The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1889-06-15

naughty severity.
Hugh nodded, good humoredly .Very
well. He Is your son, mother, not mine,
What is it, Robert?" as a servant knock
ed at the door.
"Mr, Lyons cards, sir, For Mrs, Lati-
mer and Miss Frances"
"Hugh's wife is in the parlor, my
dear" Mr., Latimer said. ado not go
down, You need not be bored with
these young people. She will play
duenna,"
"BoredI" Mrs. Latimer groaned rs she
rose. "You use the right word, indeed
But 4 go down young Lyons will not
stay"
The father and son glanced at each
other. dan Lyons Is very worthy,
honorable young fellow, mother" said
Hugh. "He Is reCkoned the strongest
among the young lawyers at our bar"
every probably" said his mother,
with chilly brevity.
Sand really, my dear" ventured her
husband, "there is no bettcr family In
the city than the Lyons, Daniel is not
dependent on his profession. He has
means"
"That may be-"
"And he Is an active member OF ST.
Jude's church" '
Sand what is all this to me2 I am not
curious about his creed or his bank ac-
count"
at is Just this to you, mother, said
Hugh bluntly. "The man has loved
Frances for years, and think she is in
terested in him. There is actually no
objection TO him; yet you persiatently
freeze him out OF the house, Why do
you Dit? It is aQuestion OF life and
happiness with poor little Fan. What
reason have your
Mrs. l.atimer's eyes flashed, but she
controlled herself and was silent for a
minute. Then she said, slowly:
~ simply do not like the man. He Is
not the kind OF person l wish Frances to
marry. 1t is n case OF DR.. Fell, sup.
pose. Your father, when he came to
visit me, was grave and tender and
courteous. This young man Is ilippant;
he is etornally joking and making puns,
The chitter.chatter that goes on between
him and Frances wearies me beyond en.
durance. He is type of the modern
young man, 1 suppose"
Precisely, nanny, and Fan belongs
TO the same generation. After all, II is
for Fan he comes a.wooipg, not you,
You have my father. Dad is perfection,
| know; but We can not all be Ike
hun"
Frances will hardly engage herself to
man who is repugnant to me. l think
that closes tho matter"
ooh, OF course" said Hugh. "Will you
walk down street with me, father2 The
night ia pleasant"
Mrs. Latimer did not 90 down 10 the
parlor when the two men left her. She
perfectly underatood the cold disap'
proval in their faces as they babe her
good night. They think / have no
right to control the lives OF my children"
she said, the bitter tears creeping down
her cheeks. "As it l did not give them
lifel As if l would not pour out my
hearts blood for theml"
1t was not only a question OF love.
Mrs. Latimer knew that her intellect was
stronger than that of any OF her children;
she had age and experience. And yet,
sue ought not to decide and Judge for
them
About II o'clock Fan tapped at her
door and came in, with shy quiet in
her step and movement very unusual In
that gay little Chatterbox. The girls
cheeks, too, were pale and there was a
tender soitness in her dark eyes, very
IWhat is il, Francis?" her mother
said, coldly. "Do you wish to SEQ mel ?"
"0nly Ito say goodnight, mamma"
She kneeled down and put her head in
her mothers lap, looking up, her lips
trembling with the secret she had to
tell. Mrs. Latimer guessed 1t and her
soul filed with a blind rage.
II will not hear it!p she cried To her.
self. ~ will never CONSENT My baby
my little girl, Dan Lyons wilel"
won't you put your arms around me,
mamma? l do so love you tonight ~
whispered Fan with sob.
Mrs. L.atimer patted her as she might
a troublesome cat. "Now jump up, Fran.
Ces, and 20 to bed" she said briSkly.
Fan rose. III wished TO talk little to
you, nanny dear, about"--she said
timidly.
mot now-not nowl 1 have somo'
thing TO think Of; an important busi'
Tomorrow, thon." Fan threw her
arms about her mother and strained her
TO her breast. Mrs. Latimor sat like q
stone; yet she loved her child with a
fiery energy. She was her child; she
had given to her blood and heart and
mind1 Surely she ought to direct her
future life.
When Frances reached the door her
mother said: "Who was here to.nightP
"Clara and Mr.. Lyons, mamma"
"Mr. Lyons remained after Clara had
gone9'
"YeD"-her face blushing radiant,
"Hen-
0Do mot let II occur again. lie Is a
man whose character and manner are
dlstasteiul 10 Inc, Frances. Encourage
no intimacy with him."
EMothorW
"Good night, my dear"
"You must hear me, mother"
tThat will do. I,pish to DO alone"
Tho girl flung out her arms like IN
angry child. ut Is who an alone,
Your drive ME from you, she said, and
left the room,
There was an absolute calm Ii the Lat
liner household for several weeks. Dan,
Lyons revOr came to the house again
and Ills natno was not mentioned even
by tho continually Chatlerlng Clara,
Jerry never spoke again Of the fraternity
nor Of the room which he had planned
He did not, however, bring his frlendI
10 hlB mothers little patlOr, andlaughed
somewhat gfimly when she urged HIN
10 do II.
There's something about boys you
don't understand lac said.
Mrs, Latlmer smiled, AS II woman
Of her keen insight and judgment could
not read those transparent, immature
. minds
J NOblet was engaged by The AOe, ant
! she read with contempt Ills crude, slash
I Ing articles but there was no doubt o
/. hBlE popularity, Everybody Congtatu
4 lated Mr., Lallmer on his brilliant access
1 70 his stat, and the paper tleafl!
, doubled ils subscription list,
Whom Hugh mentioned this fact i
4 Ills nlOthef'g room ono awning Abe B1ll