The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1893-02-11

Lady Carsland admitted. "such girl
Will be subject TO many temptations
dare say. You must look after her.
"0i course, your ladyship. But am
told that she ia q very worthy young
woman, with ideas above her class.
wish you would let me introduce you
to her-if you will pardon my presum-
ing so much upon your good nature"
Lady Carsland graciously assented,
and Salome was made known to her
iadyship and her iadyship's daughter
Their cOndescension was OF sufficient
| ly marked character to irritate the
over-wrought girl, and, despite icy
batteries OF the Carslands and the i'm
portunity of the kind cleric, she de-
clined 10 be persuaded to sing again
Just then, alleging that she felt too ner'
vous to face the audience again.
Salome stole back to her seat as
quickly as she could do without appar-
eat discourtesy; and shortly afterwards,
when q lanky, red haired daughter OF a
local solicitor was telling in squeaky
treble how she adored someone, she
arose from her place and left the school
room.
"Where are yo' goin', Salome?"
The White Gypsy paused with her
fingers on the latch OF the schoolyNrd
gate, and, turning ere she answered,
faced the brawny young collier, Hugh
Eastwood.
81 am going home" she said, quietly,
ALREADY! Why, there's to BIO dane
in soon-when tn entertainments
DER"
"Yes, l know, Hugh, but l don't care
to stay for that"
"But yo' are on tn programme for
another song, Salome."
~ don't mean to sing III" she ex-
claimed, resolptely.
~ hatwilt parson sey? he answered,
his wonderment evident in his voice.
"Ah think yo'd better stop, Salome."
II cannot, and won't try, no matter
what the vicar thinks or says. | was
too much upset by that one song to
ever attempt to sing again before such
q lot OF people"
'But / hope yo' will. Yore singin'
was splendid, Salome. Why, lass, there's
a fortin in yore voice ii yo' only knowed
it."
She smiled in pleasant way at his
warm works OF approval, and after q
moments silence said in persuasive
tone
You might do me favor, Hugh"
"What is it~
"You might go back and tell Mr.. Nal.
lison that have gone home because |
felt too much afraid OF singing again"
"Ah'l 60 an tell him, Salome. But
will yo' wait till all come back"
~ will wait here"
"You're sure you won't go back into
tho school, Salome"
"Quite certain"
await minute, then"
He strobe away, and she event through
the gate and paced up and down the
quiet lane in front OF the school. Pre-
sentlyshe saw her messenger returning,
and as she met him she said
you told him?"
"Yes, an he seemed vexed too"
"Thankyou Hugh, lam much obliged.
/ will 90 now. Good night.
liam goin' too Salome. There's moth
in here for me i yo' are goin'," he
cried, quickly. III yo' will let me ah'll
walk back to tn village wi yo'.p
The girl did not care very much for
the young pitman's company at that
moment, or at any other time even, but
it was difficult to refuse his company,
and she muttered some words OF assent.
So together they went along the dim,
lampless country road, exchanging re-
marks on topics OF local importance
only.
Salome did not notice at irst that she
had to keep up the conversation or that
his replies 10 her queries and state.
ments were disconnected, incoherent
and at times almost inaudible At
length she noticed that her companion
appeared to be both agitated and pro.
occupied. What was the matter with
him?
Even as that question filled her
thoughts her brain supplied the answer.
In sudden flash OF recollection she re-
membered the words that Nell Cromp-
ton had spoken to her that morning
they went blackberrying. Was it true
as had been limited, that Hugh was in
love with her? She was sorry now she
had permitted him to leave the school
and accompany her home.
"salomeW
There was question in the tone in
which he uttered her name and she
turned her face TO him in mute answer.
"Ah've wanted TO talk to yo' for q
lung tahme, Salome."
"What about, Hugh 2" she responded,
speaking in q matter-of-fact voice, al
though ahe was in fear now OF what was
coming.
"Yo'rscl. All lahke yo' very much,
and ah wish yo'd keep company wi me.
If yo' will ah'll sign teetotal, DO steady
do everythin' to
"It'simpossible, Hughl You mustn't
think Of such a thingW she burst out.
"Yo' don't care for me-" he asked,
huskily.
mot in that way. 1 like you very
much, but not-not-"
"As n sweetheart" he interpolated,
quickly
THAT is the truth, Hugh. am sorry
when hear OF your getting drunk aud
neglecting your work, but cannot
keep company with you.
"Why%
Because l don'tlove you. There!
am sorry, but 1t is better to tell you the
truth, isn't it2"
"P'raps it isw was Eastwood'a sudden
reply. ''It ah we're summot better than
a poor ignorant coaler it would bedllEer.
emit"
mo, it wouldn't, Hugh. II / liked
you shouldn't care what you we're"
"rhon it must beboCouse o. that there
big swell who's been after yo'."
"Mr. CunlifeW
''He may ca hissel by that name to
yo', Salome," he said, with shut teeth.
rs II not his namo2 What do you
| knnN Of him2 Ii Won knnN nnuLhinr