The independent press. (Abbeville C.H., S.C.) 1853-1860, 1860-01-06

"''y '>"' w wv S"pooo'o ouo o'ouSh'
out the cannstcr.
"There, now, don't put in too much
you'll be sure to spoilit." Then, when Jenny
r.-appeared with The steaming tea: Set il
down. and z" away. hate wo.bcgoue
risag's--g" a"ay, tell you:"
Jenny piac.! he tray hy her aunt's side
aud wen; up to her own little room. There
she sat thinking in the moonlight, till si,e
heard Lucill.'s gay goodnight to Cap,aio
EIg"r,on, and her light steps coming along
tl!c li,,k hall.
""h",. VI y"t! Wig, ves might better
iav. gone with me. ha': >":.l tl;rtstiu,,
with Maurice lie asked why y"n didn't
come and told him didu't know, unless
it was because you caught cold mt the Glib
bons,' the other night You should have
seen how angry hs looked ; and 4" mutlere.l
something uu'ier his breath. Rul he is a
charming ma,. He toll ne he never s"er,
ne hook s. Irv"'v i,v :hc way. I hope
,"u have been rewarded ior yoir sell ,!rnial;
for if Maurice Be,gers face told uuly, you
have lost more than you ihonght, to night.
Eu; wh1t's thi>''-,aking up something
from h,r .,rc>, lug ,ail,. ia letter. ,lrlarv
jus, liz. Aunt Thornhill, to put it there
S,r't" 81 ii.h', d"--h"w slow you are ''rn
the Miss Th,"nl,il!: Ny Boar Nircrs"-
What i :.i this! N'hy, Jen., it's from
Aur, NJ hi,la. rlr,larc:"
'.Wl..., .l,"s .l,c NAY {" asked Jenny.
Say? Why. sh" Says great d.al-say
that s!" has heard that 40 are a No. |.
y""ng la'l'cs-ihat, having no daughter,
AMI pas>;onat:ng our living death hv,e,
she w'''Id like us to spend 81 year or two
with i'er, where We vii! have every ah
vani"%'.. "'r. There cheers for Aunt Ma.
ada. Why don't you say sone,his+,.
jena!
"Luriil-, Aunt Tho,nhilI-how can We
lcav. .,.rl"
'.l}o'l"r 2 a cross oil woman, who spend,
her tim" in making us miseral,le7 2"
''Lncil!". rri,,cmI.r tl'at il Is in our service
HAT Sac l.,s grn~n i'll and trrlr,.I.
'Ch . r't;ch as mu>-I, "a you like; bur
don't think YOU can blind me. I can read
You, my pions one, like an open book ?
l"u think Maurice Berger will be here {;
shd YOU will have him all to Yourself
But he told Inc, to night, that he should
start ea'fy tomorrow nnrnins for the city,
10 stay there several months-perhaps a
year p
II shall stay with Aunt Thor ,hilI ~
"Murh good may it do you. l suppose
y"u have text for that, too. You are COM
ing on famous! !y-you lost Maurice Berger
tonight, AZ the first part Of yorr reward.
Should tiiuk you would be very much en-
Z
1t was SELDOM that Lucille spoke in this
manner; but she was not little flushed
with her fanri-,l conquest of Maurice Brr-
ger, and WAS besides, exceedingly vexed with
Jsnnys refusal 10 accompany her. Who
would keep icr clothes in order, AMI dress
Ter hair. and .r, the 'inuhl- part Of con ftlnnfe
""i>'r r" I"n, f,r her! SHE vent down n,r
h"''kf">' su!kv enough, laujing her aun.
'he open letter, by way Of morning saluta-
lion.
Mrs Thornhill read, with a darkening
tr"w. Il ought to have foreseen this she
SIN, hail the ca,e amI-well, i,'s
;h" way with the world Then, a.oul:
-" lie" are y"n g"ing, giris:'
THIS afternoon, it you please, aunt. We
bav" but little TO pack, and you know
''Yes-vrs; but This afternoon-must it
be 81 so"n' 1t is very sudden = and the
stern woman. appalled, at tho prosp4ct of
her approaching desolalion, Looked will,
almost p'trous 'entreatv at jenny. But it
was still Lucille VII" answered.
iii ia sudden, aunt but the sooner these
things areover, The better, you know. So
will "omnnrnce+ parking now And Sue
danced OUT of the room.
#."W~ll, Why dom, yon 60. too T. asked her
a"n',larshly, of Janet. who> fingered; timi.
lily. ~ w
: II AM mot going ai all
r"Wha'! Didn't Mrs. Clayton ask you,
too 2 Yes,
''Wha' asssyou staying for, lhena' -sr1
''Flea"se !o' are sick ana infirn. and j
lose yoss sabled Jenny, bursting into
tears" = ~ ss;s"e" ~ 80 y
Mra.sfhetnhiI' rose from her chair, and
Walking OVER to Jenny.
=. What iilsoa say z she asked, almost
brea!l,lsss with emotion. .Tbat: you lore
me WY child. haven't ], peit-d Lucille.
sid abpsss sou,s almost since YOU could
ss issssn.e Lucille was my dear
snGsln. f.-t