The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1885-08-15

and begged that she would pardon him
for his seeming presumption, as he knew
Of no other way 70 become acqtatnted
with her. 3, !. !,
AZ hope she WON'T be blended, :, thought
John! tls be directed the envelope.
" will get the doctor TO post this note
for me and then no one will be the wiser
for Il"
r After bis letter had been dispatched he
watched anxiously until he saw the post
man deliyerit Of the cottage then he SANK
back in his lounge In speriect fever Of sus'
pense. z 4 ..li
Suppose abe should be angry at him for
his presumption in writing TO herl How
should he ever make his peace with her?
He fancied that he wasso desperately IN
love with-her that life would scarcely be
worth living without her, and he longed
to offer himself to her and learn his fate,
He had not very long to wait for an an
swer to his note. In somewhat lees than
an hour the trim little maid crossed the
street and left at the door letter directed
TO Mr.. John Stanton" in pretty angular
handwriting.
with trembling fingers John tore open
the envelope. What were the contents
OF the letter? He soon knew, for 1t ran
thus.
DEAR Mr.. SrASToN-I am very much
flattered at your kind commentator OF
Of my poor attempts, and | am glad you
enjoy them. Ishouid be very happy to
make your acquaintance when you are
able 10 be out again. / have often motto.
ed at the window and felt sorry for you.
you look so pale and thin. / shall be glad
TO hear from you again. Yours, very sim
cerely,
John read this note again and again In
perfect transport Of delight Could any
thing have been kinder and more friend
"? She bad noticed him and been sorry
for him. What angelic PITY!
Every afternoon the elder lady practic-
ed for an hour very sedulously upon
"Alaiden's Prayer aud Whispering Of
Love" and the next day 1t seemed to John
as II she would never stop.
I His head fairly ached, despite bis hap.
piuess, with the monotonous sound, var.
led only by occasional mistakes. He was
impatient to hear his fair charmer play
aud sing again, for he knew she would be
thinking Of him this evening.
When at last she took her seat at tho
piano he enjoyed her music with keener
pleasure than he had ever felt before; ii
was for him she was playing and singing
now.
Two or three more notes passed between
them, and at last John could no longer re-
strain his love. He poured 1t all out in a
long letter and begged her to end his sus.
pense speedily, assuring her OF his unalter-
able devotion to the end OF his life,
1t did not take Miss Vaughan long TO
make up her mind apparently. The little
maid soon brou. bit her answer, and John
read:
"DEAR DARLING JoAN-I will be yours,
since you wish It. Can't you possibly
come over this evening about Z o'clock
that we may hold sweet converse together2
Yours till death,
It was only short note, but it raiset
John 10 the seventh heaven othappiness.
OF course he would go over, ana he pain
fully hobhled around the room for an
hour, making as elaborate toilet as be
could, and consulting his glass with an
anxiety he had never known before.
Atlast Z o'clock came, and leaning heav-
ily on his cane, he limped across the street
and rang the door bell.
The trim little maid admitted him with
something that was very like sternly |
suppressed smile on her round, rosy face,
and ushered him into the parlor.
II was dimly lighted, and John sank
into the nearest seat, trying to control his
agitation and delight.
Presently the door opened and figure
giided toward him.
shy darling exclaimed John rapturous-
II, with ou.6tretched arms, and in another
instant he was pressing loving kisses up
on the upturned face.
Suddenly his blood seemed TO CONCEAL
with horrited establishment. They were
atthe further end OF the room from the
dim light and he could not distinguish the |
features OF the woman he had in his arms
untila kindly fash from the FIRE in the
crate showed him the corkscrew curls and
features OF the woman he had supposed
to be Mrs. Vaughan!
MADAM, what does this mean?" he
asked aDgrily, pushing her from him.
.'Where is Miss Vaughan@
- hu 4uI5a v duSutAt sue ahoMO4Sttl
advancing toward him as II she contem.
plated sinking in-his arms again. My
niece, Mrs. Vaughan, has Just gone to the
train to meet her husbandl
ST. made amistaken be stammered
feebly, and gtasping his hat he beat o
hasty retreat,
He moved all his belongings early the
next morning, before the inhabitants oil
Rose Villa were astir, and he soon banish-
ed the image OF his fair enehan,ress from
his heart, as whenever he thought OF her
he could not but remember the ridiculous
mistake OF which he had been the victim.
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