Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1897-01-10

General. You will not tell him, dear
Lady Pettigrew?'
"Oh. no! certainly not, with an ex-
tension OF her rigid lips, which repre-
scented a smile. Take your rest, my
dear. I'll send to call you before din
ner."
"She is a cast-rion old cat" thought
her interlocutor, as she stalked out OF
the room. 81 dare say, she is going
straight to tell my guardian. she
doesn't like mel don't like her. So
much the BETTER II she were dear
old thing, l would feel worse than l do.
She rouses my spirit TO carry out our
plans and | want all my courage. l
am more than half afraid of that
nephew. He has such penetrating
eyes, and what a pleasant voice! lie
remembered our meeting in the train
last year. not as FL as | do, am
afraid. How quica he took my hint,
which I could onlyfeive with my eyes,
not to mention it. ! must get MIN on
nv side. | wonder if / dare tell him
our plot? No; it would be wiser not!
Yet | am sure he might be trusted. On!
What fool l am! to let the memory
of two hours talk, two hours inter-
change of looks and ideas, haunt me
for more than twelve months, as 1t has
done. | am unmaidenly, Lady Petit
grew says. Perhaps it is true. Per-
haps. if | see him often, as suppose l
shall do. it may kill the haunting
thought. l suppose he would despise
me. if he knew how his eyes have lived
in my imagination. | am sure de-
spise myself. Yet, after all, l do no
one any wrong, and he began to talk
to me. and seemed rather taken up with
me. That is my conceit. | suppose.
Well. no one shall ever know, that l
can promise myself 1t is very, very
strange. meeting Mr.. Houston here. -
So unused the Generals ward as she
brushed out her thick. nut-brown hair
and then. resting her head on her hand'
her elbow on the table. though in vague
half sad dreamy way. She impatiently
dashed the moisture from her eyes, and
proceeded to unpack her box. and place
her writing materials on a table at the
foot of her bed. There she sat, and wrote
as follows:
Dearest E.: Here | am in the enemys
citadel 1t is rather an alarming position
but l will carry the affair throuGh-don
be afraid Who do you think l found in
my Lady Pettigrews drawing room? The
man 1 Travelled with when l was going 10
YOU last summer who talked so pleasantly
Of his travels and engineering He is
General MacIntyres ncwhew. This seems
dangerous, but 1 think / shall manage 10
keep him quiet. l am just going TO put
on your charming gray tea-gown, with
the pink chiffon frills What mercy 1t
is we are lust Of a height! long TO hear
how YOU are getting on. If l only could
be with YOU tomorrow. Don't write I'LL
can send you word how to address your
letters. for ! am sure her Ladyship Will
read them. She is horrid. The General
is not bad. rather rough, and fancies he
has an iron will, but not unkind. l shall
make love to him. On second thought /
think YOU might send line for me TO
Madame Chlothide's, or leave ii there, for
l think shall get the General to give me
n checuc for her bill, and then ! can go
and pay it, Mr.. Crawley sailed for New
York last Saturday-there is nearly week
gone. but they say he cannot return under
six weeks. so YOU have time enough be-
fore you'll hope he viii be very sick. He
is such an ill-used, miserly 'naygur' as
we call such men in my country. On! l
must stop. Goodbye, you dear thing. /
owe YOU some Of my best days, and / ear
nestly hope 1 am doing you real service.
God send you all happiness in your new
life My love and good wishes to Val. He
ought to be grateful TO me anyway. Ever
your attached X. B.
This she put into an envelope and ad-
dressed it to Miss c., enclosing it in an
other, on which she wrote, Madame Clo-
thilde, 43 Baker street
Then she applied herself TO make care
full toilette. and. before she had quite fin
ished. a neat housemaid came to say that
it was quarter to seven.
"Oh Thank you" said Miss Cathcart;
At am nearly ready. VIII you please post
this for me. One must have some new
clothes when you come to London
The evening passed TRANQUILITY. The
General was rather grumpy; Lady Petit
grew icy and watchful. Miss Cathcart
soothed the former by singing Jock o
Hazeldean" in a charming natural man
ner.