The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1890-09-06

A week later I arrived at the maternal
abode, and I will spare you a recital OF
the CALCULATIONS, tho "What! You?
George! Why! So soon 2" which greet
ed the as oon as l appeared. My
mother nearly st!ned me- with her EN-.
brace, and was sure that something
dreadful had happened to me, and I had
great difficulty 10 resssuro her. When
she had grown calm, I said in Us indif-
ferent a tone as possible:
"Will you have my yalise sent to my
room, mother dcar2'
certainly, my son; you must be
tired out" she answered. Then sum-
moning q servant, she said, "Take nv
sons baggage 10 the blue room, Pierre.h
"Iou NEAR the green ROOM" Iadded,
mo, the blue room," persisted my
mother.
"But the green room is my room."
1T was yours once, George" she said,
smiliugly.
"And whose is it now?" I asked in
surprise, and my mother pointed to the
door, saying merrily:
"Here comes the present OCCUPANT"
"Gabriells!" ! cried, going TO meet
my cousin, the loyeliest and mort charm.
ing of girls, with abundant blonde hair,
eyes rs blue as heaven, a smile OF child.
ish innocence, and teeth like pearls. It
was she, Of all persons, who was occu-
plying the g.een room, and who, no
doubt, had lausuoked the, drawers and
cupboards.
Unfortunate, thrice unfortunate man
that I was!
Gabrielle, gay, %artless, and coniding,
though q trllle shy, gave me her hand,
looking delicious as abe said:
How do you do, cousin George?"
My face must have betrayed my con.
fusion as ! took her hand, and looked
s%ealcbinSly for some sign Of dissimu.
la,ion in her soft eyes. Had she found
the letters, had she read them? To tell
tho truth Mrs. - had loved me
ardeutly, and had been 80 imprudent as
to express her septiments in writing,
running tho gafnut OF obs and abs with
with plentiful EXPLANATIONS points at.
tached thereto. And suppose little
Gabrielle had read them-I bluahed at
the thought
But quite cslrly she said "how do
you do, cousin Georgc"-that was ali,
and in my great palm lay q soft, cool,
maidenly little hand.
All, but what abyss is deeper than a
woman's heart, as the Psalmist says
suppose shc had read the lettersI The
only way to make sure was to 20 into
the room aud look for them. Gabrielle't
room? What sweet melody in the
words, yet l felt that I dared not to en-
ter that sanctuary, although ! had known
my cousin since she was q child.
"Come, George, and see how prettily
I have arranged your room," she sait
joy, biiss, costaoy allied mo as sht
spoke; l was saved. Innocence hat
come TO the rescue OF deprayityi
Lightly and gracefully she ran up tn
staircase; what a pretty figure she had
l followed her Ikea culprit; feeling al
most afraid to 70, but yet, ! must Of 81
haEards get my letters.
MY FORMER room WAS perfectly charm
ing, decked out in blue and white, an,
with no odor Of cigars any where. Til
little bed was modestly draped wit
snowy curtains which looked Ike tn
wing9 of guardian angels. / locke
round anxlously for tho old chifonier
there 1t stood us usual.
"May ! have come water, Cousi
Gabrielle? ! am dying from thirst"
: said.
She took up the paraae, hut ], artfr
demon, had already observed that
was empty.
WYATT a minute. will get you som
. water" she said. and left the room,
y rushed to the c%hidonier and opene
|: the drawer-horror 1t was empty!
: The next instant my cousin returne,
:. gave me a glass 'ot water, then shove
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