The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1886-08-13

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you undressi then 90 to bed and sleep on
It before you make up your mind 10 say
something cruel 10 that poor boy" !.
"ThAt poor boy" repeated Jean to her.
sell in disgust, Then she went 10 sleep,
and the next day after reviewing her
! line oil action for the last six months, con-
cluded she hadn't treated Larry exactly
right, and ought 10 make amends, Hav-
ing settled this in her mind ahe made
herself unusually charming, and spent all
that evening on the piazza, waiting for
Larry. But Larry didn't come that even
ing nor the next, nor still the next, and
by that time his devotion 10 Gracs Red
mond was the town talk, TO BIO sure
there was some one to pour tho tale into
jeans ear, and though she listened to it
with an exterior OF marble, yet she ex.
perlenced queer little sinking sSnsation
at her heart that didn't exactly accord
with her resolution to show Mr., Lawrence
that she didn't care a fg for him, go
successful was she in this last operation
that before the end OF the week no was
thoroughly convinced, and would prObA.
BILE have remained under this delusion to
the end OF his days, bat ut this iunclure
his sister, Mrs. Livingstone, took the mat
ter in hands,
Mrs. Livingstone was young woman
who had driited safely into the hMbor Of
matrlmony, not however without knowl-
edge OF the shoals on which 30 many
lovers are wrecked. She saw through the
game theae foolish young people were
playing, and though ahe considered Jean
an abominable fllrt, and not worthy
1.-THE the love Larry bestowed on her, yet
she accepted matters as they were and
undertook to straighten them, With this
end in view, she proposed to Larry 70
drive her TO the Ridge, a delightful place
where the people OF l. piCnlcCd.
"There are number OF nice people 60
ing out, and want you" she said to him,
snow, Larry, you know my lunch bas.
kets always had an attraction for you, and
they shall be packed tomorrow with
special regard to yourt astes."
'l'm sick oil that sort OF thing" said
Larry moodlly, but ] suppose you will
take me, nolens yolens,"
And 80 she did, The day was perfectly |
lovely, the road over which he drove her |
brisk ponies unexCelled; but half way 10 |
their destination, turning sharp curve
they met sight which froZe the blood in |
Lsrry's veins and made him feel for one
big moment like throwing himself under |
the horses feet In front OF them lay the |
debris OF q pretty little wagonette, mixed |
up Unfortunately with broken traces,
champagne botteBandl lunch baskets, while |
leaning sgainst a tree by the roadside was
Jean, bis Jean, white as chalk, the blood |
tricGling, from an ugly cut on her lors-
head oil over her white gown. AIrs,
~ NunfnRn unRnaINla1 hat "a =
side almost before Larry had fairly stop.
ped tho ponies. "What is it?" she cried
with bloodless lips.
N don't even know" said Jean with
gentle smile. " don't even know how l
got here. All remember Is, the horse
got frightened and Mrs, Sherwood
couldn't hold him"
Sand Is she killed tooP" interrupted
Mrs. Livingstone lookingRbout her wildly.
"She isn't hurt at all. She went 10 hunt
me some water" and here Jeans weak
ness became so evident that Larry caught
her while his sister bound a handkerchief
about her head, "There, Larry, lift hor
into the phaeton and take her home as
fast as you can. That will e'the best
thing We can do" Between them thsy
put her In and made her as comfortable as
possible; then Larry started oil, while
Mrs. Livingstone, her cquanimity much
shaken, sat down on log to await his re.
turn for her. Larry was too much cat up
to say anything during that short ride.
Indeed lie didn't trust himself to look at
that still white face at his side, so he
dashed tho ponies, and in less than no time
Jean was at home lying on the sofa, and
her faithful cavalier started again In search
OF the family doctor. The wise man
came, looked at her, pronounced her In.
jurles not serious, but the shock 10
her nervous Byetem was go great as to
completely PROSTATE her for several
weeks. At the end Of that time she re-
appeared among them, very white and
thin, but as pretty as OF old and with all
the carelessness gone out OF her face; for
that dreadful runaway had made Jean
what she never was before, serious Larry
fairly haunted the house during her III.
ness, but coming one day to make his
usual inquiries was told she would answer
them in person. Away he strobe to the
hammock under the big apple tree, and
Jean, who found oonVslesCenCe delight.
full, and had given herself up 10 a checker.
work OF green leaves aud blue sky, was
suddenly hoisted In the air, and voice
that brought the blood leaping to her
cheek said: Clean you are my prisonOr.''
"That isn't quite fair, Is 1t, considering
I'm not able TO hold my own yet"
ibid you never hear, sweetheart, that
all's fair in love and warp he replied
possessing himself Of the slim white hand
she put out to steady herself His ring
cleaned there, its only ornament II
600 roaI,, bnnad n non ~ tLa.a Tnn,, - L.
said, with Q signiacance she did not fail TO
understand. Something Of the old sauci-
ness flashed outin her manner.
II intended to send 1t back, I wonder
now that l did not"
"Thsnk Heaven It didn't 70 go far,
though even that could scarcely have made
me more miserable than was, JEAN" he
went on gravely. " want to tell you
somethingn-
mo, DON'T che interrupted "I'm not
able to hear the confession OF your sins"
You are premature, little one. Who
said anything about contessing his sins 2"
Jean gave little nervous laugh. She
knew full well what was coming.
Haven't you done with my hGndP"
attempting TO withdraw II from his strong
clasp.
mo want to keep 1t always. AT least
until you make me promise. You don't
ask what 1t is. You are not go curious as
Of old, JEAN"
"Ask, even II III DO the half Of my king.
dom, 1t shall DO given unto you,n she said |
iestingly, though her voice was in a treln.
BILE.
"Very well, young woman. Remember
there are TO be no retractlons. want you |
to marry me as soon rs you are strong and
we'll"
Jean looked far from well Just at that
minute. She turned 90 deathly white |
that Lawrence couldn't forbear taking her
In his arms and kissing the color back TO |
her cheeks. Lawrence" sho murmured,
" can't. I'm not half 40 well oil as Flora
McFlimsey. haven't even a dress
80 get married In. Why, where is
that wonderful affair YOU wore to Mira, |