The Clarksburg telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1874-1926, 1893-03-24

WllkSy ~ !, III twilight In
~ NH February, tho
NeEavi u air full Of tho
WV glVl dreary ntnos-
IN newly fallen
snow. the huge
PING .rees Of the northern woods with
ing themselves about like giants Il
sssrsniis, and the Maryviiie stage had
Just come In with two passengers.
Ladies' both of them; one, appar-
entity thirty years old. the other.
scarcely seventeen; and as thew sat
there warming themselves by the no
tel Dire. the landlord touched his wife,s
shoulder. and whispered 10 her. ..Fnr.
riners!r n d =
For there was something in the cut
Of their curious lined draperies. the
shape Of their neat Grape hats, the
very way in which they nnconsciously
carried themselves, which was as for
eign as the Mdrsel,dfse itself, ALTHOUGH
there was no accent in their voices as
they questioned whether any convey
ance from Barnet Hill had been sent 10
meet them. And the landlord was
right; for Genevieve and Genevra Bal,
lace We're the daughters Of American
parentage born in sunny France.
Orphaned and alone, they were COM
ing to America to claim the protection
Of relative OF their mother. cousin
Fred. /" rs they had been taught to cali
him.
do you suppose he will be good TO
usY" Geneva, the dimpled seventeen
year-older, asked, as she sat with her
cheek against Geneyieve's shoulder.
II hope SO, darling.n said the elder.
mo one but q brute could be unlind
to you. e.
b For little golden.haired, rose-lipped
Genesra was one Of those human sun.
beams who take every heart by storm,
and in her deep mourning she looked
even sweeter and more attractive than
her ordinary won't And dark.eyed
Geneyieve, thirteen years older than
her sister, had long ago unselfishiy put
aside her own personality and identi.
.fied herself entirely with the household
pet and beauty.
u wonder II he is cross old crab, u
tpondered Genevra. rs she drank the
tea brought TO her by the landlady, and
basked in the welcome warmth Of the
blazing logs, ''or whimsical old
bachelor, full Of caprices. Oh, Gene.
We've! Don't you dread to meet himP',
r. Genevieve smiled.
Little one" said she. don't fret
Whatever happens. we shall be togeth-
! er. and
But, just then. the landlord came
sbustling in.
The double sleigh from Barnet Hill.
ladies'" he said, rubbing his hands.
And Mr.. Barnet himself has come
Close on the landlords words came
Mr. Barnet, of Barnet Hill, tall.
handsome man of about thirty, with
abright-brown hair clustering over a
noble forehead, keen, black eyes and
features clear and perfect as those Of
the Apollo Belvidere.
"Are these my cousins?r he said,
pleasantly You are welcome to
Barnet, Genevieve and Genevra"
Instinctively, little Genevra put her
hand TO her disheveled curls. Had she
expected to see anyone buta wrinkled,
old sexagenarian, she would have taken
more pains with her toilet. But Gene
We've rose and smilingly put her hand
into the extended palm OF her cousin.
! 1t was q long, snowy drive to Barnet
Hill, but Genevra declared, joyous!y,
that 1t was worth It all. when they
were ushered into the great old-fash-
Toned drawing-room with its blazing
scannel-coal fires, It's yellow-satin cur
tains and the moss-soft carpet on which
the football made no sound.
4 DO you know, said Cousin Fred,
laughing, that was expecting to
see two little schoolgirls in short
frocks and thick boots2'
And do you know. retorted Gem
ezra. that our minds were fully pre-
pared to behold a rheumatic old gem
tleman with crutch?'
And in fifteen minutes they were on
the footing OF old friends,
But they had scarcely lived six
months at Barnet Hill before the inev-
table little cloud like mans handn
arose on their atmosphere.
'Genevieve," said Mr.. Barnet, rather
grayely, one day, ~ wish yon would
warn dear little Gypsy against that
Capt Allaire. He's pleasant, amua-
ing fellow, know; but he's scarcely
the person should selectfor any girls
husband :"
"Yes, Cousin Fred, will speak TO
her. said Genevieve, sighting softly, as
she wondered what spell Genevra pos
sessed to win all hearts 10 herself, from
stately Cousin Fred to the handsome,
dashing young captain of artillery.
"But have you reasoned with her on
the subject?''
..Half a dozen times. said Barnet
.But she only laughs at me.
Genevieve was silent She wondered
If popular rumor was correct, and
Frederic Barnet really did love little
Genevra SO hopelessly, so dearly.
Genevra came home late that even
ing in the rosy sunset, with scarlet
wild flowers in her hair
81 have been to the village, : she
said, with Capt. Allaire."
.oh. Genevrair pleaded the elder sis
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