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

LOVE In A LIFT,
Every one agreed that the season prom
ised to be brilliant one, and the heart O.
the London shopkeeper reiOiced. Perfectly
appointed carriages rolled In an endless
stream along the more spacious thorough
lares, or stood in long lines outside the
various shops pStronized by their fair OWE,
ers. Bond street was hopelessly blocked,
1t was Just such q acene as may be wit
messed any fine day between April aud
July, but to one tall, dark, sunburned
man, whose upright carriage betrayed his
profession, the whole phantasmagoriR OF
fair women, perfectly well.gotup men,
equally well.got-up carriages, and lofty
'stsppers," was replete with the charm OF
comparative novelty. But though the
scene was inspiriting enough, no did not
linger long in the region sacred to the
Elysian mysteries OF shopping, Just as he
was crossing the threshold OF the Bayolet
Club, he was hailed by q well'remeInbered
voice.
"BourChier! by all thRt's wonderful
Why, | thought youwere far away atBan-
galore"
The speaker was a fair, iresh.colored,
man, little over thirty, OF the familiar
type OF the mau about town, well-dressud,
spruce, and with the air Of one who il
on good terms with himself aud all the
world,
"Come and have a cigar and chat.
Why, II must be ten years since you loft
"1tls. Ishall be sort Of modern Rip
Van Winkle,"
"Nonsense, man! We don't forget our
friends quite so soon, even in London"
retorted the other, leading the way into
the smoklngToom.
snow for your news, Huntley," said
Bourchier, as he settled himsellin an easy
chair and lighted cigar. "Who has
been born, who has married who has
died since | saw you lastW
"Lst me think, 1t is adifllcult thing to
arrange ones ideas when one Is hidden to
stand and deliver, like that"
In spite Of this protest, Hunlley during
the next half hour Contrived to retail u
lair amount OF gossip.
"Tou remember, Lady Ida somerton?"
he,said, suddenly. pretty girl, blue eyes,
complication roses and cream, and that
sort OF thing. Heiress, too. She foil In
love with seaton, OF the Guards, who
hadn't a shilling to bless himself with OK.
cept Whist he got from the Children OF
Israel. Her guardian didn't sec 1t cut up
rough, and wouldn't hear OF It, But she
married him, though, when she came OF
age" added Huntley, Iuefully, for he had
certain tender "Reminiscences OF bis own
In connection with the fair heiress. Per-
haps the association oil ideas prompted his
next remark.
"By the bye, Bourchier, wasn't Rosalie
Dryden an old flame OF yoursW
"Thats leading question with VEN
EeanCc," replied the other, with rather
forced laugh, as he pulled violently at his
mustache. "But what Of herH She
married some rich city man, didn't ghoH"
ayes; Josiah 0rmBkirk. Fellow who
made his money on the Stock Exchange.
Died couple Of years ego, and loft his
wife rich widow. Awtully good thing
for her, for believe he rather led her a
life Of II for some. time before his death,
Hadn't you heard Of it?"
"No. He must have died during my
absence at q remote place up In the hills,
where hardly ever saw newspaper"
Elbow did you manage TO existf VOL,
Mrs. 0rmskiTk Is beginning 10 90 out into
society again. ! saw her in the Park only
yesterday, and by Jove she looked quite
as pretty, and almost as young, as che did
ten years ago!"
Eyes, she was very pretty" assented
Bourchler, and ho added bitterly, land
she took her charms 10 the best market,
as most women do"
"Come, old fellow, don't be cynical"
said Huntley. "Have another cigar, and
let us talk about something else"
But the mention Of the old loves name
seemed To have taken away Boutchier's
appetite for society gossip. Herose slowly,
and looked Rt his watch,
"Fiye o'clock. Old habits are things Of
strong growth. think | shall stroll down
to the Park and sec what 10 going on. Do
you feel inclined TO come to-, Huntley|
mo, thanks. ! feel lazy this afternoon,
80 shall look through the evening, pa.
pers. There has passed away glory ffom
the Park. One gets tired Of the eternal
millround In time.
"Well, I'm of, at any rate, iot an hours
STROLL" And with o Rood.natured smile
and parting shake Of the hands the two
men parted. As Bourchier sauntered on
toward the Park his thoughts went back
TO q certain Noyembe afternoon, when he
and Rosalie had ridden home together
after quick run with the I'ytchley, and
love had got the better Of prudence, and
he had proposed and been refused. Pretty
Rosalie, though she had only the expert;
ence OF single season, had enough oil
worldly wisdom to know that though Vim.
cent Bourohier was handsome, clever
enough to be 0 pleasant companion, oil
good birth q brave soldier The had already
distinguished himself at the age Of five
and twenty, he was no mate Tor her. she
was q pennileas but ambitious girl, de-
pendent upon the Whitns Of her aunt
Lady Silyerthorne, . stern natIon, who
had preached her pretty niece many q
sermon on the folly and wiCkedhess oil
girls who married poor men.
~ don't think you are thesor OIL woman
who would be happy with two new gowns
A YEAR" ehs was IN the habit oil saying.
Ifhink Of living In six-roomed house In
the suburbs, with q maid.ot.all.work to
wait on you. No, Rosalie, you must
marry rich man, or | wash my hands Of
you.o
Mis- Dryden had not sufficient strength
OF character TO defy her aunt and marry
Vincent Bourchier, whom, in her heart o.
hearts, she knew she loved. A couple oil
months later, Josiah Qrmskifk ! opposed to
her. and was accepted.