Orangeburg times. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1872-1875, 1872-07-24

yelled at, and could not understand d
'Herhair was black rs night, with a pur-
plish shine upon the ripples that were
gathered low in her neck; her skin was
dark, with a tender Peathy- bloom upon
either cheek, and lips as dead-ripe nee nee
tarine and her eyes, halfeoncealed by
the natural droop of their heavy, white
lids, were full Of hidden, glimering light,
such as you sometimes see in deep, trans
lucent pools, half overgrown BY water
lilies and tangled rushea Minnie Aub-
ray had at lone time Mortified her com
panions by declaring that. Mabel
Wayte's eyes were like the sleepy orbss III
the beautiful, cruel Bengal tiger they
had seen in the menagerie once? Mabel
had laughed, but she had yisibly shud-
dered too. And perhaps there was some
resemblance. o.''tlf'ils 3. 1''.i
Gerald silingsby thought those fri, olo Isl
girls would neverfgo. They stayed to
lnnchHonc of those dainty lunches that
Miss Wayte's hoGse-kceper knew SO we'll
how to get chocolate frothing in its
tiny cups, biscuit-sand- -wiches, and pound
cake, cut in thin, golden slices, with
china sauccrs of cream, hcaped- high
with great, scarlet Strawberries, whose
fragrance filled the room. Mabel was
little cpicure i'll everything Ian artist in
the mcrcst details of everyday life. And
after. lunch Gerald was pressed into the
service to read poetry to them, sufficient
ly capacious to silence them effedtually,i
until he wished Eyfm and all the rest at,
the bottom of the Red Sea, or any other
body ofwatcr
But who ever knew the course of true
love to run according to rule and plum-
met? ,
Finally they scattered away, one by
Isonesund GeFaid-and Mabel were alone
together in the room, where golden bars
of suhsct-light played fitfally OIL the mat
ting, and the wet leaves of the ivy with
out, shook bright showers down at every
stirof the wind. For there had been a
magnificent thunderstorm, with driving.
sheets of rain art,l sudden gusts of wind
and fiery cleaviriy thc purple-black
heavens, and much pretty terror among
the assembled guests except Mabel
Mabel never was afraid of thunder.
Alone together The moment had
come to which Gerald had fcverishly.
looked forward all day, and now, how
unsatisfactory it was. Had ever iover a
more capricious, provoking, little mis-
tress than Mabel was? She would not
understand. She played with his heart
ts the beautiful Bengal tiger might have
sportcd with trembling, wounded gaz-
ellie.
"Mabe1, you are cpuelw he cried,
passionatcly.
She looked up with the sleepy, glim-
mcring orbs halfcloscd, an electric flash
shooting through the lashes, then her
eyes fell to her worsted work again.
"Sevon blues, one orange, two scarlets,
and blue" she murmured, though.fully,
with her head on one side.
"Mabel," calculated silingsb, "I will
be answered."
"And then ali olive-green," sighed
Mabel, softly. "But, after all, Abra-
hams face is going to look just like all
other worsted-work faces. l did think
there was some little expression in the
last pattern. Gerald, please hand me the
scissors"
Poor Gerald ruthlessly withheld them
from tho little extended hand.
"1ou shall not talk of &ofsted work
and scissors until you give me some def
mite answer"
"Then ] shall have to bite my threads,
and-oh, dear! it is so bad for the teeth"
She made n little grimace,' as she snip
ped off the bit ofwool with her tiny pearl
white teeth Silingsby didn't know
whether it would have afforded him the
most satisfaction to kiss her or box her
cars.
Mabel"
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