The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1884-06-28

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LAUREL VALE'S LOVER
There were only a few people at the Dol
phin House-lt was late in the season
The maple woods made low line Of dee,
red against the autumn sky; the ladies, too
mtill'd scarlet shawls over their whit,
dresses as they sat on tho piazza Of til,
hotel overlooking the suri, listening to tn,
band which still played iubilantly, In. th,
sunny afternoon. y
The helress, Miss Wave, who had come
late, remained later. She liked the cold
breath which crlsped tho surf, turned the
naples red and made her horses dance
over the smooth floor Of yellow sand which
stretched for miles along the bay.
Her faultlcesly beautiful face, and the
more wolld.loving one Of her aunt, daily
met the view VI the louDgers as her sleek
bays champed their silver bits down the
shore road. She was more often seen
abroad in her carriage, but, being an old
traveller, she was u good walker, aud often
came into tea with dash Of red in her
smooth cheek, her brown hair damp with
spray, curling closely about her temple,
She had been on foot to Grape Point or the
5hosls-iavurite re,reats-sccou panied by
her great white hound, Peri. Miss Vale
was - little peculiar, people said.
/ Certainly, she did as che pleased, with an
:unoDnus.ve independence which hardly
need to have troubled any one. =
|! She had gone out. that day after the
storm to see the eea dash and roll In its
strength. The sun shona brilliantly on It's
dancing white caps as they settled gradu.
ally into calm. :
i She had sat q long while on the rocks,
her great dog at her feet. She was a long
way from her hotel; but Juba waited down
the beach with her carrisge, and her aunt
sat among the. cushions and read.
There was no one but Peri to see how
beautiful Laurel Vale wasas she got sgainst
the ragged black rocks, her dress oil stesl.
gray kirtled from her slight feet, her grace.
fPl shoulders aud arms huddled in q soft
crimson shawl.
The sunshine struck her perfect profile
under black soft plumed hat, warming
her cheek, and bringing into rslief the finn
dimpled chin; and those who had called her
cold would not have accused her thus then,
80 happy the smile Of her red lips, 30 warm
the light Of her brown eyes.
She loved the eea-tErived upon its
bresth-deliehted to BIZ quite alone with it.
So she did not mind how the hours went,
though Aunt Pardon turned her hundredth
page, and yawned among the purple cush.
ions.
Come here, S;nbad!" a
a mellow masculine voice came from
among the recks-too Pheasant and manly
a;yoics, 10 ,whi,euy Miss Yste's cheek, with
lear, certainly; but with one swift silent
motion she rose to her feet, pale as If she
had seen ghost. $50 ~ y,.-
She glanced around. A little behind and
Just bslow her stood gentleman-a blue
eyed man with fair beard, great taHny
dop fswning at his feet.
He met her startled gaze with one equal.
ly startled-then instinctively lifted his hat.
Alter an instant be came slowly up the
rocks, almost reluctantly 1t seemed. He,
too, was pale now.
Laurel" hs said gently. d
You might have understood then why
people called Miss Vale cold. 0..''
Her lair mobile Countepauce seemed to
harden over her spirit Ike mask. She
had but one thought-that after Eve years
suffering she had come to be happy, when
here, before her again, stood the destroyer
of her peace. SIS 5f -
She made swift, involuntary gesture,
as il to keep him Of. A quick, pathetic
sadness swept over his facs as he saw it. !
And go you hate me 2"'.. he said slowly,
She caught her breath.
II do not know" Bhe gasped. ~
The great tawny dog sniffsd at the hem
Of her steel-gray dress, and then looked up
in her face, wag9ipg bis tail. His master
mentioned him away.
"No !" she cried, lending over the hand.
come creature. HE used to love me-"
Baron Alverton looked at her with bis
blue eyea and grosned. 80 D
Laurel" said be, with q fine appealing
gesture, II used TO love you. Yet to-day
you would not touch me with your beauti.
lul hand IS you touch that brutel And l
deserveitr
She seemed to look at him then for the
first time, Though only for an instant. II
che saw how hla face had changed in five
years, and WAS stirred to pity, sne gave no
slRn. She turned her head aside and seem,
ed to watch the two dogs frolicking down
the beach. sE fi77s
mo excuse could be invented for me-"
be, went on. "You were one OF the sweet.
est, truest women that ever breathed, and
my promised wife. Not shadow stood
between us when l met Nellie D.mpleton,
But ! knew less OF women than I do now,
| could not measure you, appreciate you as
have done since. was fool TO bs won
from you'by pretty face, though that face
had set the artists Crazy. All, we'll, you do
not ever care 10 listen 10 mt"
She had gathered up her gloves and par,
asot.to depart, but paused. ..5't5i5a
LAUREL he continued, Sin the old days
you were never revepgeiul or vindiclive.
II you were both now, you might gloat
overthe misery Of my married life. am
utterly wretched. Let this just decree re.
pay you for my base desertion."
& Baton ;whereare yoa2" called quuru.
lous voice. $, 5E. - I,
A dumpyfgure In blue had paused at
the loot OF the rocks, and a pair OF lacklus-
ire blue eyeHcnoT looked up at them, the
owner apparently not caring to ascend.
It wal n blonde, faded, eickly.iaced, fret.
ful and oareworn, though Mrs. Alverton
bad evidently once. been very pretty.
Lifting his hat to Laurel, B ,ron Alverton
turned, went down: the rocks and Joined
her. a few sharp words followed, which
Laurel overheard. q = 'sa5Eai'a47
The following winter develops strange
surprise ct Eutwood, Miss>;Yale's home.
Her aunt, Mrs. Pardon Afdlsy; the most
Tell'meanlrg Of dissgreeablef pereons,
Absl Crnblree, Baron Alverton's uncle,
Laurel IVES ansechlea with anrnriua u =.