Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1890-08-10

The one man whom the heat was pow
erleSS TO Subdue was Gordon Noel. In
| the most immaculate and becoming cos
tunes of white or straw color that gen
/ ial officer would saunter into the club
at noontidc. looking prOvokingly cool
and comfortable, and, as he expressed
/ it, without having turned hair"
Hot he would say. Call this hot?
/ Why. bless your hearts, fellows, YOU
ought to live i'm Arizona awhile. Cad.
/ I've come in sometimes from scout
through the ella desert ana rushed for
cold cream 10 plaster on my nose and
checks: it would all be melted, of course;
/ but when | clapped it on it would Sizzle
/ like so much lard in a frying-pan. And
down nj Fort Yuma our hens laid hard
/ boiled eggs from June TO October. ."
And then his eyes would twinkle with
/ fun. and he would bury his dark mus
tache in the cracked ice of his julep
with infinite relish.
Il say" Quericd Mr.. Morris. of his
chum, Terry. Jr.. one languid afternoon
after Noel had jauntily strollcd away,
don't you envy Teller who can enjoy
/ life like that?"
"Neyer saw anything like it,, quoth
/ the younger. zone would suppose that
after being slave all mawning in these
beaStly works | ought TO enjoy little
recreation; but can't, YOU know
"Queer ducks, those army fellerS.
Cad. this love making by proxy is what
gets mc-thiS sort of Miles StandiSh
IcourtShip business. She's prettler,
/ though, than the original Priscilla
How do you mcan?" queried young
/ Terry. vaguely. He had been brought
I'D under the thumb of liS elder brother.
and from the outset had been given to
understand that if he expected to share
i'm the profits he must learn the business.
There had been no college for him, and
New England legends were sealed
books.
"Why. | mean that 'twouldn't sur
prise me bit if we had modern YER
sion of the old Why, don't you speak
for yourself, John?' He's with her in
ceSSantly."
"Oh! Miss Vincent your speaking Of.
Her names Mabel. | thought not
what dye call hero
Never mind, Jimmy said Morris,
riSing@ Come and have 4 cigarette
And it was not only in the club. over
their cigars. that men spoke significant
~ of Noel'S attentions to the lovely
daughter of the house of Vincent. 1t
was not the men. indeei, who did the
greater part of the talN. If they no.
ticed and spoke of it what must not the
women have been saying. Noel, quit
ting the hospitabe roo. of Cousin Amos,
had taken rooms down in town, midway |
between the club and the Vincent
homestead, and those two points be-
came the limits of hi; field of action. |
The WithcrS household had gone TO the |
MARYLAND mountains, and the massive |
master of the establishment was treat |
ing himself To a month vacation.
Almost all the pretty girls were gone, |
What more natural than that Nr. Noel |
should so frequently seek the society OF |
the pretteSt of all, even II she were en-
gagged to Frederick Lane. As people said !
She was before he went away? There |
was no monitorial Amos to call him
off. no one TO bid him turn his de-
votions elsewhere; and she herself !
could see no harm, for was not almost |
all his talk of Capt. Lane? Was he not |
his loyal and devoted friend? Inc |
captains letters came every day, and he |
seemed pleased TO know that Noel had |
such pleasant things to say OF him. and
was so attentive-or rather kind, be-
cause it wasn't really on her account
that he came so frequently. To be
sure. Capt. Lane did not say much |
about the matter one way or the other;
and if he saw no harm, if he expressed
no dissatisfaction, who else had any
right to find fault?
Her mother, was the answer that con-
science pricked into her heart quicker
even than she could think. For days
past the good lady's manner toward
Noel had been gaining in distance and
GOODNESS. "She is i'll at ease-worried
about papa" was MabelS attempt at