Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1874-10-28

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it all out 2 demanded the tall Cir
with the black eyes and scarlet feath
er in her hat
4 haven't the least idea.
'We found your letter to Kate-anC
we girls read it, and we resolved tc
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 turn of hel
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 g
joke 2
'Stupendous ! said our hero, gradu
ally beginning to comprehend the
mortifying fact that he was mistaken
for some one else.
what will Kate say when she sees
you here 2 calculated another maid,
merily.
'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 hugging and
kissing her, said Miss Barbara, de-
murely.
Very considerate of you, | am
sure, obserbed Mr.. Barkdale.
She's the sweetest girl in New
York. exclaimed the tall damsel, en-
Enthusiastically. 4 am one of her dear
est friends. We work our sewing
machines side by side at Madame
Grillard's. Hasn't she ever written
to you about Alice Moore {?
II don't this moment Just recall
that she has.
O, well, it don't matter, said Alice.
Just you sit down and be 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 than / am,
said Mr.. Barkdale, sinking into the
Sleepy Hollow chair, and passing his
handkerchief vaguely across his wet
forehead. well, it's q mere matter
of fate. / can't see how 1 am going
to explain myself; and yet, pehaps I
ought to explain. Ladies'
Hush-sh-sh-sh : cried the six pretty
girls, all in a Kissing chorus. 'Kate's
coming Kessie has brought her -
Hush-sh-sh-sh Don't say word,
Mr.. Greenfield The golden haired
girls hand was clapped promptly over
his mouth. Alice Moore grasped his
arm spasmodically, and the other four
danced a sort of bewitching little
feminine war dance about him, while
a seventh girl entered-a pretty,
Madonna faced little creature like q
dove.
Come and kiss him, Kate, cried all
the others. Now, don't be ridiculous
- for we shan't take any notice
Here he is =
Kiss who 2 cried Kate, standing
still and staring all around her
Girls, what on earth do you mean 2
you provoking little thing ! said
Barbara, stamping her little foot
DO you suppose we are all fools p
Why, of course we all know about
him It's Mr.. Greenfield-yorr
cousin, Kate, the young NJ. d.
Kate looked around in bewilder-
ment.
where 2
why, here !
Nothing of the sort = said Miss
Kate, demurely.
Our hero stood up, feeling himself
growing uncomfortably warm and red
Ladies, he said, there is some pecul-
lar mistake here. | said at the outset
that my name was not Greenfield
There = cried the girls at once.
There !! chorused Kate, defantly.
Didn't we tell you ! cried the girls.
Didn't l tell you 2 retorted Kate.
BE kind enough to let us know what
your name is, sir 2
'Cephas Barkdale !. said the wretch
ed victim of a misunderstanding.
But said Miss Moore, you said it
was not Greenfield.
of course I did = said the puzzled
bachelor. 1T isn't Greenfield, and it
never will be unless l have it changed
by act of Legislature
'O-h-h ! cried the girls. Dear,
dear, to be sure 'And we thought
Won were Kate's loyer-and his name