Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-02-14

YOU had no call to let nobody see over 1t,
and she replied as she was perfectly aware
of that, but the agents had told her you
was not the gentleman to 60 out OF your
way to disoblige a lady
",Oh dear me? and | suppose see'A want
me to trot round with her, and answer all
the hundred snd.one questions tussy wom-
eu always ask, and 60 sll over the gardens
in this baking sun l wish
al told her as you was engaged, SIR
and said / would take her round, so there
no need for you to show yourself at all IN
less you wish. -, .
"iYou told her that, TimburY did your
Very thoughtful of you, I'm sure. You
take her to the dining room and drawing
room first, and as soon q you re up stairs
I'll slip over into the drawing room. linen
YOU can come here and finish on with the
kitchens
"Timbury bowed and retired, and the
next minute Mr.. Pilgrim heard the rvstle
of q dress in the hall and a rather harsh
voice asking the stock questions about the
subsoil, the drains, the water supply, ana
whether the chimney smoked. As the voice
mounted into the upper regions ne scuttleo
across the hall. and retreatsd to the re-
hottest corner of the drawing room, mean
inc to get a glimpse, if possible, al Mrs.
Csmpion as she inspected the flower gar
den. The voice came down stairs agalu,
and Mr.. Pilgrim, having let down the We
nitisn blinds, and arranged one OF them SO
az to give O lull view of the garden, took
I'D his post of observation.
The window was open, and be soon
heard the voice, and another voice as well,
which b e~recognized as Mrs. Pilgrims. She
good LADY, had been surprised in her bed
room. and feeling rather lonely, had viii
| ipply offered to 90 round with the stranger
and point out to her the exceliences and
the defects of The Pines as q place OF resi-
depce. Mr.. Pilgrim raised his eyeglasses
10 take stock Of Mrs. Scrymgeour Camplon
a. she came along the gravel path. She
vas q stout, ford dame with a very com
monplacs type of face; but, commonplace
or not, the contemplation Of 1t seeHed to
affect Mr.. Pilgrim in the most extraordl
nary fashion. His mouth opened, for hls
law had fallen with an expression OF the
most sbiect terror. His face first became
ashy white and then as green as the We
nitisn blinds through which he was gazing
He clung to a chair for support, but ne hac
still enough command over himself to put
his ear close to the window to catch, II pos
sible, the conversation between Mrs. Cam
pion and his wife.
II am infinitely obliged, my dear Mad
am. Your servant says that your husband
ia engaged, so | wont disturb him now, bu'
[ should like to see him before | decide.
~ wish you would stop 10 dinner, salc
Mrs. Pilgrim, holding the ladies band IL
her own. My husband would be delighted
to see you
Sir, Pilgrim gave q hollow g?oAn as he
listened, and fell back in the armchair
But he could not rest there. lie started
IN, and went and locked himself in hi'
own room. Mr.. Pilgrim was puzzled tc
know what could all her husband at din
per that evening. The dinner was one
after his own heart. but he sent away every
thing un,asted. and sat staring at the tioweI
vase in front Of him with a look upon hi
face such as she had never seen before
She did her best 20 keep up the converse
ton By talking about heir late visitor, M
she could get no response Of any kind from
her husband, so she was fsin 10 address
few aide observations on the same subJec
10 Tinbury, who agreed that the lady wa
a remarkably pleasant-spokcn lady, an'
and, at the same iime, as would no, LIT her
self be put upon.