The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1898-06-11

I3'ffYou've been abroad. Only people who
travel have houses that look like this"
4 have been In every country thar
ever heard Of" John Weston replied.
smiling, Now Just roam around and
make yourselves at home j'a7
One of the girls wandered away, but
the other sat down and fixed her bright
ayes, on the erect old man before her.
5!....Well. what Is II, my child?" he asked
Twill YOU think am very rude IL
ask you something's"
mo- indeed; you may ask me any,
thing you please"
DO you love both Of them jus. the
Jeame?" 5S
John Weston's face flushed like a
| boys: smiling, he shook his head.
y rs that answer sufficient" he asked.
But how do you know? They are just
alike. None OF us can tell them apart"
They, are NJ more alike than you and
]" he replied. gravely.
II suppose shall know which It Is II
III walt patiently" the girl said, with a
| pert little toss OF her head.
'Nevcr!" answered John Weston
| quickly, but II you live long enough
| you may know what friendship Is when
free from selfshness." 9i
The guests gathered In the long draw.
Ling room that evening were prepared
1 for nothing more than amusing melo-
drama. What could Jane know Of Ju-
sliers- surrender OF love7 How could
ia little old lady OF sixteen be otherwise
than amusing as the ardent young Miss
4 Montague?
The room was but family lighted
when from out the garden thcket
young Romeo stepped. His first words
held his listeners attention. HE jests
lot scars who never felt wound"
| III II Jane and Hulda Wainwright had
5ernploYed their years In earnest efforts
10 win the attention OF an admirIng
public they could not have succeeded
more completely than they had in pri-
Evate study for their own pleasure and
/ Improvement. The old house rang with
/ applause as the scene came to an end.
Is This was the beginning OF series OF
i Entertainments Surely month like
tth!s had never been spent In the coun-
ttry. The sielgh!ng was perfect. The
Il wind had swept the river bare for
miles. Every morning party OF skaters
were seen gliding In and out between
the wooded banks. ii
John Weston was the leader OF out
4 door sports. Skating was pastime
4 that he had chung to with the enthusl-
aam OF his boyhood. It was good to
1 see the hale old gentleman In his fur
tr!mcd coat and cap. gliding on before
with nnSease OF motion that only years
OF river skating can perfect.
The mystery OF untold love that how
4 cred about him made him Of continual
i lnterestFto the young people. The girl
4 who had dared to question him wove
many pretty little romances, in which
jams and TIulda alternately appeared
as heroInes. She watched the sisters
4 closely. hoping to read the secret In one
i OF their Faces, but the brown eyes OF
each bore the same gentle confidence
whenever they spoke With ,thei:,. friend,
4 One evening. when the moon was
4 full, several OF the party had gone down
4 the river to skate for an hour or two.
4 The later hours were TO be spent In
1 dancing, and the drawing room was
being put IN readiness. While they
were buckling on their skates Amy pro-
4 posed q race. s5#5t
I'll race the party" said John Wes-
ton, "a &c against youth. If!one reaches
tho bridge before me III pay any forfeit
\ he mag,;nsk. rs
They rounded the wooded point. and
were OF for n clear hnlf mile to the
bridge. i3ifter the first few minutes the
competition rested between ttwo.3
rs Amy and John Weston were speed
Ing on together. Shouting and cheer
4 Ing followed them. The white arch of
Il the stone bridge was but fey rods
Iahead! Now Amy was In advnnce.
wayIng her. muff over her head! A mo-
sIsnohtslater they had reached the bridge
4 and were resting In tho shadow. Ej
I fls",lHell; little girl, what Is my forfeit
10 be2''t ,nskcd John Weston. laughing.
4 tt$"O,"'. said Amy. breathing hard.
i ''whom@ do YOU love best In 3nll the
:EYorld ~ u x; 4 y
i 1iIIss"That= Isn't, fair.', 4. g ne
i 1lS'.'Yes, Altis," size laughed; "lf you had
Honj1 should have paid any forfeit YOU
asked. 81 {, ,-s5i::i iti 4.
4 iI#"When you are ns old ias am you
.lIRlll not make q lest OF love- I'll png
/ my. forfcit. but I'm disappointed In YOU,
Amy" (, RI ( ;,,59gs a
j k$Ec leaned forward and whlspcrcd the
hume In heri ear. and then turned and
bknted under the arch OF tthe bridge
The poor little Victor; Jew after HIM. & (
20. forgive me. she cried, clinglng