The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1888-12-08
you. Miss cressy," he added boldly 81
don't wonder at IT,"

VAS, the lazy BWeelDtsS VI HCI llIOAh-
ion, and the delicate refinement OF her
ace more than atoned for it. 1t was I'M
and picturesque rs her
greatness. So at least thought Mr.. Sta
cey, and it embOldened him to further
gallantry.
"WelI, Miss Cresy, MS my business
with your father to-day was to try to et-
feet a compromise OF his boundary
claims, perhaps you might accept my
services in your own behalf"
(Which means" responded the young
lady pertly, "the same thing to me as to
Paw. Notrespassers but yourself. Thank
you, sir" She twirled lightly on her
heel and dropped him that exaggerated
courtesy known to the school children
as a Cheese" It permitted in its pro-
Eress the glimpse of pretty little slip
per which completed his subjugation.
"Well, Il it's only fair compromise"
he began laughingly.
"COmprOmise means somebody giving
up. Whois it?n she asked.
The infatuated Stacey had reached the
point OF thinking this repartce If posi-
bic more killing than his own.
"Ha! That's for Miss Greasy to say,
But the young lady leaning back
against the Intel with the comfortable
ease OF being irresponsibly diverted,
sagely pointed out that that was the
function OF the arbitrator
"Ah, well, suppose we begin by Civ.
ing up Seth Davis, eli? You see that
Pm pretty well posted. Miss Greasy"
"You alarm me-" said Greasy, sweetly.
"But I reckon he had given up"
ale was in the running that night NJ
the ball. Looked half savage while l.
was dancing with you. Wanted to see
me-"
"Poor Seth! And he nsedto be SO par
ticular in his food, " saidlthe,witty Greasy:
Mr.. Stacey was Convulsed. And
there's Mr.. Dabney-Uncle Ben" he
continued, "eh? Very quiet but very sly.
A dark horse. eh? Pretends to take les
sons for the sake of being near some one,
chi Would he were boy again because
somebody else is giri?"a
al should be frightened OF you II you
lived here ALWAYS" returned Greasy
with inyincible ndirc!c; "but perhaps
then YOU wouldn't know so much"
Stacey simply accepted this as a com-
pliment. "And there's Masters" he
said insinuatingly.
"Not Joe?" said Cressv with low
laugh, turning her eyes to the door.
Eyes" said Stacey with quick un'
easy smile. "Ah! see we mustn't drop
him, Is he out there?" he added trying
TO follow the direction OF her eyes.
But the Young girl kept her face stu.
diously ayerLcd. SIS that all p she ask
ed after pause.
"Well-there's that solemn school
master who cut me out OF the waltz with
vou-that Mr.. Ford"
Had Inc been n perfectly cool and i'm
partial observer he would,have seen the
slight tremor cross Cressy's soft eyelids
even in profile followed by that momen'
tarv arrest OF her whole face, mouth,
',implps and eyes, which had ovcrtaker
II The night the master entered the ball
room. But he was neither, and it passed
uuickly and unnotiCed. Her usual 1.-the
int larguid play OF expression aud color
came back and she turned her head
lazily toward tho speaker. There's paw
coming, suppose you wouldn't mind
giving me u sample Of your style OF ar
bitrating With hin, before you try iton
me?"
Certainly not" said Stacey. Gy nc
means displeased at the prospect OF nay
ing 70 pretty and lnlenisent = witness ~ /
the daughter, Of what ne oeieT ; w I;In
form an ATTRACTIVE lIspIay Oh ms utpio'
matte skill and graciousHesS TO the iather
Don't go away. I've GOT nMhthG 20 say
Miss Cressy could not unders'ahu a"d
answer" :. A., .,.,,,,
The jlngIlng oil spurs, anu Iile s ,i!tS
OF Mckinstry ana ms si!3t gun in.lIiiS ga ~
this moment DetSesh me speaker " al'
Cressy spared her inc IeeetsIty VI u ~,
ply. McKinstry cast ah uneasy g"nte
around the apartment ana nDt seeing
Mrs. Mckinstry looked reviewed, anu
even the deep traces OF inc i0ss oi
valuable steer that morning. Pattly iaIgo
from his Indian red compressor. ne
placed his shotgun carefully IN Tue cor
ner, took his soft iclt hat IRON MS heaU
folded it and put 1t III one o! me caPgel'
GUS pockets OF his jacket, turne1 % nis
Daughter, ana laying n's In". niH naLu
familiarIy on. her shoulder, sa'u eFaVely'
without looRins ~ STACEY
"what might the etFanger be wantin',
Cress?'
"Perhaps I'd better answer that my
self" said Stacey briskly. "l'm acting
for Benham s& Co., OF San Francisco,
who have bought the Spanish title to
part Of this property. T."
"Stop there!" said McKinstry, in a
voice dull but distinct. tiO took his
hat from his pocket, put it on, walked to
the corner and took up his gun, looked
at Stacey for the first time with narcotic
ewes TINT seemed to drowsily absorb his
slight figure, then put the gun back half
contemptuously, AMI with wave OF his
hand towards the door, said: "We'll
settle this yer outside. Cress, you stop
in here. There's mans talk goin' on"
"But, Paw" said Cressy, laying her
hand lnnguidly on her fGther's sleeve
without the least change OF color or
amused expression. This gentleman
has come over here on compromise.
"on = which," said McKinstry,
Vlancinp scornfully out OF the door for