The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1871-01-18
From the New York Ledger.l
100 LATE
BY AMY RANDOLPH.


&Glenn, who sat opposite.
And the other ladies in the room
'arched their eyebrows and ex.
changed private feminine signals
with each other.
Mr.. Parrham was q rich bache-
Tor, portly, sleek and well-to-do,
and his "never" applied to the
:grea: question of matrimony as
regarding himself: Kitty Glenn
, was-well, she certainly was not
an old maid, but she was twenty
nine years old, with brown velvet
eyes and bright chestnut hair,
crepe over her fair forehead, and
Hips fresh and crimson as the ear
licst wild strawberry of the sea-
son. And Mrs. Parrham, the old
bachelors sister-in-law, had been
doing her best to get up q match"
between that gentleman and Kit
ty, and this eventful moment saw
the aerial foundation Of her chateau
en- Espagne levcIcd to the dust.
Kitty was quite equal to the
situation. however. She crochcted
on, without so much as a culver
of the cvcIashes and as for her
red checks. why, wouldn't any
lady's checks be red, sitting right
in front of the fire as she did? Of
course there was nothing in that.
NO" said Mr.. Parrham, Il don't
think it is. Marriage is altogeth-
er mistake"
HOh, Pau!us p chirred NJ rs.
Parrham, with tiny shudder,
that's a direct flying in the face of
Scripture"
"How, I should like to know ?"
demanded Mr. Parrham, full primed
for an argument.
"Doa't the Bible say, 1T is not
good for man to be alone?' "
:,"Ah-h-h," said Mr.. Parrham
convincingly; "but we haven't
lived up to the Bible ever since.
We have dcgcncrated, Sarah, de-
gen -atcd! Do you sec anything
about me that reminds you of the
patriarch Abraham Or is-wc
are speaking only by way of ex-
ample, rvmcmber-is Miss Glenn
ut all like Rehecca or Rachel? It's
like putting new wine into old
bottles, this trying to adapt our
modern selves to the usagcs of two
or three thousand years ago."
And Mr.. Parrham looked tri-
uaphaatly round, as if he thought
hc had given his audience quite
enough of scriptural quotations.
Marriage is mistake" he
SLOWLY repeated, nodding his head.
ANY man who sells his birthright
Of freedom and independence for a
wedding ring and a pretty face
deserves to be put in bondage: l
shall never be such q fool"
Did Kitty Glenn's fair head,
when the shining tanglcs of hair
were turned to ruddy threads of
gold in the freight, droop a very
trife as Mrs. Parrham watched
her? Nevertheless there was q
very perceptible movement of re-
lief in the room when the door
opened and Charley March enter
.ed-a tall, robust young fellow,
with laughing black eyes and a
healthy brown complexion.
"Eou don't know what you have
lost, Mr.. March," said Mrs. Par
rham, lightly.
nWhat have T lost 2'' demanded
Charley.
"a dissertation on the all-impor-
tant question of matrimony."
"Oh," ,"said Charley March, ,sbrug-
giny his shoulders, "that's qucs-
;tion that l have nothing to do
with"
And he glanced as he spoke at
Kitty Glenn.
ats too bad,". said Mrs. Par
rham to Kitty, rs the twain sat
shat night by the formers bed
room fire, busily engaged in mend
ing the household linen-for Mrs.
Parrham belonged to the race de-
nominated "reduced gentry" and
kept ~ few select boarderS,"
which, translated into ordinary
parlance, meant . house as full as
she could pack it, and Kitty Glenn
helped her in . thousand intangi-