The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1912-08-22

one knew what was going to happen.
and It did happen: Horses were UNI
harnessed, motor cars were ordered
back into their garages, and we went
mp In the day coaches of railroad
special with a furry of snow driving
against the windows.
We were met at the little station
shed by row of closed carriages,
1olted OF to a village church and pack.
ed into tight little pews. There, IL
one were really an old and dear friend
Of the family and had known the bride
since she was a tow.headed little girl
in funny frocks, he berated old Cen
eral cruger as though he were pick
pocket yilifed Emily and damned the
institution OF marriage. Then we were
whisked away in the snow-covered car
riages to Cliffcourt and luncheon. But,
hrst we piled our rubbers in an ante
room by the porte-cochere, passed In
review before the old general, kissed
the tips Of Bmily's gloved fngers5
quoted to the groom the appropriate
remark OF Solomon, and then girded
our loins to fght for place by the
Generals heshpots.
Fortune sat me down at luncheon
opposite man at whom / was very
glad toshaye a Look Vague whisper
lngs had linked his name with Emily
Cruger's for many long day. He had
proceeded with his plans to win her
with the elaboration of Japanese
aeld marshal
But women are not to be taken with
. chain of forts.
The man was carrying on his face
courteous unconcern. but the enamel
u 1t was set over savage lines.
Gossip had It that his plans for the
housing OF this wife were already car
ried out; the land for mile farther
up the Hudson had become, the splen.
did, formal gardens OF French es-
tate. the rising walls Of the chateau
doomed, line OF gray, on the blur
above the river. The great Oriental,
was making ready while he waited.
I had no opportunity to speak with
him. Mrs, Chenley Gaynor, with a.
niece on the block, had him at her
right. The practical old dowager was
b every slaye-market.
Any mother would have feared so
dangerous a man, but not so MRS.
Chenley Gaynor. This freebooter was
the richest on the seas, he had sacks
Of doubloons packed to the gunwale
Of his brig. What mattered it II the
dearest illusion of maid walked the
plank with two gold pieces bound
tight over its eyelids, provided one
got country estate, town house
and perhaps a yacht? Mammon was
the only god who was never sleeping
or on Journey. The man lowered
q bit about the debutante, praising
her charms, but he did not want her,
that was clear. He nursed hurt
with his hand on his cutlass.
I was glad that the old general was
Independent and the man Emily Cru
ger had chosen we'll enough to do;
This brown wolf would be fearful
beast, prowling at ones door.
We depleted the larder to its last
pate, got into our rubbers and pro-
ceeded to embark An our covered car
riages. We trod upon one another's
toes, jammed our elbows into our
neighbors, and apologized sweetly for
It; but underneath, fear, we were RAJ
vening wolves. The tragedy of coun-l
try wedding in May blizzard, twenty
miles from New York! al.
d The women an had been carried
away, and I was entering carriage
after the last man when a servant ran
out and said the general greatly wish,
ID me to remain. /
The servant took me to a guest cham.i
Der where / found a glass of whisky,
q hot bath and a, dinner jacket. Mean
while night descended and Joined
the old general. below stairs. We
dined in rathen desolate splendor un-
der the lamps7 after that we smoked
by little smoldering twig fire in the
library overlooking the river. Then It
was that l discovered why he wished
me to remain.
"Courtlandt," he began, you sat OPP
posite curious person today at
luncheon. What do you think OF
him?"
"well," I said, "it one were lacking
names. think he might be safely
called a wolf"
He took my answer with slow nod
ding Of the head; then he walked over
to the window and stood looking oub
at the snow driving up the dim river.
Emily loves this place." he said :,
81 am glad saved it(to her; but it
was like the story In tn Russian fairy
book, I tossed the wolf everything
else for Il"
Then he came back to the fire and
sat down in his leather chair with
his feet stretched out to the fender.
81 will keep your name wolf Court
landt," he said: II like it better than
the one his father gave him. am
glad Emily is, well out OF his way,
God bless her. I used to shuddsr when
l saw the beast at her heels. 1t does