Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1894-09-09
DAUGHTER OF
THB CAVALIERS.
BY MARION V. DORSEY.

The Copleys were spending the winter
In Munich, so that Bert might go on TO
Heidelberg aud Ethel pursue her mu-
steal studies under good masters.
There was another reason, too. THAR
income was not what Ii used to be, and
having decided that sojourn in this
German city was the most economical
plan, they were soon busy settling them
selves in a quaint old house on the Carli-
men, Plate. Margaret found il quite posi-
bic 10 make toe rooms look familiar and
homelike. The same pictures, books
and bric-a'brac were placed as they had
been in the colonial mansion on Mount
Vernon place, IN far away Baltimore,
and II is the household gods, after all,
that reconcile Us TO the inevitable
changes.
1t was for own room that she kept
her fathers portrait, the unopened
brass box bequeathed TO her in his will,
and the musty books, which she alone
found interesting.
Here everything showed age but the
reflection in the toilet mirror. The
windows were draped with the tapestry
brought from England by Sir Lionel
Copey, the first governor Of the prov
ince of Maryland. Over the fireplace,
immed ately under her fathers aristo-
cratic profile, her revolutionary ances-
tors sword was crossed on its scabbard.
A valance of much mended Cluny lace,
the gift Of Queen Anne 10 maid OF
honor, who was OF Margarets name
and lineage, festooned the mantel edge
and on the wall. framed In relics OF
"cherter oak, hung the original grant
for Benny Venture, their homestead 10
Cecil, bearing Lord Baltimore's seal
and signature.
Only 10 such fitting Environments was
this fair descendent OF the cavaliers
content to dream her dreams and see
her visions. aud now they were not al
ways glorifed by vanished greatness;
youth and love were striving for mas
sacrifice the living present to an Grant
generation for the past.
People invariably called Margaret
Copley a distinguished looking girl, and
yet her beauty was far from being that
assertve kind which usually wins
this expression OF admiration.
She was as fine, fragile and pol
ished as one Of her grandsme's
Seyres' teacups, but an annalyti-
cal observer would find himself bsflled
by the resisting power that sometimes
shone in her soft, brown eyes, and was
indicated by her delicately firm chin.
Her full, curved lips, like those OF q
bas.relief, would have laughed TO scorn
the idea that she was classified" She
held herself to be something distinctly
different from all other young women,
in that she was self-styled, progressive,
conservative, and that rara avis, fem
mime antiquarian.
The months passed pleasantly and
quickly while the Copleys were making
acquaintance with the city OF cathe-
drals and palaces, and their daily mail
left them nothing 10 complain OF In
their friends across the sea.
Paul Iarcourt, the good comrads OF
Margaret's childhood, and girlhoOd, had
begun by writing her letters filled with
enthusiasm and for the work he had
planned TO do as scientific specialist
at the ohns Hopkins Hospital, where
he had already won distinguished rec
ognition for the successful operation OF
his advanced ideas In the department OF
clinics. He was intesely, eagerly mod
ern, and held precedent In veneration
only In so far as II gave the clearest
reasons for the infalibility OF It's why
and wherefore.
AS Margaret Copley's absence length.
ened he no longer tried 10 restrain his
pen from gliding into personal illusions
which should convey some intimation OF
the hope no now held dearer than fame.
One day she had been many hours AZ
the Pinacotheca, drinking 10 the beau
ties OF Rafaelle, Rembrandt aud Fra
Bartolomeo, and threw herself. tired
and aimless, upon the lounge 10 her
mothers sitting room, and lay thoro ia
calm enjoyment OF EthePs skilfully eX-
ecuted fantasy. when her rosy checked
maid brought her letter.
There were two for Margaret and
several for her mother, who was return
ing calls
lone from Paul." she said to her
self, with delightful anticipations, land
one from Bert" with much less In
terest
From the next room the melody still
ripped forth, and on the table close be-
side the couch bunch Of Parma violets
breathed an exquisite fragrance which.
with the music and the words OF over.
mastering love on the written page,
blended together 10 a soul subduing
minor trio.
He loves me. He loves me! Do.
dream OF my life" she cried, burying
her face upon her folded arms as II 10
hide from unseeIng eyes It's supreme
exaltatlon. A new glory bad come upon
the earth, the glory that crowns but
the one moment OF hopes fruitiOn.
She knew now that the rich promise,
all the possibilities OF Psui Harcourrs
earnest, noble manhood we're hers 10
share and encourage. She knew now
that achievement and fame were less
dear 10 him than her answering love.
The Chopin fantasy rippied on, from
faintest sounds TO silence.
Presently Ethel came 10 and picked
I'D the paper thatcsme with their mali.
Scanning IL over, che said suddenly:
Here is something that will interest
you, sister. It's about the historical
society. II offers a thousand dollars
for some old records. Margaret, are
you asl eep?"
But no answer.
"Graclousp said Ethel. tiptoeIug
away, 81 thought sue would wake
from the dead IL sny one mentioned old
record.
When her sister was ont OF hearing
Margaret raised herself on her elbow
and reached for the flowers.
can" she said. laying them against