The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-08-27
A woMAN's MISTAKE.

lVI ed, yawning, rom her bedroom,
although the sun was five hours high
and its merry zigzag of gold were pencil
ing the easements, after pattern which
no artist under heaven could hope to
initiate.
And Kitty, the colored maid who had
accompanied her mistress from Mobile,
and regarded this Northern climate as
very Polar region, was attending her
with chocolate, Vienna bread and
broiled chickens wing.
George Jessamine was on visit to
her fathers cousin, Mrs. Dartley. Maj.
Joseph Jessamine, her father, had been
a wellto-do planter in Alabama before
the war, but he was neither more nor
less, at present, than genteel beggar,
and Mrs. Dartley's invitation to Georgia
had been hailed with delight.
81 only wish she had asked me, too,"
said the major.
So Georgia Jessamine was supplied
with an elegant wardrobe purchased
mostly on credit) and went North, to
seek her fortune.
Mrs. Dartley was rich widow, who
lived in handsome house, scattered her
money to and fro with liberal hand and
dwelt in a perpetual whirl of balls, par
ties, soirees and receptions. And into
this sort of life Miss Jessamine plunged,
as you may have seen bee dive joyous
ly into the deep bill of honeysuckle.
elf can only make a good match
here in New York, never need go back
to that tumble-down old house in Mo-
bile, said Miss Jessamine to herself.
And, thus pondering, she devoted the
entire energies of her nature to the at
tainment of the aforesaid good match.
Claude Dartley, her cousin, came un-
der that head Claude was handsome,
witty and wealthy. But Georgia was
little afraid of Claude. She never could
quite understand whether he was laugh
ing at her or not. But, in spite of all
that, she smiled sweetly on Claude, as
first and foremost among the eligi-
bles'' on her list, and had built many
castles in the air, whereof he formed the
foundation.
Last night,at Mrs. Penfield's musicale
he had been especially devoted,a and Miss
Jessamine's spirits were high, as she
drank the foaming chocolate and nib
bled at the Vienna twists.
In a minute, however, blue-ribboned
maid came to the door.
Miss Jessamine," said she, with a
little apologetic courtesy, "would you
please come down to the parlor :? There
is young lady there, asking for you"
ga young lady?" repeated Georgia,
staring at the opposite clock, which re-
corded an hour too early for fashionable
calls. Where is her card, Fanny ?"
s" She didn't send up any card, miss, 7"
replied the maid.
,'' Did she ask for me by name ?"
Well, miss, she asked for my mis-
tress first, and then, when 1 said she
was gone TO Signor Arditi's to sit for a
portrait, but you was in, she said might
she see you minute"
Georgia Jessamine glanced down at
the folds of her rose-colored cashmere
morning wrapper, and then at the oppo-
site mirror, to see if the braids of her
rich black hair were in good order.
=" 1 suppose 1 must go down." said
she, slowly; but if it should be one of
those tiresome subscription collectors, or
patent dress-supporter venders--"
Katy made grimace at Fanny as the
door closed behind the rustling trails OF
Miss Jessamine's rose-colored dress.
Z" DE young missee, she don't t'nk no.
body hain't no business to lib but her.
SELF" said she. She's dat selfish de
good Lord ought to have created little
glass globe ober her, to keep off de rest
of de world.7
Meanwhile, Miss Jessamine, sweeping
down the stairs into the drawing-room
found herself face to face with a pale
levely girl, in rather shabby mourning
who carrieda morocco traveling-bag and
held two or three volumes in her other
hand.
:" Did you ask for me ?" she demand
ed, superciliously.
The young lady bowed
81 have undertaken the agency of
new publication" said she, hurriedly
and not without embarrassment =
g Lanes Life of Martha Washington
and should be happy to put down you
name as a subscriber. The price is-''
" Pray don't trouble yourself to g
on" said Georgia, coldly. "I neve