Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1901-02-24

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this was not sufficient for relief; later
she found it necessary to relate the
whole story, with many little touches,
to every young officer and private with
whom it was her pleasure to carry on
an innocent Irritation. Agnes, Ian
gushing in her old ancestral home,
was to her like the beautiful castle
imprisoned heroine Of the old-fash-
toned three volume novel.
The first one to whom she told the
tale made her very angry by laughing
before she had finished. He was a
handsome young lieutenant, and on in
innate terms with Florence, because
he was a distant relative of her cous-
ms aunt-in-law.
II beg your pardon for laughing,
cousin Florence he said, "but you see,
1 am only beginning to realize the
tenth part of the alteration you dear
girls lavish upon a uniform; but to
show you, however, that I really SYM
pathize with your heroine, i intend to
pass by her prison tomorrow that she
may feast her hungry eyes on my brass
buttons"
When he carried out this generous
impulse Agnes was reading under a
large rose vine; he walked slowly to
give her time to enjoy the buttons while
he admired the flowers, among which
she was the fairest blossom.
Excuse me miss, but may l inquire
the way to CAMP" He could think OF
nothing else to say, his usual GOODNESS
being lost in the mazes of the young
glrl's attractiveness.
Agnes STOOD and pointed towards the
west. 1T is less than half a MILE" she
answered.
Thank you. All, now | see the can-
vas; l might have seen it before but for
the sun in my eyes, and-the lowers.
We don't have them like this in our
climate, you-you never sell any, do
your"
Certainly not; you are perfectly well
come" And Agnes gathered for him
the gorgeous roses,
Il came gu: this afternoon to shoot
~pheasants,g said the young man, get
ting deeper into the mazes: but 1
haven't been very successful"
The flower he had Just plucked fell
at her feet. "P~heasants. Why, they
never come till later"
rs that SOP" replied he vaguely.
thinking only of the girl and the flow
ers. Thank you: thank you"
She watched him as he departed,
his broad handsome shoulders, his
shapely head, with it's wavy black hair
his military tramp, tramp, was music
to her ears; and in her memory there
fingered the expression Of his dark
eyes as he looked at her while he ad-
mired the flowers.
He's lovely" she thought with
, girlish enthusiasm; 'ibut what a pity
be has so little sense; a soldier, and
not able to find his way in sight of
the camp-Oh my! to hunt for pleas
ants in August"
When Lieutenant Charles G. King
reached his quarters laden with Judge
Wells choicest flowers he was greeted
with a yell and clamoring questions.
Where have you been? What have
you got?"
I've been hunting" he said grave
ly, land I've brought back a lot OF
ph~easants."
This remark was loudly applauded;
but to their establishment the young
officer looked annoyed, and he pres
emily walked away in a dreamy fash
ion. 1t did not take them long to dis
cover where he had been, and most
of them felt inclined to follow in his
footsteps. For it was not to be ex-
pected that Lieut.. King would be the
only young soldier aroused by a gal-
liant desire to crafty this heroine OF
now increasing fame. Agnes had
beauty; she also had wealth, and, too
she was to be sought while the other
girls were seeking. Under these en-
ticing conditions it was not strange
that permits ito go hunting became
the order of the day; nor was il
strange that the atmosphere around
old Judge Wells residence took on q
blush tint; nor that the old man
being deaf and nea~r-sighted. and Iona
since insensible TO the sound OF low
voices and the mystic changes in at
mospheric tints, was entirely uncon-
scious that his castle had been besieg-
ed. For far from being the least
amusing feature of the comedy as il
unrolled was the fact that the instiga'