Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-08-01

! i had hardly words 10 express my Brati-
tude. Everything seemed clear before me,
now that was not to be cut off absolutely
from further communication with Daisy.
As for her, there was q look of unfeigned
delight in her face also when she heard her
uncie's proposal. But too quickly it faded
away. and observed again the anxious eX-
preston had so often seen during the last
| few DAYS. She knit her brows and seemed
lost in thought.
| heard a foOtstep near us, and looked
ND. BranksOme was standing before us,
with good humOred smile on his face, rs
his eve travelled from Daisy to myself.
That was the end of my dream of JOY at
Scarborough.
1t was long and a sad week that fol-
lowed their departure; but am not going
to infict upon my readers an account oil
the love sick moods in which l wandered
about the places where we had been wont
to meet, recalling, so far as | could, every
separate occasion upon which we had been
together, and every word that she had
spoken. l only knew that | was more
deeply in love with her than ever, and that
nothing but the oppressive sense OF her
uncle's wealth kept me me from telling
my secret forthwith.
I But one happy morning all my misery
was brought to an end by the receipt Of a
letter-the first letter had ever received
| in her handwriting -inviting me to Great
LortOn Hall. Here it is:
GREAT LORToN'HALL, Sept. 81.
DEAR Mr.. FENTON: Myuncle asks me
to SLY that he has not forgotten your
promise to pay us visit here. He wishes
to know if il will he convenient to you to
come on Thursday next and to stay few
days. hope that you have no engage
ment to prevent your dong 80. You will.
| am sure, like to see this place. Both the
house and grounds are most romantic.
There is haunted chamber, but no ghosts
have been seen as yet. Perhaps they are
waiting till goa arrive, in order to do honor
| to Your visit Indeed we shall all, both
ghosts and living, be glad to welcome you.
J 1t is rather dull here. My uncle and DR..
Branksome are engaged all the morning
over their business affairs, so that | see
little of them. Mr. FQsdykc has returned
! to town. assure you, ] feel the contrast
! between this place and Scarborough.
! There are ne bright mornings here, spent in
/ listening to the music of the band and
watching the sea in the bay.
| Kindly let us know by what train you
are to arrive, and you Shall be met at the
station Both my uncle and DIR. Drank
some desire to be remembered to you.
Believe me, dear Mr.. Fenton, yours very
sincerely, DAISY SrANCLIFFE,
There was not much in this letter, per
haps-not much on which to build y whole
castle Of delightful hopes. But, such rs it
was, il served for me. | read 10 and re-
read it a hundred timesOn that happy day,
and pressed my lips again and again to the
SPOT on which with her own hand she had
signed her name.
The journey by rail from Scarborough to
Great LOrton Hall-Or rather to Little
| LortOn, the nearest railway station on the
! Northwestern line-is long and tedious
one; for though the distance between the
two places, as the GROW flies, Is q little
more than thirty miles, there is no direct
route. | learned, when left Scarborough,
that must change carriages at Nation, and
! there intrust myself to the tender mercies
of a local line, the trains on which, Judging
| by the time table ! had studied beforehand,
were limited to something like the speed
attained by the old stage coaches before the
locomotive had swept them ont of eX istence.
As far rs Nation my journey was swift
and pleasant. had compartment TO my
self, and I spent my time in Illuminating
upon the past with all its memories of
sweetness, and anticipating the future with
the eagerncSs of q lover. The train into
which was transferred at Nation was n
very short one 1t was evident that the
LOrten branch was not one of those for
which the managers of the Northwestern
railway deemed it necessary to make any
very extensive provision.
took my seat in the carriage to which
the porter directed me and awaited the de-
parture of the train. There were few pas
sengers beside myself, and apparently none
who were likely to travel first class So,
at least, thought, until, almost ut the mo-
ment when the train was starting, man
whose face | had seen only once before, but
whom was never likely to forget, suddenly
emerged from waiting room, and advanc-
ing quickly towards the compartment in
which | was seated, entered it and closed
the door behind him. 1t was the person
whom | had knocked down in the York
railway station on the day on which ] first
met Daisy.
1t would not have been easy then for me
to leave the carriage, even if such course
had been consistent with my self-respect
sincerely hoped, however, that my old
antagonist would not recognize me. The
notion OF travelling in his company was
anything but pleasant. saw, now that
was able to regard him more attentively
than could do in the hurried encounter at
York, that he was about thirty years of age,
and that, while his face bore the stamp of
vicious self-indulgence, il was weak rather
than wicked in its expression. He dressed
in clothes Of fashionable cut; but they were
somewhat the worse for wear.
When he entered the carriage he had
lifted his hat to me, and had then seated
himself in the farthest corner, where he
appeared to he intently occupied in gazing
out of the window upon the red tiles Of the
Nation houses. My hope that he did not
know me again grew. II was soon dispell-
ed. The moment the train had begun to
move from the platform he turned toward
me and, again lifting his hat, greeted me
with bow and an ironical smile. said
nothing though / wondered much what
his next move would be. had not long
| to wait. He rose from the corner seat he
had occupied and took that directly oppO-
| site to me.
"Well, my friendp he said, still with
the disagreeablesm smile upod his lips. "YOu
did not expect TO see me to-day, did you?
suppose that you and the rest of your
gang thought that was far enough away
| by this time-tOO far to disturb you in
your operations"
Heapparently expected me to make some
reply to this, for he ceased to speak, and
contented himself with staring into my face
| in an ostentatiously offensive manner.
"YOu really have the advantage Of me, "
said. II don't know what You are talk
Ing about"
F'Oh, indeedr' he laughed mOckingly.
''You did not even know what you were
doing when you tried to murder me at
York, suppose"
Don't talk nonsense, sir" replied