me. So
relncmhar, if ynu please. to tls ready at
the given hour; do not keep me waiting
as You did last time"
Lady Grisc.da was playing with her
poodle, and gave Il derisiye lutte laugh.
"t@a you hear inc, GriscldaT" uskcd
Humphrey.
y hoar you," she replied, "and shall be
ready-at my own time
hlir could play on Humphreys i'll.
trained passions rs OH n cfttid's, and she
knew 1t. lla STAMPED his loot impa,ienlly,
and turned adarkcncd face OIL her. 49,.
ny heavens, how you try met he OK.
claimed. understand me once for NIL,
GriscIla. lie ready this evening, or-J
"a few more black looks, 4 lew more
polite speeches for mo, suppose inter.
rupted she, with laughing contempt that
might have driven q calmer mun thnn
Humphrey to white heat.
"No," said hor husband, in tragic chr.
nest. "Be ready; or | swear 1t shall, be
the last time leave it in your power to
disobey my wishes or break my heart.n
A dfcary Afternoon, passed. Tho wind
lmoancd through the trees and wet shrub
berries; within doors it seemed that ghosts
were wailing along the passages with their
old.iashloncd gates, and down the long
staircase and across the hall, Tick, tick,
went the clock.in Lady Griselda's sitting.
room, and It told her, loudly as voice Of
clock could do, that it was time to 60 and
dress. She did hcarit. 1t broke the sense
o. her novel over and over again, secretly
disturbed her ensc OF mind, her power Of
enjoyment, but it did not send her 10