The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1889-11-30

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ally, she gradually let her voice out Il
ali ia rich beauty, and his blended wit
It, He sung low, listening intently
ALL Mr.. Cook, who Is dazzled nowP
AT last he rose to take his leave, ask
ing and receiving permission to call again
and Mrs, Dayton took up book, threy
II aside, practiced a few moments, an,
stopped when she found she was singini
his song, walked out and returned home
wondering why She could not get "tha
man" out Of her mind.
To say that their future intercours
was pleasant Is dull phrase TO describe
It, Each being bent upon making q con
quest Of the other, their best power
were exerted, their richest tressurerS 0
wit, accomplishment and thought dis
played; and somehow Mr., Cooke began
TO feel ashamed Of his wager, and Mrs
Dayton wished sho had never seen Hor
ace Cooke.
II was one lovely day In early sprinI
that he called to take her to ride, ant
found her sad and dlspihted, Fortunes
would not have made her confess 1t, but
the gay widow was in love,
They were out OF town, driving
through an avenue OF large, splendid
trees, when Mr.. Cooke began 10 talk o!
love, Itroused the widow from her de,
preston to ward the thTusts she felt he
was making at her secret,
"Loyel" ahe said, scorniully. "Bah
A sChoolboy's first passion before he
leaves plnafores Is dignihed with the
name. An old mans doting is called
loveW
"Yet the holiest, highest feeling oil
the heart Of man In his prime Of power
has no higher name, said her compau'
ion.
"Mapln she said, scornfully. "Mau
In his prime Of power I'll tell you
how II Is with men. From the time
they walk to school beside the hoyden-
ish girl until they are 10, they fancy
they are In lovel Every pretty face
calls forth the prOtestatlon OF q passion
you Just tried to dignity. They love
tilty times, and to the tiity.fist flame is
offered the battered, WORKOUT heart as
II 1t were bran new and fresh"
"You wrong u.s." he said, reused in
his turn by the keen satire In her tone
and look, Though each admiration OF
boyhood aud you may call forth a pass
ing feeling, 1t Is evanescent, and passes
like ripple Of deep water. But when
the depths Of these waters are stirred by
the hurricane Of real, earnest, true love
tits no subject for jeers; but II not call
ing for a return II at least merits sym.
patty and comfort" and he let his voice
fall into u low, tender cadence.
Mrs. Dayton telt uncomfortable. The
laughing response which rose to her lips
died there. She longed to tell him her
belief in his doctrine. They were going
slowly, quietly along, each occupied with
his own thoughts when the scream OF q
locomotive startled the horse, and he
dashed forward at full gallop,
There was a rush, a crash, and they
were on the roadside-the horses man.
gled corpse; the carriage thrown yio-
lently back several feet; Mr.. Cooke in.
sensible on tho grass, aud Mrs. Dayton
on the other side Of the road uuinjured.
Mrs. Dayton sat up, and, with a ner.
Vous, hysterical laugh, called her com.
panion'B name. He did not answer.
She went 10 bis side. He was still,
white, insensible, and she thought him
dead, With u wild cry she raised his
head TO her breast, calling his name,
Horace, dear HOrace,n and begging
him to look at her. Then she looked
around for help. There was no house
In sight. Mrs. Dayton was not woman
10 spend many moments In useless grief.
She soon recovered her presence OF
mind. Her vinaigrette full OF salts was
hanging to her belt, and she drew out
the cork aud tried It's effect. Her com.
panion was only stunned, and in a few |
moments he was able 10 feel her hand
On his brow, hear her voice In his ear.
He kept perfectly still, his eyes closed,
and his breathing low. The most deli.
cious ecstasy was holding him quiet.
The low, sweet voice, but which would
never before speak one word OF prefer
ence for him, was now saying:
"HoraCc, dear Horace, speak TO me
once more" Then there fell upon his
face tear.
He family opened his eyes. The next
instant he regretted 1t, for he found his |
head upon the grass, and Mrs, Dayton
at least five feet from him.
"Are you huItP" she said, quietly.
Had he been dreaming2 Was this the
voice that said Horace, dear HoraceP
He sat up. He was not hurt, only |
stunned, and in few moments he stood |
beside her. Her veil was down and he |
could not see her face. "How are we To |
get home" She asked, pointing 10 the |
dead horse and broken carriage. Her
voice trembled now, and the wind blew |
aside her veil, Her eyes bore traces Of |
weeping.
Horace forgot bis wager, forgot their
awkward prediCament, forgot everything
but his love, and be poured II forth In |
broken passionate words. Her heart
throbbed high with ecstasy, for she was
too great an adept ID the art OF filtration
herself not 10 be able TO distinguish the
voice Of real feeling. Yet as he went on
the scene with Mrs. Harrington occurred
10 her and she stitled back the eager wei.
come her heart gave his words and sud,
Coldly:
Enough, enough, Mr.. Cooke. l am
sorry TO cause the loss Of a 81, 900, but
Mrs. Dayton eau not accompany tile
Saratoga party as Mrs. Cooke.h
Stung tothe quick, Horace stood silent
for moment. Then In a low voice he
said:
~ was an impairment fool. Gan you
ever forgive ne?"
"0n one condition" she said, smiling.
Name IT," was the eager reply.
THAT you pay your wager, acknowl.
edge yourself beaten, and do not address
one word Of love to me until we return
from Saratoga"
The first two | agree TO, but the last is
very hard, I" he replied, taking her hand.
"How are we 10 get homer" she said,
abruptly.
1--WE must walk TO the nearest house
and then hire carriage"
Now, ! will not tell YOU reader, what
they said In that long walk, but know
Horace paid hiS wager, declared himself
beaten, and bore the banter OF bis com.
paniOns with great philosophy. How
the last clause was kept know not, but
early In the following fall, Mrs. Dayton
became Mrs. Horace Cooke.
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