The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1880-09-15
ster hotels at night, when the
German was in full career.

merely to study my tellow-crea
tures!' said Mr.. Russet, as he
adjusted his eyeglasses.
! Such a delightful study! sale
! Miss Gushington Gordon: who
! blazed with Jewels, and wore long
trained skirts, such as Mr.. Russej
never had beheld at Raspberry
! Vale.
Miss Gushington Gordon had
the best rooms at the house, the
largest wardrobe, and the most
brilliant necklaces. Rumor called
her q great heiress, and Mr.. Rus
set found her very agreeable.
She had big, purple-blue eyes
hair of the real Roman gold, a
complexion which was undeniably
work of art, and soft languid
voice, whose syllahles dropped
from her lips like globules of silver
Life is such vacuum! said
Miss Gushington Gordon.
MY experience exactiy!' said
the young theological student,
who was fast losing his head.
AT least corrected the beauty,
4 have always found it so until
now. But your grand grasp of
subjects, your reading of the book
of existence has somehow awaken"
ed me to q new sense Of things!
Mr.. Russet grew red to the very
roots Of his hair, with pleasura-
bic tingling.
4 am but too proud he stam-
mered, if 7 have succeeded in
unraveling any problem which,
'Oh!' cried Miss Gushington
Gordon, have I said too much ?
Pray, pray forgive my impulsive.
ness! | am the creature Of emo
toni
She put out little, sparkling
hand with bewitching frankness
to the spectacled student. Mr.
Russet gave it q gentle pressure.
and forgot to drop it again.
That was the first day that be
omitted to write to little Penelope
Joyce, at the red farmhouse in
Raspberry Vale.
She won't be so foolish 40 20
expect letter by every mall he
said, q little impatientlY.
At the end ofsix weeks he camo
home. Pennie met him at the
railway station, with her diznpled
lips put up for a kiss.
1 may as we'll tell you, at once,
Pennie-' be began.
But just then Deacon Oberne
came up, with that vice-like band
grip Of his, and there was no
chance to say moro until they
parted at the roads by the
mill.
Perhaps it is just rs WELL said
the theological! student to himself
I'll write to her that have
changed my mind, and engaged
myself to Antoinette Gushington
Gordon. l ought to have written
from Saratoga, but one breads to
send such letter.
Mr.. Russet felt as if he had
behaved very like a scoundrel,
now that he was removed from
the magnetic influence Of the
heiress and her jewels.
But of course be pleaded,
before the tribunal Of his own
conscience, "a man devoted to my
profession should select the sphere
in which be can do the most good.
And with Antoinette's wealth and
position, I am morally certain Of
rapid advance ir the world
But somehow the letter would
not get itself written. ITO do q
contemplate action, is one thing,
to confess it boldly to ones fellow
creatures, is another.
Two or three days passed, and
still Reuben Russet could not
bring himself to tell Pennie Joyce
about the Saratoga heiress, with
the purple-blue eyes and the low,
silver-syllabled voice.
Pennie watched him, wistfuIly
He is changed she admitted
To herself; but of course | could
hardly expect him always to be
Just the same. Cnly-only-
And the tears came into Pennies
eyes, she scarcely knew why
and she blamed herself for beiug g
such foolish little goose
But, one sultry summer evening
Mr.. Russet did force himself te