The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1900-01-27

Constance Cotterell in Good Words
The Boy stood and looked and looked
ut the Girl. II was by no means the
first time no had met her. and he
would have been extremely glad to
know that It was the last. That IL TO
say, he would have wished, Of all things
in. the world. never to part from her
again. But this. he acknowledged 10
himself. was past hoping for, All her
people were SO clever, everybody she
knew had written something or other,
she was only used to the very most
intellectual persons. Why. even this
party that he was now ut was given. In
the great room at the end Of
her fathers garden, where he
wrote his Wonderful books And he
lie was such cOuntriNed fellow. He
only had money and a ridiculous. quite
intellectually useless strength Of body.
lie could only shoot and hunt. and
play games, and manage dogs and
horses. Boorish pursuits. he thought
despairlngly. Once he frightened for a
moment as he looked round the crowd
ofnervous, narrow ShOuidered men.
era bet anything not one Of EN- could
bring down a pheasant at hundred
yardsl" he said, and almost chuckled
to himself,
Nobody took any notice Of him. He
felt that ne had hardly any right to be
there. II he had ever taken cOmPOSl-
ton prize at school, or even 50 much as
written letter 10 the papers, he felt
that he need not have stood there SO
ashamed. Once She In her capacity as
young hostess had come aud spoken to
him. Very shyly. And no wonder, he
thought bitterly. What single thing in
common with her could such q stupid
fellow as he have? And SO she had left
him. alone. after taking him to one or
two girls whom he supposed TO em-
body genius in its most terrible form,
the feminine specimen, and who there
fore found, and left, him dumb.
So he wandered on into u far corner.
for It was large room. and when he
had put hirself behind a small grove Of
portfolios he could watch her without
being seen or being in anybody's way.
FOR long time he gazed at her. very
fair. ana in white. with what he called
d lump OF black velvet against her
shining white shoulder. Then at last
she was lost to him in a throng far
away at the other end of the room. He
turned his back on everybody and look
cd with curious. Ingenious wonder ut
some Inca drawings which were in the
corner on the wall.
He did not observe that the noise Of
voices grew less and less and then
ceased altogether. He was lost in u
dream Of Her TIL suddenly he was
awakened by the electric lights going
out altogether and the sound Of the
key turning In the lock of the door. He
listened acutely then. and heard the
gay voices growing fainter outside, as
the guests went along the Chinese Ian
termed path into the house to supper.
He started out of his corner to rush for
the door and try to make somebody
hear him, But he entangled himself
among the portfolio stands with loud
nnise, and when he extricated himself
and felt cautiously round in the dark
ness for landmarks he found that he
had lost his bearings. The sounds out
side died quite away,
He stood still and wondered what he
should do. And where was She What
more worthy man was handing her to
supper? His teeth, came together at
the thought. It had been his one Anal
daring hope, to take her in to supper
this very last time-and then to retire
to vegetate and slowly die In the empty
country. And even this had been de-
MED him. He felt chair near and sat
heavily down.
Then his sharpened senses seemed to
take in a breath and soft rustic a
very long way of. and there came
low, sweet voice, Are you there, Mr.
Penwin?"
Rapture. "Are you?" was ali he
could say and he bounded from his
chair.
She laughed gently. Eyes, II got
LEFT behind as-as you did, yOn know"
''I can't imagine how did It," he
said.
N'You were dreaming something beau
tlful in your corner"
II was" he cried out eagerly. and
began to make his stumbling way to-
ward her voice.
-"somethInE that / shall perhaps