Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1871-03-17
SELECTED STORY.
KATE MAYO'S RESOLVE.
By AMY RANDOLPH.

II don't believe in love il a cottage"
said Kate Mayo, looking defantly round L.
II, for one mean to marry rich p
"Ch, Kate p cried Helen Dewey re-
proachtuly
Miss Mayo shook the tiny golden ringlets
that hung like splrals of sunshine over her
rretty forehead, while mischievous spark ,
came into her blue eyes she rather SEEM
ed to enjoy the CONSERVATION she had ere
ated Ill. II ,f.5s N3i
WELL" Kate May, II nseanit Who
wants to b. drudge, in an lll-6tting calico
dress and last years style of bonnet, just
because 'me idiotic young man asks you to
be bis wife i? My taste is for thread-lace
shawls and MORE antiques, and onnets that
look as if they had foated across the sea on
Partisan zephyr! Moreover I have fancy
for brown stone houses and chocolate-color
ed coupes, aud a box at the opera. and a
French maid Oh, I tell you, girls, mean
to marry rich p
Kate Mayo spoke as if fate were at her
own command, as if she we're crowned queen
of her destiny And she was, in so far as
wit an beauty and certain royalty of self
| possession may constitute the seer tire of ones
ow existence Tall and gracefully formed
| az Greek statue, her loveliness took you
as it we're by storm She was fair as the
waxen leaf of a white rose. with pure.
straight features, che eks just tinted with
the faint delicate pink that comes and goes
like heeting shadow. and little ripe
mouth that made one think Of the crimson
sugar hearts that little children delight in
And Kate had been sent up from the old
MAYO farm to see what winter in New
York would do for her, in the way of a life
establishment; and Kate had some very
decided ideas Of her cwn upon the all-im-
portant subject.
"My dear" said Aunt Dewey solemnly,
call this sound very mercenary !"
Il can't help it, aunt" was Rates rejoin-
der 81 am mercenary."
cat your age, Kate p rr
"What difference does age make, l won
der 2" said the beauty; with petulant
shrug of her shoulders Pm going in for
diamonds and tour in Europe. Sentinen,
is very we'll in novel, but in real life it
don't work.
And Aunt Dewey's face of horror only
made Kate Mayo laugh.
Mis- Mayo was decidedly ''success" in
the brilliant circles Of metropolitan society
that winter. It was not entirely her fault
less beauty, nor her quick readiness of
rapa, tee, nor yet the bewitching confidence
with which she SCENE to take the worlds
favor for granted, but mixture and ming
ling of all thrce-somcthing which could
hardly be expressed, save by the word
fascination. But Notwithstanding her
triumphs, Kate Mayo had, as yet, made no
election in life. 9sga
"My DEAR said Aunt Dewey solemnly
"what was the reason you refused Harry
Pelham y a 9Af 1 ~
"Tbe reason Why aunt, he's Gus
tom-house clerk, as poor as Jobs cat
4 s.Kate what very inelega compari-
son !' l4.a-
GAS a church mouse, then, mama, il
you like that better"
eMr. Ryersen, then p pursued Mrs.
Dewey. Ss'Ts
ssTve no idea Of comm. to the poor-house
before my time"
| INF. hYeISOu Is Wctt vi L Ill Suio
| 'The positive degree won't suit me. aunt
I must have the superlative p
"Kate, you will die an old maid yet :
cBetter an old maid, aunt than care
worn wife"
Aunt Dewey shook her head
: skate Kate there is such thing a
G going through the woods ant picking up
crooked sticF What do you value yourself
at, pray =
:, IA hundred thousand dollars at lea t
Il aunt, from that up TO half a million!" laugh
ed Kate, as she put the rose into the vas
: Of flowers she was arranging.
t "Where will you get such price as that!
j. "Not in society just now, to be sure
aunt, but its representative will be her
yet"
"Who do you mean I" ...
II mean Mr.. Emmett"
Aunt Dewey sat down with untitled HAND
and eyes. .a
"What the millionaire of St. Angus
tines Place p
"Yes, aunt"
"But he is in Europe"
"Nimaporte-he is coming home soon,
"You have never seen him ?"
II dare say shall see him."
"Kate, you are crazy y
"No, I'm not, aunt; YOU yourself W
N own it when you see me Mrs. Emmett J"
The audacity Of the girl fairly bewlldere
her sage relative it was as if d little Frene
. grisette had, aspired to share the augu
N throne Of the Napoleons a..
n .'Well, I neyer did p gasped Mrs Dewe.
"But that's no sign you never ao'W, aunt