The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1888-08-09
THE LOVE OF A DAY.

10 spend your holidays Europe, guess
Not bit of ii, father want to Dc
my own dear land first. Just think of al
there is 70 see here.
1--WE amt fashionable. Jack"
IF you 90 that. sir, all the English
swells consider it correct form. as they
call it. TO run over here | tell you was
heartily ashamed Of myself when that
nice young fellow, Sir Henry Harden
asked my opinion about the distances in
the Yellowstone Park. Twas nearly sneal,
enough 10 pretend TO know, although /
was never within 2 1000 miles of the place
No father, America first say "
Spoken like young American eagle, q"
laughed the elder man, with sparkle in
his eye that indicated the pride that every
true son Of the Stars and Stripes fondles
in his heart S core.
Mr. Mortimorc Weldon is a banker
and a very wealthy one. His word is his
bond, and las dicta among moneycd men
are regarded as law His wife is ono of
those bustling women who toll. and
spin. and scold the maids" as did her
grandmother. Randolph of Virginia. a
hundred Years ago.
There are two children, a daughter,
Mildred, aged II. who is to come out at
the first Patriarchs ball of next season
and Jack, a partner in the bank. aged
20 years.
Jack graduated at Harvard, and was
stroke in the University race He is
triile over six feet, built in proportion,
and the owner OF pair of laughing blue
eyes, and thirtytwo magnificent teeth
that flash beneath his tawny mustacne
Instead of dreading the "dreary drudg
cry of the desk 5 dead wood Jack plunged
into banking with the ardor with which
lie took to boating, and is now not only
his fathers secretary and partner, but his
counselor as well
Jack has never cared for female society.
lie of course attended balls and recep-
tons and every species of entertainment |
that fashionable society exults in, but he
prefers his book and his pipe, his dog and |
his gun, and his spoit sister to all !
the giddy designations of the "madding |
crowd.
1t was a broiling July day of last year |
that this conversation between father and /
son took place, and two weeks later found
Jack Wellden at the Profile house in the
W hitc mountains. on a tramp after the
most approved fashion. He wore a dust
,olored check knickerbOcker suit. with
big CATERS and deerstalkers cap. His
mpcdiuenta, or baggage consisted of a
and alpenstock and field glass
II great power. He was alone. and least
oncly when most alone
4 yalisc laden with conventional gar
ncnts awaited him at such hotels along
rs route as pleased his imperial majesty
o regard in the light of temporary head
uartcrs, for his mother on kissing him
u reyOir uttered these solemn words.
Jack never, never be without your
yeniug dress suit. To-"
Jack had made the Profile house his
eadquarters for week debouching from
10 various romantic passes and notches
lly accessible to those 1.-THE of limb and ,
rawny of muscle. Instead Of Joining in {
ie lawn tennis or the hops he used to sit |
" hours on the piazza, his pipe in his q
outA. watching the corners and goers. b
&c tourists of all sorts and conditions -
lat passed merrily on their way
1t mast DO told, but in the strictest h
niidence, that Jack medtated a book. a
I'd he had even chuckled over the title, a
lack Minus Jill, but fate willed that
e book should remain unwritten.
Jack Wellden was no mere tyro as a
aiker. "A member Of the Athletic club G.
New York, he was fancy man in the W
and in the Westchester Pc. II
strlan club second to none For n WAGER d.
walked from llighbridge to Yonkcrs
"a back within given and what seemed
impossible time, yet lie scored victory
tn several minutes 10 spare. IL
climbing was his delight, and II
be out in the early dawn. up in the II
yer mists that crown the summit Of in
eessible crags, to tho youthful banker ="
IS nearer heaven than anything that
rth could give him
The notches around the Profile mount. nc
are as numerous as they are inaccessi.
;. No mere two weeks holiday young or
IN need attempt them; they mean collar sa
rk from the word go" and take more ca
OF a man than an ascent of the Mat br
horn or Mont Blanc. Jack found the ca
tel crowded from cellar to garrett. but. Ia
'ing had his baggage sent on in ad- IN
ace. the clerk, on account of the expen- all
Q appearance of the solid leather. res
KEEL plated valise. discovered that one la
IN still remained open to the owner.
young Weldon was comfortably
wed away
lis appearance in the dining room ere.
trepior in the heart of one Young DO
Us mamma, certain Mrs Pomrov De
ythe, hailing from the classic REGIONS
Back Bay Boston. aga
Addie, she whispered to her daugh- pia
sit up straight. love, bite YOUR lips
tile. put on an English stare, for see
ng Wcllden, the banker. has arrived. up
he's eligible. you know"
hiss De Smythc most willingly executed
commands Of the general, her mother
as Jack was passing the old lady
w out her graphing irons.
Mr. Wellden, who would have imagined
YOU would DO found in this out Of al
way placer Addie. darling, don't you he
Mr. Wellden? That dear child is such oaz
ner
'ek bowed TO Addie, and after com
place remark was for passing down ane
unoccupied table in remote corner
40 room, bot Mrs. Pomroy DE Smythe a a
ted upon lis taking seat at the oil
facing Addie. and a. consequence =: