The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1872-07-06


trF fsas 'fse sni rsaahng
W.. an Dflgh.
rhe yoHnr man r'auw' ur " ulib
s'f a l1ty scau showing under
lds long dark eyo olu.ho laul ti'
h- hr
Enragsd in ne noble ecnra.
ilon Of eavesdropp'nr, ohf he at
tered
Come uow. Eatcoli. DON'T b.
crusty; ! didn't mean to ov1hear
yeur conversation but WHIST Was q
fellow t3 do! This b. iallie place
1n the Whole farm. and | Wasn' ~
blame bccau-e Miss llay camo oat.
looking ike lIebe's sclf. 10 gather
red currants. aud you iallovei. likc
her shadow. Come. lets % down
by the trout stream, and talk over
matters aud thlngsiu general. Are
You really in earnest aoout wanting
something to dor
"Ot course ! ann"
"Theu suppose YOU Just glance
over this letter that ! received thi.
morning from my uncle. I've no
idea OF eSpatriating myself among
the pig.taiIcd celcstials tor MI the
fortunes that ever were made. But
for an ambitious man-read that
letter, that's all.'
Paul Estcott obcyed. almost daz.
zled by the brilliant prospect it
seemed to open to him.
"Do you really give me the priv.
llege of accepting or refusing this
situatonl' he exclaimed.
al really do; and, considering
that | don't want it myself, il Is no
very great stretch of generosity on
my part. Only, you see, you have
to decide at once, and be in tho city
to report yourself at my uncle's
counting house within iour-and
twenty hours
Paul sprang up, flushed aud
eager.
"Pll do it. I'll show Bessy Hay
that | am no do-nothiug after all,
when a motive really worth my
while presents itself. But" glanc.
ing at his old-fashioned silver watch,
which contrasted so markedly with
Mr.. Van Brugh's elegant full.jew
elled chronometer, 81 have no time
to lose"
Not second"
But my trunk?'
You can get what you need in
town;my uncle supplies the outfit
Sand Bessy I"
"Write to her tonight; my uncle
will forward the letter under cover
to me, and | will see that she gets
it"
Paul Estcott wrung his compan'
ions hand.
"You are very kind" he said
huskily. 81 had almost grown tt
regard yo1 with distrust.'
Van Brugh laughed, showing hiF
dainty, pearl-white teeth under q
brown mustache.
"Never judge by appearances
he said. "Tako my word for it
Miss Hay will excuse all lack o
ceremony when she learns all"
Mr.. Van Brugh accompanied Pau
to the railway station, and saw in
of with smilingly uttered pro
fusion Of good wishes.
The best fIiend fellow evel
lad,' thought Paul as the trair
moved otf.
But he could not see the sardoniC
grin into which the curves Of the
farewell smile altered when the little
country station was left once more
to silence and loneliness.
Now" said Norton Van Brugh
81 shall have the field all to myself
Strange how fascinated / have al
lowed myself to become with mere
country girl But there certainty
is something winning in her type 0
beauty"
Bessy Hay never answered Pau
Estcott's letter; nor did the latte
once suspect that 1t was because Mr.
Van Brugh never had delivered it.
Paul, firing up under the tevered
impulse Of his old enemy, jealousy
took refuge in silence. Nor did a
long eplstle from bis Aunt Jemima,
which contained more news---possi
bic, probably and impossiblc-.hal
any government bulletin, serve f
cool the flames.
Folks say" wrote the epistolar,
spipster, "that Eliza Hay is goin.
to marry the widower, Sinclair, be
cause he's rich. There was deal 0
talk about her and that Young Vai
Brugh, but he went away all Of
sudden, folks thought II likely witt
a flea in his ear. Eliza knows pret
ty well which side her bread il but
tered on, and Sinclair can't live Ions
with that cough OF | is."
1t Was nj wonder then that vher
pretty Bessy Way made an excuse
to come to Aunt ,Jemima's and
asked wistfully and with a eertmr
quiyer in her voice il paul's lette
contained no message for her til,
elderly gossip-mongcr answered.
"Dear me, no! You didn't ex
pect to hear, did your
l,essy went back home. her Iittlt
heart as cold as lead in her bosom
She had refused Norton Val
Brugh she said "No' to Mr.. SIN
clair, in spite Of Amt Jemima'l
representations; and people begar
to wondor it pretty Bessy Hay wer,
going to be an old maid after all.