The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1894-01-02
or The InteHigtncer.
CHANIEEEON.
ARomnnce of the Worlds Fair.
BY ALpHoSsE DE SMITH.
CHAPTER I.

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}Fanchette was one of those sweet,
blithesome spirits to be found only on
the banks of the Ohio. Born underline
shadow Of Wheeling hill, she hadla all
that winsome airy freedom which marks
the fair natives of her favored birth.
liVedsonly for his own Fanchette and
gave his spare moments to lookingforj
dividends on his. mill stock. She was
endowed with all the captivating accom-
plishments and artistic graces that good
credit can buy.
The June roses had blown and fallen,
and warm-tinted August was fast slid
ing into the delusive autumnal month.
of September, when Fanchette set out
for the Worlds Fair. Unlike those
thoughtless oneswho spend their aim
less lives in daly dalliance with infinite.
n~othingness, this idol OF an elect circle.
visited the Dream City with an object
ina view. She needed no guide, no
chairman, no folding chair to guide her
dainty footsteps. Instinct near akin to
intelligence led her straight to the
Florida building. No sooner had this
fair young creature entered the old tort
than there was a stir that bore all the
earmarks of an uprising OF the masses.
Line CnaUlcleOuS 1Sll OfcI ~
a mad frenzy to be attached to the per-
son Of the fair Fanchette.
AS she stood speechless, motionless,
like one in a trance, taking account OF
| the chameleon/stock and coldly calcu-
lating which should be hers,
CHAPTER II.
Ayoung man appeared. Tall,robust,
with chrysanthemum hair and a dark,
flashing aye lie said in a far-away ac-
cent that fell strangely on her West
Virginia ear:
Il beg pardon, miss, u there is
chameleons and chameleons, an know
'em. II you will permit the liberty III
pick out II for you"
Fanchette spoke no word, but the
silence hat fell from herflips was more
eloquent than spoken words. AS she
stood there in all the freshness OF fair
youth she seemed to say, you may
Claude Forrester-for that was the
name OF this scion OF a nobie house
saw Fanchette to her lodgings: 1t was
CHAPTER III.
The months passed. On q bright
crisp winter day Claude Forester
stepped gaily of the street car, dashed
up the steps OF Fanchette's residence
and pushed the Duttou. Ills HeaTC Deat
high with hope. Recollections OF the
Worlds Fair came crowding on him:
| What a meeting there would be! And
oh, the sweet surprise!
A football on the tufted floor, a swish
ing OF a tailor-made gown a la direc-
toire, the parting OF the silken curtains,
and Fanchette stood before him. But
what a change! Was the young girl
mad? Had reason been dethroned
since her return from the golden gloriea
Of the Worlds Fair?
She stood erect, proud, even naughty,
and to his look of love her cold gray
eve flashed back defiance. It was q
moment of suspense. Fanchette spoke
first, for she lived there.
"And so, Claude Forester, you have
come for your answer. You profess to
love me. How have you shown your
affection for me? Bytreating me and
mine with a cold neglect. | have
Il chameleon-oh. false one, too well
you know il. You have written me
tons of letters and in every one of them
have spoken tenderly of my pet. What
il mockery! Marry you! Never!
Never! Never! Go; Claude Forester,
and triAe with another trusting heart.
lean never be your'n. You have sent
me no flies for my chameleon!""