South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1871-03-31
Kate Mayo's Resolve.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.

Kate Mayo, looking de6autly round. 81,
for one, mean to marry rich =
ooh, Kate = cried Helen Dewey re-
proachfully.
Miss Mayo shook the tiny golden ring
lets that hung like spirals of sunshine over
her pretty forehead, while a mischievous
sparkle came into her blue ewes she rather
seemed to enjoy the CONSERVATION she had
created
Well Kate Mayo, Il mean it. Who
wants to be drudge, in an ill-fitting cal
leo dress and last years style of bonnet,
just because some idiotic young man asks
you to be his wife My taste is for thread
lace shawls and MORE antiques, and bon
nets that look as if they had floated across
the sea on Partisan zephyr Moreove err
have fancy for brown stone houses and
chocolate coored coupes, and box at the
opera, aud French maid Oh, tell you,
girls, mean to marry rich y
Kate Mayo spoke as if fate were at her
own command, as if she were crowned queen
Of her destiny. And she was, in so far as
wit and beauty and certain royalty of self
possession may constitute the sceptre of
ones own existence. Tall and gracefully
formed as Greek statue, her lovliness
took you as 1t were by storm. She was
fair As the waxen leaf of a white rose, with
pure, straight features, checks Just tinted
with the faint delicate pink that comes and
goes like fleeing 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 n winter in New
York would do for her, in the way of a life
establishment and Kate had some very
decided ideas of her own upon the all i'm
portant subject.
My dear, said Aunt Dewey solemnly,
AL this sounds very mercenary
| cant help it, aunt, was Katc's rejoin.
der. q am mcrcenary.'
at your age, Kate 2
What difference docs age make, I won
derE said. the beauty with a petulant
shrug Of her shoulders. I'm going in for
diamonds and tour in Europe Sentiment
Is very well in novel, but in real life it
don't work
Aud Aunt Dewey's face of horror only
made Kate Mayo laugh.
Miss Mayo was decidedly Success 10
the brilliant circles of metropolitan society
that winter. Ii was not entirely her fault
less beauty, nor her quick readiness of re-
partee, nor yet the bewitching confidence
with which she seemed 70 take the world 8
favor for granted, but mixture and ming
huE Of all three something which could
hardly be expressed, save by the word 'fas-
cint;ion.' But notwithstanding her tri-
umPhs, Kate Mayo had, as yet, made no
election in life.
My dear said Aunt Dewey solcmnly
what was the reason you refused Harry
Pelham I?
The reason? Why, aunt, he's a Custom
house. clerk, as poor as jobs cat
IL .te what very inelegant compari-
son =
as a church mouse, then, ina ma, if you
like that better
Mr.. Ryersou, then ? pursued Mrs
Dewey.
I've no idea of coming to the poor-bouse
before my time
Mr.. Rycfson Is well of I'm sure
The positive degree won't suiS me, aunt;
| must have the superlative !
Kate, you will die an old maid YETI
Better an old maid, aunt, than care
worn wife
Aunt Dewey shook her head
kate Kate there IS such thing as
going through the woods aud picking up
crooked stick What do you value yourself
at, pray 2
"A hundred thousand dollars at least,
aunt, from tbat up 30 halfa million " laugh
ed Kate, as she put the rose into the vase
of flowers she was arranging.
w here will You get such price as that :!