Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-08-14

What is it, Nellie?" asked her
father.
Whether Miss Ablnger cried over the
Mirror that day is not TO Ice known, but
| there were indignant tears In Nelps
eyes as she ran upstairs to her bedroom.
Mr. Meredith took up the paper and
examined ii carefully at the place where
his daughter had torn it in her anger.
What troubled her seemed to be some
/ thing 10 the book notices, and he con-
cluded that Ii must be a cruel ''slating"
/ of novel in one volume called THE
| Scorn Of Scorns." Mr.. Meredith re-
membered that Nell had compelled him
to read that book and say that he liked
/ it.
That's all, )" he said to himself, much
relieved.
He fancied that Nell, being girl, was
distressed 10 see a book she liked called
''the sentimental outpourings OF some
/ silly girl who ought TO confne her
/ writings to copybooks." In a woman so
much excitement :over nothing seemed
quite a natural thing to Mr. Meredith.
I The sex had ceased TO surprise him.
| Having retired from business, Mr.. Mer-
/ edith now did things slowly as good
way of passing the time. He had risen
| 20 wealth from penury, and counted
/ time by his dining-rOom chairs, having
passed through cane, horse hair, a
| leather period before arriving at mo-
/ rocco. Mrs. Meredith counted time by
| the death OF her only son.
1t may be presumed that Nell would
not have locked herself up into her bed
room aud cried and stamped her feet on
an imaginary critic had the Scorn Of
| Scorns" not interested her more than
| her father thought. She sat down TO
/ write note TO Mary. Then she tore
/ 10 up and wrote letter TO Mary's elder
/ brother, beginning with the envelope.
I She tore this up also, as another idea
| came into her head. She nodded sew
eral times 20 herself over this idea, as a
sign that the more she thought OF IL the
| more she liked il. Then, after very
nearly forgetting to touch her eyes
| with something that made them look
less red, she returned to the drawing
room.
'Will," she said, 'have you seen the
new ponies papa gave me on my birth
day?"
WIN leaped to his feet.
Come on, Greybrooke," he cried,
making for the door.
The captain hesitated.
perhaps" said Nell, with glance
40 him, "Mr Greybrooke does not have
much interest in hOrses?'
Doesn't he, just" said Will.
"Why-"
I No" said Greybrooke; "but III wait
here for you, Aibinger."
VIII was staggered. For a moment
the horrible thought passed through his
mind that these girls had got hold Of
/ the captain. Then he remembered.
Come on" he said; "Nell won't
mind"
But Greybrooke had delicious no.
| ton that the young lady wanted to see
him by himself, and VIII had to go TO
/ the stables alone.
Il won't be long," he said to Grey
/ brooke, apOlOgiZing for leaving him
alone with girl. Don't bother him
too much" he whispered to Nell at the
door.
As soon as viii had disappeared Nell
/ turned 10 GreybrOoke.
Mr.. Greybrooke," she said, speaking
rapidly, in a voice so low that it was a
a compliment TO him in Itself, There Is
something should like you to do for
me-"
The captain flushed with pleasure.
There is nothing / wouldn't do for
/ YOU" he stammered.
II want yOu," continued Miss Mere
dlth, with most vindictive look on her
face, "to find out for me who wrote q
book review in t0-day's NtTOr, and to
t0-oh, TO thrash him"
"All right, said the Captain, rising
and looking for his hat.
''Wait minute" said Nell, glaucing
at him admiringly, "the book is called
The Scorn o. ScOrns, and it is written
by-bya friend of mine. IN tO-day's
Mirror IL is called the most horrid
uames-sickly sentimental, not even
grammatical, and all that.
"The cads, >" cried Greybrooke.
But the horribly mean, wicked
thing about it," continued Nell, becOm-
ing more and more indignant as she
told her story, "is that not two months
ago there was review Of the book in
the same paper, which said it was the
most pathetic and thoughtful and clever
tale that had ever been published by an
anonymous authOr."
"It's the lowest thing I ever heard
OF, " said Greybrooke; "6ut these news
paper men are all the same"
mo, they are not, " said Nell, sharp
" Richard Abinger, ESQ., only visible
but they are dreadfully mean, con-
temptible creatures on the MtTror-just
reporters, you know.
Greybrooke nodded though he knew
nothing about IL.
The first review" Nell continued,
appeared on the Sd Of October, and 1
want you to show them both to the edi-
tor aud insist upon knowing the name
of the writer. After that find the wretch
out, and"
And lick him." said the captain.
His face frightened Nell.
"You won't hit him very hard?" she
asked, apDrehenslyely, adding as an
atter-thought, perhaps he is stronger
than YOU"
Greybrooke felt himself in an unfor-
tunate position. He could not boast be-
fore Nell. but he wished very keenly
that VIII was there to boast for him.
Most Of Us have experienced the sensa-
tiOn.
Nell having undertaken to keep VIII
employed until the captains return,
Greybrooke set OF for the Mirror Office
with a look of determination on his
face. He went into two shops, the one
a news-shop, where he bought a copy
OF the paper. In the other he asked for
a thick stick, having remembered that
the cane he carried was better fitted for
swinging in the air than for breaking a
nnvvsnaner mans head. He tried the