The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1886-01-09

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HNot now-not hersW she interTupte'
with touch OF her old coqustHy. "Fanc,
any one having the hardihood to made
declaration Of loVe-in lift And yol
used to be $3.50 romRntcW
"What does 1t matter where or wheI
one speaks if the love is genuine2 low
you truly, Rosalie, and l have been VerI
patient but could not bear to see tina
idiot RoGkminster-"
"Major BourchieF, cannot allow vol
to speak in that tone Of one who may ont
day be my husband"
HYour husband"
"Lord Rockminster proposed to me thil
evening" she said, dropping her eyes.
"And you accepted himN
swell, not exactlyw she replied, with Q
mRlign smile; "buE l may. ! have mol
given him his answer yet. l shall TO-
morrow"
This, then, Was. what abe meant when
she spoke those two words to Rockmlnil-
ter, Bourchier's face turned red with
SRosslle," he said hotly, "you are a
heartless ccquette have done with you
forever.n
~ am indeed sorry you should think 50
badly OF me, Major BouTChier, "But, "
abe added, with the lightest touch Of
sarcasm, ''that Is no reason why you
should keep me prisoner to tell me 80.
The lift 10 at q standstill."
Itwas true, In his eagerness BourChier
had dropped the rope, and the Lift was
stationary,
~ won't keep you prisoner a moment
longer than can help, Mrs. 0rmskirk,"
be said, Jumping up. ae pulled the rope
vigorously, but The lit did not move.
"Don'tyou understand the mechanism ?"
cried Resale, in sudden alarm.
"Yes, OF course" he retorted, a trile II.
ritablyi "but-but there seems something
wrong with 1t,
Mrs. 0rnlskirk spraug to her feet with
little scream Of terror,
ooh, Major Bourchier, we shall be
killed, snow we shall, There Ia some'
thing wrong with the lift We may be
dashed to pieces-the thing may fall-or
or something, Oh, what will become OF
nsw she went on, bursting into tears,
'Can't-can't you save me, Vincent"
She chung to him in her terror.
"Don't bs frightened, dearest" he said,
.rying to speak cheeriully; ut may not be
10 serious as you think. Do you know II
Ibis Is an hydraulic liltP II 80, the stop.
oago may be caused by the failure of the
water"
Il don't know-I don't know what an
hydraulic lift it, moaned RosAlle, sob
ling, "SuCh thing has never happened
before. ooh, Vincent, can't--can't you
ave me2"
"would to heaven could! l would die
or you, gladly"
II don't know about dying for me-" she
obbed out, "but-but there seems a very
,ood chance Of your dying with NO."
Bourchier smiled.
~ don't think things are quite so bad as |
hat, Rosslie."
"How do you knowP Why, any minute |
10 may be dashed 10 pieces! l have
leard Of such things,"
His arm was still round her waist; In |
Ter terror she did not seem to notice It'll
t least she made no attempt to withdraw
herself from his embrace, J
life seems all tho more enhancing |
low, OF course" he ventured to say, try.
ng not to speak bitterly. "You We're al
Ways ambitious, RoSallc, and as q peer
IS" :.
"Who told you was going to be pssr-
ss2" she retorted with spirit. III you
re going to take advantage Of the posi-
ugly me-"
"My darling, such an idea never crossed
ny brain, l love you far too we'll" in
Boucher, with his lips CloEe 10
Ter pretty ear. The temptation was ire
lstible. He kissed her velvet cheeks once,
vice, and then, as she did not attempt TO
loye her fresh rosy lips. "RoSalie, do
ou love me-"
She was silent save for slight catching
I her breath, that might have been either
sigh or Q sob.
"You will not marry RoGkminsteT, will
our you will marry me" he went on
asstonately. mo one loves you as l do,
soSalie. Think Of 1t; have loved you
Or ten long years."
as that true2" she whispered in her
most musical tones.
~ swear it. Will you marry me, RoS-
lieP"
"H-if we ever get out Of the litt-l
may"
''T6e litti l love the liftl" cried Bour.
hier, enthusiastically ;"why, but for IT."
~ might have married Lord RoCkmin-
ter" she said, with an odd little laugh.
You told me l was ambitiOusl" -
"Poor RockminSter! and happy mel"
lughed Bourchier.
"1n the meantime, cir, insist on being
1t out Of this lift at once; object to be
ept hanging between earth and heaven,
Ike Mohammed-or his coffin / forget
Thich II was"
Bourchier, OF course, retortod that, far
rom thinking himself in such q position,
10 considered that the lift was his heaven,
nd that for his part he was perfectly
Apply where he was.
"But / am not, said Rosalie, with some
or assumed-ol her fears"
It is almost as bad % the Black Hole OF
Jalcutta."
Just then the Lift gave violent lurch.
frs. 0rmskirk screamed and buried her
ace in her handkerchief. Rourchier
nmped up and caught hold Of the rope,
nd, in q moment, the machine glided
upward.
"Come, RoBAliel" said he, smiling, as
hey stopped at the seventh floor. "AllB
rel that ends well. You have only been
prisoner for one short .hali.hour; l
m goin to put on chains for llfe-Chains
1 roses, Of course" he added hastily.
You have had q fright; l have won a
To that delightful institution,
he Lift"
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