The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1872-10-03
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Kate Talbot looked at her watch,
and then ran ont into the hall to
compare its cnamclled hands with
the ponderous dial Of the old clock
on the landing, and then she looked
down the elm shadowrd perspective
of the quiet road, and took yet Il
second glance at the watch, with al
impatient sort of sigh.
S o was Il tall handsome girl, with
bright brown hair coilcl around ner
head in coronet fashion, that har
mouized with the royal way she had
Of throwing back her slender white
throat, and the stately grace of her
every mot on. Her eyes, large and
soft, Of IL peculiar hazel tint, were
full Of dreamy lan2uor, aud the
white and pink bloom Of her cheeks
betokened very plainly that she new
er had turned day into night and
night into day, after the approved
fashion of METROPOLITAN bellies. No;
Kate Talbot was n rustic beauty,
fresh and uncont,minated by the
sinister influence of city life.
Here he comes; and lie is not
alone
And within just thirty seconds
Miss Talbot was on the steps Of the
Ionic portico, ,irclining her head to
Mr.. Rossmerc Wylie, and holding
out an eager, huttering little hand
toward her father. He shook his
head.
"No letter, papa?"
None, Kay"
Rossmere's quick eye scanned
Kate's cOuntenance as she stood
there, a single roso among her dark
tresses, and one hand slightly hold
ing together the folds OF her blue
cashmere shawl. How plainly he
saw the expression Of keen disap-
pointment that lluttered across her
perfect Greek features!
Kate" said Mr. Talbot, quietly
dism mounting from his horse, "some-
how it is difficult for mo to believe
in this gay cavalier OF yours"
Papa!"
"Out Of sight, out of mind" is a
very old proverb yJu know, my dear;
and it is just possible, among the Al
fractions of IL fashionable Watering
place, thai he has forgotten the it,
tie wild tlJwer of the Wellington
hills"
Never, papa You and Ross
mere always were preindiced against
him.
Kate spoke with very genuine en-
thusasm. She believed i'll Bruce
Gaynor Just rs implicitly rs she b.
lieved in tho liquid gold of the sun
shine at her feet, and it seemed i'm
possible that any one else should for
n single second doubt his truth and
sincerity.
Rossmere Wyle looked at her with
grave intentness. Suppose-sup-
pose for an instant-that Bruce m1'
faithless He sternly checked with
in himself the upspringing throb OF
his heart Was it for HIM to bui,d
up palace of happiness on the
wreck of Kate Talbot's first love ?
"He never cared Tor her rs / do"
was the rebellious outcry of his
whole nature.
And Rossmere Wylia resovlcd to
go to Saratoga and survey the field
Tor himself
Mr.. Bruce Gayhor was walking up
and down the broad piazz., i'll the
afl flernoon sunshine. 1t was certain
" very cOnsiderate of him to give
the young ladies such fine oppor-
tunity of admiring his dark eyes and
rich Spanish complexion, and ex-
quisita figure" the glass of fas ion
and the mould of form" Bruce
felt that he WAS captivating, and
completely forgot that he had in
tended to devote that particular af
ternoon to writing to Miss Talbot
the pretty Wellington girl that hat
made such an impression upon
him.
"Haye you heard who arrived this
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