Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-10-27
A RUSTIC APOLLO.


81 am tired of trying to get you to I'M
derstand reason" said Mrs. Ayondale,
with icy dignity, to the pouting, angry
girl before her You will carry on that
absurd Irritation with Harry Alton!
Now shall put an end to it,
1T isn't a filtration; we're engagedw
flashed out Ina.
Engaged to a clerk in Allen Drake
bank, when you could be engaged to Al
( len Drake himself / won't let you
make such mistake my dear Ina"
A retort, which was the reverse Of
gentle arose to mas lips, but she set
her teeth and kept silent yowing in
warlly thsI she would never. never give
up Harry-not for a thousand stately.
middle-aged bankers
Il have written to my cousin, Martha
Davis" went on Mrs AvOndale, draw
ing an open letter, which lay on the Ia
bic near, toward her. "She consents TO
receive you for the summer; and per-
| haps a couple of months in dull coun-
try farmhouse may make YOU appreci-
ate the advantages of such an offer as
/ Mr.. Drake has made you. I have had
your packing done. You will start to-
morrow morning"
"TO-mrOrow?'
yes; and early. only regret I can
not see you safe at the farm. but Mar
tina will send somebody TO meet you at
the station, and you will be all right -
But" said Ina. piteously, 81 won't
be able to bid Harry good-by. He
won't know where have gone. What
will he think?"
II doubt if one might find the power
to think anything under that curly hair
/ of his" answered Mrs. AvOndale, scorn-
! fully.
And Ina left the room, too indignant
| to weep.
81 will see him: I will tell him why
and where l am banished," she said to
| herself.
But all attempts to have a message
| conveyed to Harry were frustrated that
day and evening, and it was only when
she was going to the station that she
found an opportunity to slip a note she
had prepared into a letter box: but in
that note she gave her lover her ad-
dress. and besought him to obtain a va
cation. that he might run out to the
neighborhood and comfort her in her
exile.
A moment after she had alishted
from the train at the little station
nearest her destination she was accost-
ed w a CHEEKY voice asking:
Miss Avondale. is it nOt?"
She had been looking up and down
the platform anXiously. and turned
with a start as the words were spoken
at her side.
A handsome, sun-tanned face, with
dark blue eyes and clear-cut mus
tached lips, was before her.
yes" she said, 81 am Ina Avon
dale
A pleasant smile showed under the
brown mustache.
Then permit me to introduce my
self am a sort Of cousin, believe
Gerald Davis. Mother babe me get
you to to the farm as quickly as posi-
bic. She said you would be very tired
after your journey
Il ana little" she answered shyly.
And she followed this handsome new
cousin along the platform. and allowed
him to put her in a uatty little phaeton,
which had little black pony before IT..
Such a pleasant drive as she had
along the dusty highway, that sunlit
| DAY in May-and such bright, breezy
chat with Gerald. who stopped once
and leaped out to gather her a handful
| of delicate wild flowers. which as no
money could purchase in the city
feathery white blossoms, with centers
of pale azure. which bloom for a day if
/ left on the stem. but wither in few
moments when plucked.
Somehow before they reached the
| farmhouse. Ina had forgotten how re-
( luctantlv she made her visit and was
bappv as child. with the fading May
bells on her knee and the reins in her
hands for Gerald was teaching her to
drive.
Mrs. Davis. a stout matrOn, with
cheerful face. gave her q cordial well
come. and carried her Off TO large,
airy bedroom, where she found child
Of 10 or II arranging flowers in vase.
This IS my baby-Hilda," said Mrs.
Davis smilingly.
And Ina. as She kissed the child,
| felt that she would never be lonely
among her relatives. nor miss the
noises of the city while so many birds
sang in the boughs Of the apple tree Of
her window.
How nice they all are she told
! herself. when she was alone in her
chamber that night. "And Gerald is
as handsome as Harry. Poor Harry
how much he viii miss ne. But he
can get excused for week ,and-and
-" She turned on her pillow with
a vawn. Il don't think I'll miss poor
Harry very much. after all was her
last waking thought.
How the days and the weeks flew,
and how happy Ina was in her ban
ishment." rs she had called IL, even
though it was late July before Harry
obtained his vacation. and wrote her
that. having engaged lodgings very
near her cousins, he would at last be
able 20 lessen her Ioneliness-his poor
little badly treated love,
Ina laughed a little and blushed a
| great deal Al she read the letter.
! why. what in the world ails me?'
| she asked blankly. Il don't feel bit