Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1885-04-26

a1IiVe.
"0h, didn't you know" she cried, affect
ing astcnishment They've been here these
foIr hoursl drove to Pembroke junction
10 see the Rector off to town. and there was
The cariisge waiting for them. DR.. Brett
came down by the same train, and gave
him seat home" And Of conrse she had
screwed al the information she could out of
him by the way. think gossip detestable
in any one, but in Rector wife)- Well,
didn't encourage her to discuss other peo-
lies affairs in ihe open street, and she trip
ped CT with her tradesmen's books, (paying
her weekly bills on Wednesday evening
Wbst an example , while just across to Dr.
Brett's surgery. Remembered wanted TO
consult him, q had not been vsccinsted
since was young girl and they did say
smsllpox had broken out in London de
was not at home, and, Of course, couldn't
consult the assistant about reysccination.
BE. YOU see, might have done it. So
waited and waited, and AZ last came De
Brett. He pooh-poohed all my fears, and
vas quite rude and abrupt when tined to
enter into o little friendly chat.
Have / seen the new people, Ma II
Yes. have. Please ask me exactly what
you want to know at once, for my dinner
is waiting
| overlooked his iseivitty, and not to
seem offended, l asked; "HoW many were
there, doetorY
"One butler one footman, one maid, one
page boy. score oftrunks, and the family.
'0h, did you hear the name, or see 1t on
Il saw a monogram, &C. g. think, and
a cornet on the travelling bags
"A eornetH' | almost shieked. "Oh
doctor, what were they like? The family
/ mean
"They2 There was only one" said he,
edging me out of the door.
One? A gentleman or LADY,
Really, Madam, am quite unable to
say" And the old wretch, with his pohtest
and most aggrayating grin, half closed the
door on me.
But it must have been Que or the other!
Oh. do tell me, doctor! Why, what else
could it have BEEN | cried, almost clinging
TO the door handle.
Madam. it wss-s baby" aud he shut
the door in my very face.
really hardly know how to go back to
the Parade, except that | had presence OF
mind enough to take the hotel road so as to
pass two sides of Daisychhe Mansion on
ny way. The house certainly didn't look
inhabited, though the kitchen chimney was
smoking. There was no cloth laid In the
dining room, and the blinds were drawn uD
ANYHOW. At last it suddenly struck me
that perhas only the servants had come
down 10 clean and prepare for the family,
and the baby was low joke Of DE-. Bretts.
Then / thought of poor old Mrs. Wobley,
who was always so glad of days charming.
Perhaps had better call and recomend her.
So ! Just stepped up to the door and
knocked. 1t was opened directly by foot
man in most beautiful pale blue livery.
81 am friend of Mrs. Htz Connaughts,
| began.
Not at home" shouted q coarse voice
from within.
Not at home" echoed the footmsn
sharply, and slammed the door as rudely as
DR.. Brett. However, had set my mind at
rest on two points. had seen the boxes,
enough for three families, all piled in the
hall, with their initials and corpet, and just
before the door banged, believe l heard
the baby.
was out early next morning on the mid
die seat of the Parade with my book, The
Harvest Of a Quiet Eve" (Hsve you read
it. dear? Ted, my nephew, gave 1t to me
on my birthday two years ago. but really |
Lsye so little time for reading | haven't
quite got into it YETI From halt past nine
ill eleven wGired there, and Lot blind
wss stirred in that house, nor a soul came
in or out, unless By the stable yard. Just
as was thinking really must 60 up to the
town about my marketing the door opened
at last.
First came big man out of livery, who
/ looked up and down rs if the place belonged
/ TO him, and then deliberately ssuntered of
toward tie town: then the HOFFMAN, then q
2 ge boy, Gin handsome livery, but rather
/ TOO old for the place then, between them,
| they lifted DOM the steps-a perambulator.
( A magniGceu. brass mounted affair, with a
! large cost Of arms on the panels, cushioned
IL Iose-colorsd satin, and with a rug perfect
Is siiG with embroidery, such as it seemed
sclually sacIiIegious to meet with out OF
church. 4 few minutes more, and down
came very grand lady carrying baby
F. Such little angel | could only see It's
hair. in golden corkScrew curls, such as
used to be worn when was girl, falling
on its cream, colored brocsde pelisse, and
lis big plush lat and feather to match, for
It's face was covered with veil of point
real Brussels point,
The page boy pushed the perambulator,
the footmGn walked behind, aud e! the side
; loUuged the mamma as | thought, in her
satin mantle AID jetembroidered skirts
While | was ihinking VIA; nice little neigh
borly excuse could make for introducing
myself baby began to quarrel with its veil
end pulled il right Of Just rs it passed me
Il vas little girl OF sboGt two years old
with a pale, aristocra'ic little face and blue
/ eyes, which were fixed on me. | had q
rose lozenge somewhere it my pocket, |
knew, but couldnt rummage it ont in time,
80 only nodded and smiled, ard waited
for thsir return. They fingered for some
time at the far end OF the Parade under the
cEfs looking at the Viking. which was
hing at anchor little way off the shore;
then came slowly back. / held up my loz
enge between my finger and thumb aud ad'
vaLced, smiling at the baby.
Was it dood. den Say Ia Your sweet
ht,le child is perfectly irresistible began,
addressing the-the female, as supposed
must call her She stopped me, point
blank.
You'll excuse me, mem, but her lady
slips orders was most particular. The
Honorable Florinda is on no account to be
permitted 10 make prouiscuous acqusint
srces." And fiDging her nose with her lace
veil pinned tight across it most imperinent
" in the air, she moved of with toss Of
her big Aounced parasol.
stood positively aghast for q moment
Such moral slap in the face might have
crushed the spirit of another women; II
reused mine turned indignantly from
the Parade and made my way to the town
where found the butler making purchases
He paid for everything with ready money
and gave his namess Mr.. Benjamin Bowler,