Orangeburg times. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1872-1875, 1874-08-27
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.@So b9Sop sayUssb ASs tJle lSnOWer came
down. It had been rainy morning,
the drops filtering playfulTy through
the clouds, interspersed with dazzling
outbursts of sunshine, ,Sbut now. q peit,8
ing, merciless torrent rushed sharply
downward. gathering vehemence from
past delay. ft'sH ,sS's
And there stool Bessy in the midst
Of i, one, pretty, foot stretched doubt
fully outward to feel for O steppinp-
stone midst the torrent that t;;swept f'oFerj
the crossing.
stQdite by accident, fof course, young
Brownley, dawdliDg at the depot, in
doubt whether to take the next train,
caughtIsight. of this vision, as he drum
med with idle fingers on Che gray green
panes Of sthe waiting room. It was
quite by Incident also, Of course, that
IN second after this he was crossing
the street little further up, armed
with big umbrella. As Bessy, still
doubtful, glanced ruefully about to
see if she could reach the nearest tree,
or had better brave it out, this stranger,
picking hisyway through the mud and
wet, stood by her side. -
easNowswes all know that it does moi. do
for woman to overstep conventional
limits; she must keep to the bars of
her gilded cake, and twittar happily
behind them. To allow gentleman
to speak to her without an introduction,
evth If he were on a raft, while she
foated by, going politely to the bot
ton, would be thing of very doubtful
etiquette. But down came the shower,
and there stood Bessy with an umbrel-
Ia, Under some circumstances, it must
be. owned, conventionalism makes O
poor show beside savageism, and young
Io.,r Al.
savage lingering about him, proferedg
his umbrella. It was promptly accepted
by the girl who had evidently far less
regard for the proprieties of life than
ferhers dripping dress. z.,.,,,.-s.S...,ss....,.
"Oh, dear I" she said, it's COM
pletelys sspoiled, / suppose. This is the
second time L have started out to see.
poor little Tom, and been stopped by the
rain. hope it won't rain this way every
after noon" e Is 4, -, ~ :,
ct almost hope that. it WILL" said.
her companion, glancing at the bright,
flushed face beside him. ST always
carry an umbrella"
Now it must be confessed that this
commendable prudence and foresight
had sprnng up in the. young man within
the last ten minutes. But what of that?
Reforms must begin at some time, Ipre-
sumo.
have observed that, as rule, most
heroes of romance are we'll provided
for. They have O higher sphere of
troubles than fthe mere harasslnent of
looking for bread and butter. And
right enough it should be 30, say I. It
is q pity if we can not have O place
refuge, between book covers ut leasts,
where the contemplate commonplace
of life is not thrust upon us. Ali hail
to the heroes with rich uncles and old
aunts, and good-humored mole-eyedl
grandmothers, and forthcoming lega-
cies I'm sorry can't place my hero
among them; but he's an intensely
every day fellow, not fit for such high
society. He h1sn t'even a distant rela-
tive in India with one foot in the grave.
The fact is, the youth had actually
come up to Evansville looking for la
situation in the big country store of
Vandcr & CO., and what is more, he'd
But here, however, with the incorrigi.
along beside Reasy. and forgot all abont
it. He expected to leave her at some
cottage gate near by, and SO he did
presently. A pretty low rooted house
stood just In sight, with q row Of red
and white hollyhocks nodding up to its
ewes. a scariet-runner dripping and
shining in the shower, half hid little
window facing on the lane, wherein a
fantastic assemblage of spools, beads,
and iarsof confectionery looked out with
an eye to trade. g.Ss4
The girl flung open the gate.
Won't you come imp she said.
"A1nt Polly will be glad to sec YOU"
No, thank you," said the young
man, staring stupidity after her, as she
disappeared among tho hollyhocks.
"Lives there, does she?" lie said,
contemplating fhe tiny shop window
I'm TOO late for the train to-day.
Gqesa call in tomorrow. Wonder if
they keep fishing lines pr 4es "
Inc next morning, after. lounging
about-the village, and trying vaii,iy tS
get sense of his situation, or rather
want of one, young Brownley brushed
mis- coat with extraordinary care.
-, NoisignsEof show to-day" i,e said,
as he strolled up the road. Wonder
If I'd better take tho train"
And with that he turned up the lane
toward the little shop. A clean old
woman, in a wide. .frilled cap and wrink-
led face, eat rocking herself in the
doorway. She looked mp as the gate.
latch clicked "a great at pnrring cat her
feet rose sleepily, curling IT'S tail, as the