The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1896-01-18

Russia. He turned and rode furIously
back toward the town.
AS he walked up the gravel path 70
the Thuyer house Il seemed like a castle
10 him. The great gtnfite portico, the
curvlns hight OF stems, the spiendor OF
the glass above the door, all impressed
him with the terrible gulf between his
fortune md hers.
He ,yas met at the door by the girl
from the table He greeted her as his
equal, and said: rs Miss Newell at
homer
The girl smiled with perfect kftowi-
edge and sympathy. She was on his
aide, and she knew, besides. how much
Il meant to have the hired man come In
at the front door
"Ycs, she's at dinner. Won't you
come In. Mr.. Ramsey?"
He entered without further words,
and followed her into the reception
room. which was the most splendid
room he had ever seen. He stood with
his feet upon rug. which was worth
more than his ycnr'S pRy.
"Just take seat here, and I'll an
nounce you" said the girl, who was al
most trembling with engernesS TO ex-
pIOuo ner tOTpeuo OF uuNh.
Don't disturb them; Ill wait"
But she had whissed out of the room.
She had plans OF her own (perhaps re-
venges OF her own). Arthur listened
he could not help II. He heard the girls
clear. distinct voice; the open door con-
Yeyed every word to him.
Its Mr.. Ramsey, ma'am. to see Miss
Newell"
The young mans strained ears heard
the sudden pause on the click of knives
and plates. He OWNED the gasps OF as
constituent which Mrs. Thayer's afst
words Indicated.
Wen, i declare! Now, major, you
see what I told your"
''The plucky young dogi" said SaulIs-
bury, In sincere admiration.
Mrs. Thayer went on: Now, Mr..
Thlyer. this Is the result OF treating
yeur servants as equals.
The major laughed. my dear, you're
little precipitate. 1t may be a mis-
take. The young man may be here TO
tell me one OF the colts Is Sick"
"You don't believe any such thinEi
You heard what the girl said-Look at
Edith There was a sudden pushing
and scraping OF chairs. Arthur rose.
tense terrified. Therewas little furry
OF voices,
Here, give her some wine! The poor
thing! No wonder" there was n slight
Shes all right" said the major
Just a little surprised. that's all"
There was little, inarticulate MUIR
muir from the girl and then another
pause.
said Salisbury,
won't have any Of your scoitlng. I'm
glad there IL some sincerity OF emotion
left in our city girls"
Mrs Thayer broke in; Major. You
so right out there and send that impu-
dent creature away. It's disgrncefulw
Arthur turned cold and hard as n
a murderous slow swell. He held his
breath white the cain, amused voice Of
the major replied:
but see here, my dear, It's none OF
my business. Mr.. Ramsey has a per-
feet right to call"
~ like him. and, besides, rather I'm
aEinc Edith has given him the right to
CALL"
The anger died out OF Arthur's heart
and the warm blood spouted once more
, through his tlngllng body. Tears came
to his eyes and he could have embraced
his defender.
Nothing like consistency" majnh,"
said Salisbury.
Sam, will you be qulet?"
The major went on: I imagine the
whole matter is for Edith to decide.
It's really very simple. Let her send
-. haN oh n
sec him and he'll 30 away-no doubt
of H."
Edith. Just tell Mary to say to Mr..
What g. H is Name"
Again that creeping thrill came into
THE young mans hair. HIS world
seemed balanced on needle point.
Then n chair was pushed back slowly.
There was another little furry. Again
the blood poured over him like splash
OF warm water. leaving him cold and
"Edith." called the nstonlshed.
startled voice OF Mrs. Thayer. What
are you going TO do?"
Tin going to see him." said the girls
firm voice.
There was gbft clappIng of two
pairs of hands.
As she came through the portiers
Edith walked like princess. There
was amazing resolution In her back
flung head. She wore the look of one
who sets sail into unknown seas.
Some way-sOmehOw through n mist
OF light and n blur OF sound, he met her
and the cling OF arms about his neck
moved him TO tears,
No word was uttered until the major
called from the doorway:
"Afr. Ramsey, Mrs. Thayer wants to
know II you won't come and have some
CTIE ENID
"a Midsummer Nights Dream" n
story by Max Nordau, the author OF