The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1897-05-25

SAy.5a NM satisfied, especial
x$EX4%N ly with the fact
.,saeyH2&HZ: of its being over.
HSagKA ID 1t had tai n
N-- place at the old
fashioned early
hour, so that the bride and bride
groom and all the guests might be
gone before evening, and Mrs. WAL
lace, the brides grandmother, might
have time to settle down again before
bedtime. She was very vigorous and
plucky old lady, but che admitted
that nj four score years it is we'll to
'aekeep-to regular hours.
ssSswss evening now. Mrs. Wallace
had rctired>to her dressing room, and
the whole house had resumed it's
wonted aspect.
At the drawing-room window stood
Christy Wallace, looking out ut the
lingering sunset, and medituting on
the fact that no one was so thankful
that the wedding was over as herself,
an that for all her thankfuIness life
promised to be a little embarrassing
just for the present. Blanche had been
theresa long, that though the cousins
hal by no means been all-in-all to one
another, they had made part of each
others existence; and as for Harold,
he had been at The House all his life
long, and had run in and out of Mrs.
Wallace's house as if it had been his
own.
There had been q time, before and
after Blanche arrived upon the scene,
when Harold hud como in and out as
Is eSQsty's acknowledged, if not nc
~ 81 lover. Then BIanche's lIvelier
ways att 1eted him, and nobody had
much acC. y %of Christy's prior claim.
Mrs. Walc'2 Ssn had said little, and
though she 2 {. <yised a mnltipiicitu
of brands and oe Supations for ' hey
elder graudchild, she had RETAINED
from petting, or any wordsssof com.
passion-a form of consideration for
which Christy very heartily than&sd
her.
Christy was thinking of all this as
she leaned against the window, and
could not be sorry that the strain of
the lovers presence was removed.
Blanche had behaved very we'll all
through, been ve-y affectionate and
cousinIy, but there was the faintest
suspicion of kindly condescension in
her treatment of the girl whom she
had supplanted. As for Harold, his
bluH good fellowship had been a daily
trial. They were gone, but the re-.
moval of her cross made Christy feel
MS 1T lie would consist of nothing TO
do for some to come.
She looked up the hill to where the
ohimneys OF The House showed be-
tween the trees, and wondered if Mr..
John was experiencing Enything like
her own feelings now that Harold wns
gone and he had the place to himself.
She wondered, too, If now they would
a low him the use Of his surname. or
If he was to be Mr.. John to the end
OF the chapter.
lie had gained the name during his
un IS llfe, and after Mr.. Turton's
des %, Harold, Mr.. Johns half-brother,
hi carried so much tho more impos
iaX presence that the squire still re.
maincd in the background ms Mr..
John. He was quiet and studious. and
II lie had any love for society be re
pressed it, partly from his disinclinn.
tion to DO outshone by his younger
brother partly from his desire to
nebd, n possible, the fallen fortunes
OF BIS little estate. 70 was known
that his uncle had been ambitious that
be should marry money, but Mr.. John
appeared to prefer to save his money
by strict economy. IF he had ever
paid court TO anybody, no and That
person were the only ones that know il.
Harold also would have been pleased
to see him marry money, though he
was generous to him, and though
Harold had a sufficient fortune OF his
Dwn.
Harold hal been much the bi2oer
nan at The House, and Chrlstv bolf
tmiied ct the thought Of Mr. John be-
ing forced by circumstances TO take
iis own place.
The sun was going down now, the
garden lay in a shadow, though the
bright rays still shone on Mr.. Johns
chimneys, and on the roses that clus-
tered over Christy's window. SuI.
denly there was step on the turf.
a1d some ono came leisuroly around
the corner OF the house.
MAY ] come in, Miss Wallace? It.
is lonely up at the house"
IL was Mr.. John himself. and sbe
fastened 10 admit him. 'I was
thinking Of you" she said, land
wondering n We we're to take TO calling
you by your rightful name now that
there is only one Of you.
There has been only ono OF me
All my life long, I think, and that one
has beer Mr John. 10 would be dit.
hc'tlt io iIrn % into anything else.
Mis- Waiiae-."
mot more difficult, should think,