The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1873-02-22

splats sir. thal,aid SIlsss | siaad
uhlii yoa INTRODUCES me
"rm pretty vel. NJ" Bafbr,f
ansssfel Lacy. hssatasiaglJ, rsils
hsf vistful hazel eyes dropped be
meath thsir White lpls. Asd then,
psfesiviug ihe sSigsneiss OF The casc
she added, rather uns.lllngly "Nisi
Rookbury. lst ma present 10 you
Mr Severn, gcutlsnan sho board.
al our hcuar.
Sir swefn lifted bic hat SONS
what hsughrily, sad pf.'d on With
Lucy, Tor Nj" Barby bad stepped
aside by this time, fully satisfied.
l}ut size heard him say, whsn he
faneied himself out OF hearing:
GLOW ever came you TO be &C.
quaiutod with such an old maid,
a,a belle Lvcasf'
And Lucy laughed, q soft little
vocal murmur, like the tripping Of
brook over mossy stones.
Mas Barbara never forgot that
laugh. Ma belle Lucille, indeed" !"
she soliloquizod. II wonder what
my line genteman's wifo would say
t) this promising tlrt,tion. | won
der Lucy BroWnson isn't ashamed OF
herself. II she was my daughter
my sister, | mean-Td shut her up
tor q week on bread and water, the
b old faced little mink. with her curls
aud her rod cheeks. | wonder what
serspta Browuson and her husband
are thinking about. guess their
iine city bosrdsrs II bring 'em to
grief vet. Any way, l mean to keep
an eye on Mrs. Sevsrn's husband
and Lucy Drownson!'
And Miss Barbara Rookbury's
"eys" was fully equal to any dc.ec-
tive in the service.
The summer wore away, the sui
try gorgeousnsss Of the August sun
sets faded out, and the light Sep
tember froAts began, here and there,
to touch the upland woods with
wands Of flame aud gold-and still
Miss Barbars kept her eye on Lucy.
! And by the time she had acc 1mula-
ted evsidence enough to convict
hslf.a-dozen damsels of the high
crime and misdomeanor of firta'
tion. .ts .it'.t..
| 1t was still, bslmy evening in
the early autumn, with full moon
Just rising, like = translucent globe
OF pearl above the purple glsns,
when Miss Barbara, coming heme
from the village with a bandbox
full OF artificial flowers, heard famil.
lar footsteps on tho mossy path, and
secreted herself behind tfemulous
screen Of grapc-vines that swung
from the boughs of an old oak.
"It'a Lucy and that scamp Severn
again. thought Miss Barbara, "and
now's my chance. ! do think hif
poor wife ought to know
1t was Lucy, ler sweet face oil
| flushed and smiling in the moon
Hight, and one hand resting lightly
OH Mr.. Ssvern's arm. Miss Barbara
listened, holding her breath As she
did 40. .ap sl
II tell you, Lucy said the gem
tleman, stopping ahruptly--so near
that IIucy's dress brushed agains,
Miss I3arby's bnndhoy Of artificia
howers--"I cannot live upon unesr.
iainty any longer You ARE no co.
qhetts, dsarest, surely
NO coqpette.' thought tho bor'
rihed ,plnstcr, "lf she's not that, TC
Just like to know wha. she ia ! Dear
est, indeedl" nl
"Yes; but, Charles, am only ,
poor little country girl, and you arr
80 far above me-
r "That's true enough mental,
commented Miss Barbara. "Ant
she calling him "Chsrles,'
a. truce to tins trifing, Lucy
|, he said, with tender impatisncc :"
only ask you one thing-one ques
tion--do you love ms!'
"You know I love you, Charles.
~Mercey upon us". thought Mis-
], Barbara, with eyes rolled up An
upliltcd hands, "what is the worl
coming tory
Lucy stole her arm genil..
through his, and they passed er
across the chequered play Of tn
moonlight on moss and leaf an
: forest path, leaving Miss Barbar
= in state more easily imagined tba
= described.
Al any duty's plain as a pike sta
\ now, il / couldn'tfairly see il afore,
!, croaks sd the old maid TO herself, .
!, she crept away through the tragrar
: SILENCE Of the woods, utterly inser
"a ,ible OF Natures grand illnminati,l
;. around her. @l'll tell that poor il
. jursd wife to-morrow---how she CO
:, ! be blinded so long, | don't see--an
!, # there amt a divorce case in II
papers afore long, my namos n,
!, Barbara Rookbury." m
Il Miss Barbara was as good as b
" word. The dew drops OIL the me
;, dow grass had scarcely dried ava
4 the next morning before she was tai
- piag resolutcly At Mrs. Severn
door. ,s Tfs bag i
er Tho young wife opened it, in
n- very becoming 6dishabille of bl'
n. chambery and losstted slippers.
q "Miss Rookburyw m
:. .Ycs it's me, Mrs. Severn. T.
Id got s,metl ing very particular
q tell YOU har ea saa
Barbara edged heselfinto the 81
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