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away in high indignation; but Kate laid

away in high indignation; but Kate laid
her hand on his arm.
~ beg pardon, Warren. really. didn't
mean to laugh; but Pm struck c0mioal
excuse the slang; learned it from
you. But how did you ever manage to
say all that in one breath, and look 80
dignitied, too? So my handsome cousin
is capable of something more than small
talk and firtation-there, now, Warren,
indeed / do not wish to indulge in a
quarrel tonight. Tell me in what way
/ have been SO very rude, and will Try
and make amends for it," said Kate pen
itently.
II think there is no need Of my tell
ing you, Kate. Why did you not pre-
sent me to-nightw
because l thought it would displease
you, sir; with all my rudeness, gener-
ally do as l am told" answered Kate
saucily.
"Thought it would displease me?
What are you trying to say, Kate?"
"Simply this; Mr.. Warren Brinton
strictly enjoined me this afternoon, not
| to introduce his royal highness to such
an humble individual as Jerushy Jemi-
my jenkins, and of course like a duti-
full cousin obeyed."
Mr.. Barton gave long whistle and
looked up at the stars. For once in his
lie Warren Brinton felt dreadfully un-
comfortable. "Why the deuce can't
Kate say something, instead of standing
sealedw thought Warren.
"You really don't mean it. Katef"
81 really do mean it, Warren.u
"But, you know it will look SO queer.
sort OF thing"
II don't see nything queer about it,u
answered Kate decidedly.
tHow stupid you are, coz. Don't Won
see-oh, confound it all. Come, Kate, if
you have no objection, wish to be pre-
Drawing his cousins arm through his,
they entered the parlor, and Warren
Brinton was his easy elegant self once
more.
"Miss jenkins, allow me to present my
cousin, Mr.. Warren Brinton. Warren,
this is Jerushy Jemimy Jenkins, of
whom you have heard me speak SO
often."
"Why need Kate repeat that horrible
name in fullP thought Warren.
But as he looked down on the sweet
face before him, he thought, shakespeare
must be right after ALI" and as ne
listened to the sweet voice he felt the
! blood tingle in his veins as it had never
done before, and Warren Brinton knew
he was in love-head and heels in love,
as Kate expressed it-with Jerushy
Jemimy jenkins.
Weeks rolled away, and the summer
months were drawing to close, when
one moonlight night, while out for
promenade on the lawn, Warren BTinten
asked Miss Jenkins to be his wife.
The little hand he held in his warm
clasp turned cold as ice, and the quiv-
ering lids dropped over the sorrowful
dark eyes.
"say yes, my darling, and make me
the happiest Of men,"
"Oh, can not Do not ask. me 7 must
have time; and in few days when you
know all, Warren, l am. sure you will
despise me-"
''DeSpise you, my love, neverl Moth
ing in this world, il can prevent it, will
| come between u.s."
Later in the day Kate and her friend
and cousin were seated on the porch in
conversation, when young man, who
had dismounted from his horse, came
hurrying up the steps.
"Is Mrs. Beatrix Emerson here? All,
l beg pardon for intruding, madam" he
said, respectfully, addressing Miss Jen-
Ed. Carlton opened his brown eyes in
wonder and Warren Brinton fairly rose
from his seat, and stared-first at the
newcomer, and then at Miss Jenkins.
He had called Miss Jenkins Mrs. Bea-
| trix Emerson.
Surely there must be some mistake.
But why did NOT Miss jenkins correct
him, instead of extending her hand for
| that letter.
r IL 4
died the horse and rode over with it my
SELF"
"rhank you, Sam; 1 will not forget
your Kindness"
And Sam took his departure, without
the slightest idea Of the astonishment he
had created.
Ed. Carlton looked over at Lillian, and
guessed the truth at once. He tried
hard to keep from laughing as he saw
poor Kate grasp friendly book that was
lying near, and pretended to be deep in
its contents.
| After the first shock was over, Warren
fairs; Miss jenkins and BeatriX, the
charming young widow, were one and
the same person. And there she sat,
quietly reading her letter-this widow
That he had dreaded meeting, and whom
Kate was eyerlastingly plaguing him
about. How handsome she was, and, oh,
how silly all his petty speeches about
widows seemed to him now!
| To use his own elegant allegorical Ian
guage, he has been "sold-sold badly"
from beginning to end; but, as excite
ment was something foreign to MIR. War.
rem Brinton's nature, he settled himself
on the rustic bench, waiting patiently
for the next move, and determining in
his own mind not to let Kate have it all
her own way.
"Why can't Warren say something, in.
stead Of looking 80 awful white and in.
differentW thought Kate, ready to cry.
"Warren, hope you are not very an.
gry?" said Kate, yenturing look al
Warren. But there was no answer.
This reused Kate, and she was hel
own audacious self once more.
"Anyway, il you are, don't care; only
don't blame Beatrix, for it's all my do
ings. You know, my dear coz, you
threatened to 60 away If the widow
came: and, as could not do without my
darling Trixy, nor likewise my darling
} Warren, 1 was obliged to adopt this ruse
, And, oh, how we have enjoyed ourselves