Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-10-30

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with victor bays. They plucked them
only t'other day across the river on the
ramparts OF Fort Clinton and Montgom-
cry. When Jack Burgoyne sends down
his bunch OF laurel from Saratoga the
whole are to be tied up in one big bon-
Quet and dispatched to tickle the nose
aud the heart Of Farmer George at
Windsor castle.
Sir Henry Clinton-no less-Cesar
| ipSe-hands in the grand hostess and
takes his seat at her right. How jolly
| he looks, the fat little man! How his
round face shines, aud his proturburant
nose begins 10 glow with inhaling the
steam of the feast.
~ must have you on my left, Ad-
miral, says the hostess TO hearty
/ gentleman in naval uniform,
Thank you for my promotion, mad
am" rejoins Commodore Hotham, drop
ping into his place.
At the head of her table, then, sits
| Lady Brothertoft, proud and handsome,
| fianked by the two chiefs. And down
on either side the guests dispose them
selves in beIaureled vista.
Major Kerr takes the foot of the table.
| He carves well for everybody and best
| for himself. Two spoonluls of sauce
/ blanche float his choice portion OF the
! Albany beef. The liver cha the turkey
/ he accepts as carver's perq6Stes. And
| when he comes TO cut the saddle OF veni-
son plenty of delicate little scraps quite
| too small to offer to others find their
way TO his plate.
Lucy is at his right. What? in high
| spirits? in gay colOrs? Has she so soon
| become a hypocrite and conspratress?
/ Why, the little diSsemOer laughs mer-
/ rily and firts audaciously! Laughs mer-
| rily! All. there are bitter tears just be-
meath that laugh! If you call tolerating
/ compliments from that young captain
! al her right flirting, then she is flirting
and so cOnceais her disgust OF her be-
\ trothed.
And who is that young captain? He
/ stole into the chair at LuCy's right and
/ began 20 talk sentiment before he had
had his soup. Who is this fine gentle
! man OF twenty-six, with the oval face,
| the regular features, the slightly super
| ciious mouth, the dimpled chin, the
/ hair so carefully powdered and Queued?
| WHO'S this elegant petit maitre? with
what studied gesture he airs his rutlles.
| How fluently he rattles! How easily he
improyises jIuElel He quotes French
as if iJ were his mother tongue. lie
| smiles and signs like an accomplished
| lady killer. Who is be?
Major limerick, OF the Hessian Chas-
/ seurs, looks across the table at this gay
/ rattle and then whispers to his own
ueighbor, Lord Rawdon, Zee Dat dab
| maggaroni, ChaCk Autre; how he bake
| lubb TO de breddy Lucie! Bsjor Gurr
| will bide of his 'ead breddy sood.'
"kerr mag glover and look ike R
| canni6al," RawdOn returned, in wins
ger, "5ut he will not eat Jack Andres
head so long as there's any OF the Venl-
son left"
~ dinked Chack was id Bedsylvadia
/ or Cherzey," says Limerick, wiping that
| enormous muStache OF his---a coarse
/ Hessian article, planted like bushy
! a0attis before his mouth.
He was" replied Rawdon, "and l
| don't see now be has been able 10 get
| here 50 soon, unless THAI is his eidolon,
! his wrath and moves like ghost IN
/ Hamlet. suppose he heard that Kerr
I
| there would be an 2djuJgHcy looking FOR
| an adiuJant and has posted up to ouer
/ himself He didn't know l was TO nave
| it. Jack Is in too much hurry to be
| great man. His vanity will get him into
! q scrape some Of these days"
| Captain Andre whispered soft moth
ings to Lucy. And though Kerr glow
/ cred truculently, she listened, much to
! the amusement Of limerick and Rawdon.
/ Lucky, perhaps, for the daughter, that
mamma. at the head OF the table, did
not detect this byplay. She might have
| scented revolt and FASTENED the mar
riage. An hour would have brought
| the Tartar's chaplain; five minutes
would nave clothed him in his limp sur
Mice. aud in five more Lucy, still
: ouelled by the old tyranny, would have
| Stammered Glove, honor and obey
| and die"
She was not always very attentive TO
/ her butterfly companion.
Sometimes she bend forward and
/ looked at her mother, sitting in all her
| glory between army and navy, and the
/ daughters cheeks burned with shame.
| She longed to fly away from all this
/ sulendor, sOmewhither where she could
! dwell innoceotly and weep away the in
! finite sorrow in her gentle heart. II
/ she had not been too bewildered by her
| thrOar of battling hopes and fears with
/ in. br the clatter of the feast and Jack
! Andres mischianza Of gossip and COM
pliment, her notions Of right and wrong,
| of crime and punishment, would have
! become sadly confused
Questions did indeed drift across her
mind
II do not succeed in entertaining you,
fair Iadv." SAYS Andre. Your thoughts
are all for that happy fellow beside
YOU" and he looked with little sheer
| toward Kerr, who was applying 10 bot
| tie for the boon Of Wit.
A feeling Of utter despair came over
! moor Lucy, as she turned involuntarliy
! and also glanced at the animal Then
! she drew away Indignantly from the
man who had put this little stab into
her heart.
Are there no gentlemen in the
worldP" she thought. do men dare to
speak so and look so at other young
| iadies?"
"Loog ad de breddy meess," says
limerick, holding wine glass before
his bushy abatiS as cover. 'Zhe is
nod babbie wild Chack nor wild Gurr!"
"A dozen fellows" Rawdon rejoined,
! behind his glass, cot better blood than
! Jscl and better hearts than Kerr would
have cut in there long ago. The daugh-
ter is as sweet and pure as lily. But
! who dares marry such mother-in-'aw?'
and ne shrugged his shoulders express
sively toward the hostess.