Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1891-07-30

full of expression and life, her eyes
were shining, her lips smiling, her voice
was full OF Joy. cts lovely place,
Mrs. Jock. You ought to be a happy
woman-a charming house in Town, a
place like this to fly away to for rest,
hosts Of friends, heaps Of admirers, and
the man of your heart to stand by you
through ALTO say nothing of your
name and your not exactly ugly FACE.
Oh, you lucky little woman, you ought
to be happy"
"Well, / am" returned Mrs. Jock,
quite meekly for her, eff only"
She broke off short and stood looking up
rather wistfully at her tall young friend.
''If -lchat?" asked Miss Nugent,
wondering what more the little woman
could possibly want.
ooh! nothing, nothing; I was only
thinking about something. We will go
In and have our tea. You'll go to the
station to meet Jock and George Lum-
ley, of course?"
'Tll do anything you like, Mrs.
jock" said Miss Nugent easily. Life
seems to me delightfully."- vague and easy
in this out-of-the-world spot; have no
wants, no desires-I am content to let
events occur"
"a very proper frame Of mind to be-
gin visit in little house in the coun-
try. Come, l see Nelson at the window
making signs that tea is ready, let
US 60"
But ten minutes later Mrs. Jock
stirred the fire which burnt in the CRATE
of the pretty drawing-room into a
brighter blaze, and looked up at her
guest.
"You said just now that life was so
easy here. In way 1t is. But when
you have once seen me tearing my hair
and racking my brains to try and get an
idea when none are to be had, you won't
think then that a novelist's life is all
sunshine, or that it's exactly easy to
make rise in the price of pocket
| handkerchiefs. I've known the time"
the little woman went on thoughtfully,
''when Jock has followed me round the
house with an ink-pot, that was when 1
had an idea and couldn't find cool
enough spot to work in. l believe |
| finished writing Filters on the stairs,
that being the only place in the house
where the flies didn't bother me. But
it is not all velvet, assure you, Vere."
81 daresay not. Still would put up
with good many worries to have your
place." We're replied. you don't know
what it is to feel that there is nothing
about you to lift you out Of the ordinary
run of everyday women. 1 feel some
times that l should be entirely happy
and contented if 1 could only act or sing
or write or do anything, instead of liv-
ing on my poor little hundred year,
eking my time out by visits, and wait
ing till someone comes along to marry
me-"
"Vere, what horrible idea" Mrs.
Jock cried.
Eyes, it is, that's why hate it sou
said the girl coolly, ''and it's what nine
girls out of ten sit down to wait for,
only they're not all honest enough to say
so. wouldn't mind work or the worry,
II could only do something"
''But why don't you?"
because 1 haven't got brains enough.
I was born lady, and though I'm not
good looking exactly, I've got chic air,
and 1 make twopenny-ha'-penny frock
look like Bond street confection. Be-
yond that I'm the most ordinary young
person that ever lived, and suppose
that in due course of time I shall meet
my fate and marry, and live the rest Of
my time without an idea or an ambiti on