The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1860-04-11
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From the Nsw York Ledger.
WHAT KATY DID.
A MAIDEN'S SUMNER AFTERNOON.
ny NARY w. STANLEY GIBSON.
CHAPTER |.

~ATI was farmers daughter, and
- lived in brown farmhouse with Ia
tnarac trees before the door, that stood
OH ors OF the many cross roads leading
to and from the Notch Of the White
Mountains. She was a brighthared, red
checked, dark-eyed, happy, healthy Yam
kee girl-an ouIy child, too, perhaps =
little spoiled by her father, who was &C
Gus omed to say that no woman on earth
could beat her for good looks, sweet
temper and strawberry shor,cakes' There
were very few people in the village who
dii not agree with him, and they were
mostly maiden ladies of an uncertain age
who, having lost youth, and beauty, and
grace themselves. could never be brough,
to find them again in any other of their
sex. As for the young men Of that little
New England .oSn, they swore BY Katy
one and sll--and cast envions glances al
George Bathurst. the school master, every
time they saw him turn up the lane tha,
led to the brown farm house or, still
worse. come down from il with his pret
~ .faseee leaning on his arm. Katy
knew this very we'll, but truth com pei.
me to say, that she conducted herself un.
der such trying circumstances with mira
culous propriety, and did not by her sub
rosa tlirtations drive her lover TO the
point Of wishing binselr cut up into shoe
strings or sausage meat, much oftener than
ten times during The space OF every cal
endar month. This for q beauty and q
belle is deserving Of all praise.
Living like queen among her adorine
subjects, with scarce wish ungratified
from one year'- end to another, wha,
cause was there for Katv's lips ever ,o
breathe Sigh, or Ksty's heart to tLrot
YEARLY in her bosomi You aud !, dear
reader, would say, none because we
are not in her position but every house
has its skeleton in the closet as Ger
tain cynical writer Of the present day de-
lights Ia sing; every shoe pinches, in som,
place, the foot that wears II; and Olive,
TWIST was not by any means the frst OF
the last TO ask for more though Fate
with the aspect OF parish beadle, too
often rsps the poor applicant over the
knuckles, and wonders il it is meat iba
breeds and encourages such audaeious i'm
perlinence. Being human. Katy dream
ed only human dreams, and they wer,
not always Of the wisest. This was on,
Of them.
Ii chanced on . July afternoon, afte,
dinner Was over, and the dishes wash Cd
and pu, swa., that Katy came down from
her chamber, neatly dressed in q pini
muslin, aud stood before the parlor eIss,
to give her eurls parting touch, befor,
she took her sewing TO the bench outsid,
the door. The day was hot and suI,ry
She felt q slight headache coming on -
she felt cross, moreover, as people otter
have a right 20 do before the cold wealth
er comes. She threaded her needle, sit
hing on the bench and looking up at th,
blue sky; she took stitch or two. ant
wished she was bird, that she might n,
'over the hills and far away : abe prick
ed her finger, and threw her work dowr
In y pet.
oh, | am tired 0. Il ALI she sighed
leaning her cheek on her hand. sriTst
10 death Of work, work, work--fsou