Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-10-08

the daughter Of TIE widow Mainwar-
ing. Still beautiful, but not quite the
reigning belle as at the hunt ball Of
B.. for ether sprouts had meanwhile
sprung up, who now contested the
throne Of shire belledom, promising
soon to dispossess and succeed her.
With one of these found a pleasant
friendship; If not durable, lasting long
enough TO make me forgetful of Miss
Mainwaring for the remainder of that
day. But when the shades Of night
drew over the green lawn. and the ar
rows We're all spent. an incident occur
red recalling her with as much vivid
ness as ever; at the same time making
me acquainted with new chapter in
the history OF her chequered life, as
also that OF Nigel Harding.
OF all the opportunities afforded for
the thing called Irritation. none equals
the fete ehampetre: especially when the
sports are continued through twilight
into the darker hours of night--the
pastimes of the lawn supplemented by
a dance in the drawing room, with its
carpets taken up for the occasion; and
dancing also on the velvety turf out
side. Then promenade with partners,
between the sets; not as in city ball
room, over bees-waxed floors, at every
step in danger of dislocating a knee
joint, or at the least treading the skirts
of some lady's dress, not little to her
discontinue. Very different, and much
more pleasurable, the stroll upon soft,
green sward, or along gravelled walks
arcaded over with odoriferous creepers,
at its end shady copse, from which
the nightingale salutes you with its
matchless song. 1t is. indeed, delightful
so to fill up the interregnum between
the dances; and Terpsichore herself
could not object to its being a little pro-
longed. No discredit neither to Eng
lands morality, that her best society
permits it; rather proof Of trust un-
betrayed and still confidently relied on.
Strolling thus with the young lady,
whose arrows / had been all the after
noon recovering and returning save
one that stuck-we came to a stand,
alongside a grand deodara, whose
dropping palmate branches swept the
ground to our feet, enclosing space
around its trunk, by day shaded, but at
night dark as cavern.
"Oh." abruptly exclaimed my part
ner, detaehing her tiny digits from my
arm. Now | remember"
"What?" | asked, wondering what
had so suddenly awakened recollection.
My parasoli | left it somewhere,
and have been looking for it all the
evening. Now think Of it, twas un-
der this great tree. l placed it against
the trunk, as l was equipping myself
for the match. I suppose it's there
still. You remain here, while l get
it,
Saying which she ducked her coquet-
fish head to crouch under the cedar
NO." I protested, 'let me go in
search of it,"
/ spoke too late. The agile nymph--
she had proved herself so in the galop
just ended--was underneath the spread
ing branches before I could interpose TO
prevent her. and there was no help for
me but to follow.
Once within the leafy canopy, we
were in Cimerian darkness, and had to
grope the way, doing which our fingers
came several times in contact. causing
a sensation / thought anything but un-
pleasant. At length, however, we
touched the trunk. and felt all around
it, but failed to discover the parasol.
II suppose some Of the servants have
found it and taken it into the house
remarked the owner Of the missing ar
ticle. 'If so, twill turn M when I'm
getting cloaked. Come; the next dance
is The Lancers.' Make haste, or wen
miss it,"
We were about to issue out from the
shadowy spot, when we saw two fig
ures approaching down the lawn-like
ourselves, a pair Of promenaders. Our
errand under the cedar WIS innocent
enough, still. it Fad a compromising
appearance; and, suddenly struck with
this, | whispered my partner to stand
stiH and let them pass-a request the
sly puss acceded to without saying a
word, possibly rejecting as myself.