The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1886-09-03

| pIVLhiheu hUulully 70 % up from rev
York by 9 O'Clock this evening. l shal
speak to Mrs Elliott Immediately. Tha
niece Of her's-her name, by the way, Il
Amelia Webster, isn't il 2-seems such ar
unsoCiable, melancholy sort OF creature
that really hate putting the question Il
her. Walt here till l return, Grace.
shan't be gone very long, The tableau il
the last on the list, you know, and dc
want to have 1t effective, Yonr dress
for 'ROwena' Is all ready, hope?"
"Entirely," said Grace, as her compsn
ion left the piazza, on which the above
conversation had been held, and went in
search Of Mrs, Elliott,
"Have you beentakinga walk, Amelia p
"Yes, aunt"
And Amelia Webster Invested herself oil
plain but tasteful garden hat as she
spoke.
She hal Just entered her auut's bed,
room, large, Commodioua apartment on
the ground floor OF the hotel, where Mis-
Elliott was seated beside one OF the win.
dows.
"How can you stand these long walks
OF yours, Amelia, on such feariulIy warm
mornings2" asked her aunt, languidly
using the palm.leaf fan which she was
holding.
ut was rather warm" said Amelia,
with a slnile-by no means brilliant
smile, howeVer-on that sad, beautiful
face Of hels. "Have you been receiving
visit, aunt, from pleasant Mrs. Caring.
ton this morningP | met her In the out.
side hall just before l entered"
Eyes, Amelia; and she has been talk.
ing about YOU
"About me2" spoken with some sur
prise.
"Sho wants you to be in the tableau TO-
night. You We no idea, Amelia, what
quantities Of nice things she had been
saying about your eyes, hair and figure
The dress Ia simple, believe,-plain
black-and you are 10 carry a lamp In
your hand, aud lot down your hair, and
be a 'Jailer's Daughter to Charley Whit,
Combe's Captive You've seen Charley
Whitcombs, haven't youP"
Eyes; but am not acquainted with
him." was Amelis's reply. ~ hate to be-
disobllging, aunt but, then, 1t will really
seem very strange for me TO mingle among
those gay people down stairs"
"Why strange, AmeliaP"
"Yol know why, aunt, quite as well as
could tell you"
Amelia Webster spoke In low, trem,
ulous voice, fixing her dark eyes upon the
floor.
because you have made up your mind,
Amelia, that there IL no possible consola
ton for the grief which torments you. ID
not that the reAson2"
"However," Mrs. Elliott continued
"you and have had too many conversation
on this subject for me to hope that the
present one will influence you more than
others have done. Concerning this re.
quest Of Mrs. Darlington shall have
nothing further to say. Grant 1t or not
my dear, as you choose"
There was little silence, and then
Amelia Webster arose from her seat, and
approaching her aunt, took one Of that
lady 3 hands, pressing II fondly.
"You believe, aunt, that all these con-
versstions to which you allude as having
taken place between US have been regard.
cd by me with cold uncoacern. You are
wrong. can not rid myself OF this feel
ing, ] have strlven 10 do so, but have
striven In vain. Tonight, however,
shall make one more effort"
"You will accede to Mrs. Carrington's
proposal, Amelia"
"Yes,N
"You are dear, good girl"
Aud Mrs. Elliott kissed the niece,
whom she loved with all mothers fond
ness, quite passiOnately on each cheek.
II would rather be sent for when I am
needed" Amelia said. "You know which
Is my room, do you not Mrs. Caring
toni"
"Oh, yes" answered that lady, not 9
little annoyed at Miss Webster's lack Of
interest in the tableau which 1t had taken
her and Grace Hilton q iortnighttoprepare
"1regret very much that there can not be Q
rehearsal Of the 'Jailer's Daughter by
the way: But such thing will be quite
impossible, az Charley Whitecombs has
gone to New York and will not arrive un,
Ill 8 o'clock this evening""
From twilight until 0 o'clock that even.
ing Amelia heard much hustle and laugh
ter and hurrylnR 10 and fro In the hal
beyond her chamber. After having made
her simple toilet Of seine howingly.worr
black material that chung about her beau
tiful figure in soft, graceful folds, the
young girl sat quiet In her bed room wait
ing for Mrs. Carrington's summons.
"How appropriated she murmured
catching glimpse Of her sombre costume
In the opposite mirror during that period
OF waiting. "This black dress and un
bound hair gives tne sufficiently mourn
full appearance 10 suit the melancholy
soul am All, Eugene, II is not 80 very
long ago since you and | took part To-
gether In that pretty tableau, County
CourtEhlp, at Aunt Elliott's house Ii
town."
Che had Just murmured the words In {
low, family audible voice whom knocl
sounded at the door, aud without waiting
for tho knock 10 be answered pretty
Grace Hilton hurried quite precIpitately
into thefoOm.
"ThCy arc waiting for you, Miss Web
Bter," the young lady rapidly began "bu
Charley itCombe-iurHliAble wretch
that no is-hAs disappointed us, and Il
perhaps now 10 New York instead o
keeping his promise 10 Mrs. Darlington
We were In despair about our last tableat
all tho men ID the house are 90 hotnel!
and un.ByroniO looklng--when my broth
or Jack hald something about a Mr.. Some
bodyor0 Other, who was 90 awiully hand
Bomp, and who had Just arrived at TIL
hotel for single night on his way from
Boston TO New York he has lately CONT
Iron Europe, l believe"
"CertAlnlyi l have no objections,
Amelia answered. "Mr. WhitColn5e wa
quite O stranger 10 me-"
NThsn hurry 10 the stage, won't you
The audience were getting iflghtlully i'm
patient when l came here. ! am o
riAd YOU have no oblsCLlons 10 our new
Captive Miss Webster. How uhatmln
YOU look, by the way, and what glorlou
hAit you hGvsl Lady uodiyGs wasn't
circumstances compared " 10 length"
Amelia soon found herself htandin
among A 5foup Of Young ladies behind