The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1874-07-17

hands.
"You needn't think we are doing all
this for you, sir" she said.
"O," said Mr.. Barkdale, bashfully,
"I-I hadn't any such impression"
cts all a surprise designed for
Hates cousin"
sis it?" said Mr.. Barkdale, more in
the dark than ever.
"And how do you suppose we found
it all out ?" demanded the tall girl with
the black eyes and scarlet feather in her
hat.
81 haven't the least idea"
eve found your letter to Kate, and
we girls read it, and resolved to take
you and her both by surprise. She is
to be here in half an hour. Barbara
that is Barbara Morris, in the blue
merino Dress" with a turn of her long
lashes toward the golden haired girl
"pretends she has moved here, and
Kate is to come and spend the evening
with Barbara. Won't it be a joke?"
"Stupendous !" said our hero. grad
ually beginning TO comprehend the
notifying fact that he was mistaken
for some one else.
What will Kate say when she sees
you here? calculated another maid,
merrily.
"Ah what indeed ?" said Mr.. Bark
dale, wondering in what words he could
best explain matters.
"Of course we shall all look the
other way while You are kissing and
hugging her." said Miss Barbara, de-
muely.
every considerate OF you, l am
sure observed Mr.. Barkdaie.
"She's the sweetest girl in New
York." exclaimed the tall damsel, en-
Enthusiastically. 81 am II of her dear
est friends. We work our sewing-ma-
chimes SHE by side at Madame Grill
ards. Hasn't she ever written to you
about Alice Moore
"I-I don't Just at this moment re-
call that she has,"
go, well, it doesn't matter" said
Alice. Just you sit down, and be a
good boy, while We fix the tables.
Aren't those roses beautiful? My
goodness gracious, how astonished Kate
will be :"
"She can't be more SO thar / am"
said Mr.. Barkdale, sinking into the
Sleedy-Hollow chair, and passing his
hand vaguely across his forehead.
"Well, it's a mere matter of fate /; l
can't See how Tn going to explain my
self and yet, perhaps l ought to ex-
plain. Ladies'"
"Hush-sh-sh-sh ~ cried the six pref
ty girls, all in a kissing chorus
"Kate's coming Bessie has brought
her. Rush-sh-sh Don't say a word,
Mr.. Greenfield" The golden-haired
girls hand was clapped firmly over his
mouth, Alice Moore grasped his arm
systematically, and the other four
danced a sort of bewitching little femi-
nine war-dance about him, while a
seventh girl entered-a pretty, Ma
donna-faced little creature like a dove.
"Come and kiss him, Kate" cried
all the others. "Now don't be ridicu-
lous, for we shan't take any notice.
Here he is !"
"Kiss who" cried Kate, stand
ing still, and staring all around her.
"Girls, what on earth do you mean? ,"
"You provoking thing ~ said Barba-
ra, stamping her little foot. "Do you
suppose We are all fools? Why, of
course, We know all about himl It's Mr..
Greenield-,your cousin, Kate-the
yonng NJ. DE- .
Kate looked around in bewilder-
ment.
"Where ?"
"Why, here!"
"Notbing Of the sort !" said Miss
Kate, demurely.
Our hero stood up, feeling himself
growing uncomfortably warm and red.
Ladies'" he said, "there's some
mistake here. 1 said at the outset that
my name was not Greenfield"
"There p cried the girls at once.
"There !" echoed Kate, detiantly.
didn't We tell you?" cried the
girls.
didn't l tell you?" retorted Kate.