Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-01-17

Only. one or other of us must nave
some. and I'll make plenty, if | can put
GET a start. Fancy coming home alter
the day to the caresses OF such
woman-a real. live woman, with wiz
of her own and a bright fancy. u
distracting to think of it. l must 90
and interview Boyd and Briggs AGAIN
and see what chance there is OF that
apDointment in Hungary they hlnIeG
N They have the contract. l hau
better clear out and get to work; put
meantime. Ella will be in my hands LOT
two or three heavenly weeks, ana, cost
what it may. l will enjoy thm. Ella.
that name doesn't seem TO SUIT her one
bit-tbere is no character in 1t. Here
he found himself in the Kilburn Read,
and the rattle Of an approaching ON
minus brought him back from dream
land
The DAYS anticipated by Jim Hous-
TON were to the full, as delightful IS
he afternoons devoted 10
galleries. and even short eXcurs. ons 10
such places as Hampton Court VIM
sor Hatfield, etc, which incluueu nue.
dinners. which were elysium DahqueIs
to Houston, and which Miss Cathcart
was by no means too depressed 10 en-
iov. Then the evenings were occu-
MED nv the theatres, concerts ana the
"Colinderies." then in full swing. a
close intimacy grew up between the
two young people. Miss Cathcart
seemed to drop quite naturally INTO
calling Houston Jim, while he stroVe
gallantly. and he fattered himself sue
cessfully. not TO make love TO his cap
tivating companion, unconscious that
his ewes. his voice, his smile, were a
nernetual expression Of love that could
not be repressed.
cts all vera weeI," said Lady Pet
tigrew one evening, as she ana the
General sat alone waiting the return Oh
the wanderers from the theatre, but
Won are not so prudent as you might
he It's not wise to let two young
creatures ramble about day after day,
ave and night after night. l can see
the moor laddie is far gone. lie mas
neither ewes nor ears for anything put
that grille. Suppose she refuses him,
and sticks to the painter man!
"She won't! She'll marry jim. The
best weapon of attack man can have
with a woman, is to be heartily IN love
with her. He is that, and l am not sur
prised at it. I'd have been in love my
self. aye, and been an old shackeled
encountered grandfather, If l had met
anyone like her in the long ago.
Instead of which, you are just an
amid fule'," Quoth Lady Pettigrew.
Il am. maybe ignorant of the world,
but there's something about the girl
I cannot understand. Why, doesn't
she care to go to dances and the like?
It's not natural. When the Honorable
Mrs. Macilvane offered to take her to
the Countess of Auchternuchty grand
ball. she said she had no heart for
geyeties. but she'll gallivant all day
and every day with yOn lad o ours.
| misdoubt me- but that Ella Cathcart
is lust a heartless lirt.
shes none the worse of being a flrt.
Once she is settled with man o her
own. and weans O. her own, she'll be
loving an true.
"Weel. weel, She's got to the right
side of you. Sandy. my man. It's ten
o'clock and more. IN just sang away
to my bed. Yen may wait, if YOU like.
III just finish this paper on The
Agricultural Outlook and follow your
example" returned her brother.
This he did sooner than he expected,
for before a quarter Of an hour was
over he found his nose nearly in his
book. He therefore closed his vol
ume. and assembled to his bedroom.
Half an hour after. a hanson drew
up at the garden gate. from which Miss
Cathcart, with most becoming man
tilla arrangement Of white lace over
her head, was assisted by the faithful