The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1895-05-06


DO you know, whom | frat saw you !
thought You wore a girl" said he. Thoy
woro both watching tho river down DO.
low them as It awirlol through the
wooden bridge on which they were
standing, but now sho turned hor head
slightly. glanced toward him for mo.
ment and laughed.
boy7" -
At this no laughed, too, and, catching
her hand, hold 1t iondly between both
You know what Imean-that never
drcamt OF your having been married.
on look so young-so tondor."
Like, tho Boy liillee! We'll, II you
had dreamt"- =
"Oh, no; |, would have been Just the
same lilo took his hand from hers
only to slip it around hur slender shoul,
"Doyou know" said he, "a woman
long ago told mo that b
"A woman! What woman ~ Sbo
shrnnk a little from him and this
seemed TO delight him; jealousy lies in
tho germs OF love. lilo resisted hor at.
tempt at withdrawal from him, brought
nor closer TO him with an actual force
that declared the man. F
Nobody | cared for" said no. at
wasn't that's OF person. Glare! You
know | never knew what love waa ill |
mot you. You do know that" She
madc the littlo soft sound OF assent tina,
We all know, and that none OF US can
spell. nodding hcr lovely head at him
the while. "Shc was cousin OF mino,
an elderly person-a widow. by the way,
like YOU" She nodded again, but her
smile faded. "oh !"-breakiug oir-''i,'s
absurd to think OF you as widow-a
little girl like you, You're too young
Tor the part" -
"Twenty.four 10 not so very young.
One can play many parts before that"
"Stil!, you don't look 1t, you SEQ /?
Eighteen would be nearer tho mark"
Even so there have been widows at
eighteen-iucky beings"
Don't talk like that; l can't bear it.
You mus. have been"-
"Now.' with sudden return oilight.
hear,edness, don't you talk like that;
| can't bearit. My past is'past There
letit lie. You know we agreed never to
mention 1t. Now. 90 on and tell mo
what your cousin, who l hope was o.
derby, once told YOU"
swell, she always said she believed
tho world was full OF separated pairs,
and that sometime, they came together
in the paths Of life, and then were
happy; but that too often they did not
meet, and so lost all the flavor oil living.
Well, We" looking at her with passion
ate tenderness in his eyes," are two Of
the happy ones. Eh?'
His young, strong, charming face is
looking down into hers, rs il seeking an
answer that he already knew. Into
hers, which was always beautiful, but
now glorious with the light OF love
she had never dreamt OF knowing until
until, having been crushed by fate.
and driven pas. all endurance, she had
taken the matter into her own hands
had thrown up the world in which she
was sitting. her people. whom many u
day she had. in the height OF her mis-
cry, prayed God TO confound-and run
away here TO this little German village
to bury herself forever. if possible.
Then i. seemed quite possible; it seems
so even now.
Tho only one she could have trusted
in her trouble was her brother, Sir
Ralph Brooke, but he was in India, and
that is far cry. He might have come
home; he would. she thought. but in
all probability his coming would have
ruined his prospects,, and perhaps, after
all, he would have recommended peace,
whore no peace was. She had one other
friend, cousin, who happened TO be
junior partner in the bank in which
her own private fortune was deposited,
and who could remit TO her from time
to time her money, as she desired it.
For six months she dwclt on the
thought OF flight, and then took it.
There was little outcry in her world
at first, but no one took any strenuous
measures to find her. Her brother in
India was written to. and lawyer con.
suited. For the rest, her people
shrugged their shoulders and said poor
Clare was always little odd, you know.
almost impossible, in some ways, and
so on. There had been no pursuit, and
poor Clarc-Alrs. Allingham-had
found herself one evening in this little
unirequen,cd German village, and.
hailing it as village OF refuge. had
folded her tent and stayed there.
And hero she had met him. The
place was small, out OF the way. and
only now and then people dropped in
to stay day or 80. week or so at most.
Godfrey Carlton had como for the ''day
or So" but It was now three weeks
since his arrival. He was his own mas.
ter, and having no regular homo any
whore, was idling about the continent,
taking his journey to Constantinoplo-
where business matters would require
him in month or six weeks-by slow
degrees. Here he and thia strange,
sweet girl, whom at first It seemed i'm
possible to believe, not only wife. but
a widow, had met, had looked, and then
had loved.
This little wayside inn was an ideal
place for lovers, with its veranda GOV.
cred with dainty creepers, aud its allow.
ly rushing river At the end Of its, and
its garden, quaint. sweet, natural.
Just now, besides Mrs. Allingham
and Carlton, there were only thrco other
people-a small, fair girl. with an in
valid mother. more OF n hypochrondriac,
perhaps. than anything else, and a
young man. These three seemed to be
OF one party. and that tho girl was, in a
way, engaged to tho man seemed prob.
able. Mrs. Allingham had held herself
little alooi from them, but something
in tho girls charm, something OF tho
natural desire for companionship with
ones own sex, had mado hor in way
frionbIv with har