Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1888-12-16
SHE GATHERED HIM IN.
For She Was q Real Chicago Girl, and It
Takes q Very Experienced Man to Get
Away.
Chicago Tribune.

Chicago Tribune.
Have you ever experienced the feeling,
Mr.. McPelicsn,n said the yourg lady
softly, "that some great opportunity was
within your grasp, but you had hardly the
presence of mind, the-the courage, as it
were, to avail yourself of it?'
"Why-er-yes, Mss Quickstep, have
sometimes had kind of feeling as II I'd
been sort of ssnt for and couldn't 90, You
know"
Miss Amanda sighed dreamily and thsre
was q pause, during which the two sat IN
the semi-darksss Of the Quickstep parlor
and exchanged profound silences.
The door opened and Miss Amands'e
elderly female relative looked in.
1.-The book you are looking for, auntie, "
said the young lady, with entire self-pos-
session and some emphasis, lis probably In
the library"
Ire elderly female relative withdrew and
Miss Amanda spoke again in the soft mus
ical, pe1u ,sive voice of trained appli'
cant TOR charity.
'she will not disturb US again, Mr.. Nc
Pelican" :,
she-she wasn't disturbing me any, "
be protested.
And ne eat and looked hslplessly at the
glowing Goals in the CRATE, with the feel
ing that every breath ne drew was NOR
tifyirg and CHASTITY blu0der.
'As you were abont 70 say, Mr. Nc
P, lican, I" resumed the young lady, There
are times when it seemS to all of us that
we must speak what is in our b in ouI
minds"
Yes" vaguely answered the bewildered
youth, and he tried to rene mber when he
had started to say anything of the kind;
"yes, O. course"
"Aud while I am not sure that ought
to listen to you, Mr.. McPelican," she sind,
with downcast eyer, "wbs2you speak to
me in this-in thisI t:ona manner, yet
-
The young man could feel his pulse beat
ing tattoo on the drums of his ears, but ne
sat like a bound by at corn hushing and
said nothing.
"By tie way" exclaimed Miss Amanda
presently, 81 have new book Of engrav'
ings, Mr.. Mcclellan, that / am sure you
will enjoy seeing. 1t is large book, and
you'll have to move your chair-why, GER
tainly, you can sit here with me on the
sofa l never thought of that
The pictures danced before the eyes Of
the young man in blurred, confused I'M
| ages.
Isn't this engraving of the '-ou,tshir
Of Florence Dombey and Walter Gay per
fectly lovely?'
"Wh-which is Waltz" he gasped.
"Thera! Look closer. Don't You see
him?'
"W-who's ne courting?"
You'll have to come closer, Mr. McPel'
lean. l declare though" and she lookec
archly at the trembling youth, II am al
most afraid to let you come any nearer
You look exactly like Walter in the pic,
! ture."
Aud then the arm of that belple ass young
man stole in timid, apologize, sneskiue
way around the waist of the charming
Amanda Quickstep, her head sunk on hit
shoulder, and the book of engravings fell
neglected to the floor.
"Alfred," she said, an hour later, as che
toyed with button on his coat, You
bold boy! How on earth did You evel
muster up the courage to ssk me to be
your wits? You know well enough
never gave you a particle OF encourage
ment"
The young man pstted her condsscend-
iugly on the head, and then spoke proudly
with the voice OF an Ajax defying the
/ Lightning:
when make up my mind to do any
thing Amanda, no obstacle on earth can
stop me-"
innocent young Mr.. Mcclellan!