The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1872-11-30
SATURDAY MORNING. .NoVENlBBR, 80 1872

in any way 6 ''"'
strollcd out to n little arbor the
next forenoon, with book in my hand,
and fnuni Miss Whiting, with a book
in her haud, seated in said arbor.9 F,s-aa
4 beg PARDON | began; 4 did not
know the place was occupied
Make believe that it isn't she said,
''and core in. There is ample room, and
L am so much interested in my book,
that [ shall not even sec you
Feeling decidedly compIimented at
the closing sentence, ] seated myself on
the opposite bench and opened my book
But | did mot progress rapidly. Miss
Whiting was so interesting in repose.
made such a pretty, good looking
picture, sitting there, that l could not
but watch her
How interested she seemed to be in
her book, and how utterly oblivious of
my presence! Was | such noncn,ity
then ? / began to feel very uncomfor-
table. If she would ouly glance at me
but she wouldn't. Once she picked
some crawling thing from her dress and
tossed it out at the door. but never
glanced at me-
Miss Whiting I said at length,
pardon me, but | am tired of making
believe. l had rather think the arbor
occupied
Miss Whiting kept on reading, and
answered Quietly:
Very well, consider me here
Not to be worsted this way,' Isaid,
boldly.
Well, but want you to talk to me-
She closed her book, keeping one
slender land between tho, pages, and
lifted her chiliisl'ly calmcycs to my
| face
'lt is a veryep'casant day Mr.. Lester
she said, with perfect gravity.
Decidedly responded
Much cooler sincc tho shower
observed.
1T Is | assentca
8. 'LoOks some like raili5in the-cast,, she
remarked
lit does, 1 sid, and then we both
laughed
'Now, she said, 4 hope, you will let
me so on with nay book. Il is Dickens
Great Expectations and ifyou have
eyer read it, you can understand m:
interest,"
DO yon like Dickens 2 / asked.
'No, she said, I love him. From
the opening page to the ,'Finis,' his
books are gardens of delight to nc. He
Interests you in his ,ncanes: character,
and cplists your syinpathcs, not with
one, but with all. He is inimitablc-ho
is Incompatible. sOthcrs. may, in their
style, be us interesting, but to me there
is none like him
a deeper lfluslf lad come into her
checks, ands her ieyes rgrew, wider aud
/ darker. :
Decidedly pretty now, I iatormm,ctd II d
myself, and really quite an intelligent
little person. 1sa
after that, Miss Whiting and were
quite s9ciablo [ sought her society,
and she did not avoid inc, but treated
me precisely as she would younger
brother Not just that either, for she
was little more reserved and yet we
had some very p leasant chats together.
She could talk sense, and | prd d my
self on my abilities in that line, and 30
almost week slipped by before | knew
it, f'
4 think should Gnd 1t very dull
here but for you said to her Que day.
Odd, too, when dreaded your coming
So
She looked up wonloringly. Dread
ed my coming 7
Yes; | feared you would be one of
the slashng kind, and would dress to
kill, ahd tdlk Inc wild, and give me no
pe9ce.' @. t...
'What gave YOU that idea p
nj don't know, unless it was being
bored TO death by my chum, Fred Cor
mfn, about Captain Kate, the belle
of the season, aud thought you might
bd hor style
And did yon ever sec this Captain
KITE 2 asked Miss Whiting, Hfting her
calm lakes OF eyes to mine.
'No; but L can imagine her., I