The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1880-09-08
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youth, who was just passing; lor my
own part, I'd be more likely to smlle'
and he stopped and looked long ano
admiringly ut the pretty girl spreaolng
her little bits OF lace to dry; tne1, a.
she turned toward him, he doogeo
quickly out of sight, and ut the am
moment q wandering breeze caugnt Luz
loose silk handkerchief carelessl5
knotted about his throat, bore it straight
toward Josie and dropped it at her feee,
while the owner, laughing to himself,
nassed on, unconscious Of his loss.
With a cry of delight Josie caught up
tine soft brilliant square Of silk, with its
harder of Roman colors, and in her
grateful Joy pressed it to her lips. ~,
Where could it have come from?",
she asked, aloud. "Surely some good
fairy must have dropped it,"
And then, without a thought OF LOOK
ing for an owner for it, she flew into the
house, upstairs to her little room, and
snatchcd her hat from the bedpos'
where it still hung, being pressed lnto
shape.
Josie's costume tor the lawn-party
was a great success; indeed the solt
white India muslin was the pretties'
dress there, and the old-fashioned leg
horn hat, with its trimming of two hal!
handkerchiefs of brilliant silk wount
scarf wise about it and tied in a bow on
the side, was declared to be quite the
most becoming headgear that u ever
been seen in Centreville.
There was one young gentleman there
who scarcely took his eyes from Josie
| hat for the first half hour after her ar,,
earancc On the lawn; then he seemed
to discover that her bright, dark young
face was even more attractive tiah hei
brilliantly trimmed hat.
by Jove!" thought Arthur Moor
land, Its the pretty little girl WHO
wanted to know if being kissed was q
thing to cry about. Upon my WORD
would like to make a practical demon
stration of her feelings or the subject
And that's where l lost my silk hand.
kerclief. Poor, pretty child! how glad
7 am she found it--perhaps she wouldn't
have been here but for that lucky put
of wind that blew it away. The girls
saw she's US poor as she's charming ; and
If that be true she must be poor In
deed" Az
Arthur Moorland was q rich, halt.
spoilcd child Of fashion; but his heart
was in the right place, us even his de-
tractors were obliged to admit. Sc
when he asked for IN Introduction to
Josie. and devoted himself to her tor the
rest of the day, Kate Ncwcome said IL
her sister Bessie:
Leave Arthur alone none or us
want him; he's too elegant and line
but he's q splendid fellow. And if nc
is really smitter with that dear little
Josie, what a magnificent thing it Will
be for her."
So the course of true love was per-
United to glide on with almost provok-
ing smoothness; and one day Arthur
told Josie that he couldn't live aoy
longer without her, and didn't intend to
"Oh, Arthur" fal:erel Josie, blush
ing like a June rose, whats to be done
thent for you know I'm the victim OF q
ash VOW, and I'm afraid 1t would be
wicked to break it."
"a VOW! what vow?" questioned
Arthur, turning pale.
"Well, the truth is, Arthur, the day
before | met you tound q lovely SILK
handkerchief, and it. was such an abso-
lutte god-send and rescued me from such
a quandary, that l vowed to myself
that I would marry none other than the
owner of that handkerchief, if | could
ever meet him, and he should ask
me-"
And you shall keep that VOW, my
darling-l am, or was, the owner of thai
handkerchief" and he caught the blush
ing girl in both arms.
"You-well, l halt suspected it, from
the way you looked at my hat that hrsl
and after that you took to looking at
me. you know"
Eyes, l know" laughed Arthur; and
then he made a practical effort to find
out Josic's opinion on the subj 'ct Of
being kissed, ard that young l..a;der
did not cry.