Smyrna times., 1881-06-22


The young lady had colored scarlet ut
first and then grew deadly pale.
Miss Jessamine-" she said
"That will do tartly interposed the
naughty Georgia. Il don't care about
entering into any discussion with you.
At all events, it is highly unfeminine to
go about peddling things, like any COM
mon peanut woman! And beg you will
not repeat it in this house"
She pointed imperiously to the open
door, and poor Amy Horton, who, among
all the sights and snubs incident to redu-
ced means, had never yet received
verbal castigatiOn equal to this, hurried
from her presence with cheeks aAame and
eyelids wet with unshed tears.
"There!' said Miss Jessamine to herself
as she went up stairs again; - think I've
paid her off for bringing me away from
my half-fnished breakfast. AS for you,
Fanny"-to the damsel in the blue rib
bons-"i if you ever admit such person as
that again, shall certainly request Mrs
Dartley 10 dischage YOU"
Fanny tossed her head, and would have
made pert rejoinder, had she dared, for
there was not servant i'll the Dartley
household that liked Miss Jessamine
But it SO chanced that Claude Dartley
himself, looking over the morning papers.
in the library, had heard the whole inter,
view, through the parlordoOr that Georgia
had neglected to close.
Involuntary he rose and came forward,
resolved to do what in him lay for the
healiAg of the cruel wound inflicted by
Georgia Jessamine's unwOmanly words.
Pardon me-" said he, but may look
at the publication you have for sale?
am very deeply grieyed that my cousin
should have treated you so rudely, and
But as she glanced wistfully up in his
face, he started back, with an exclamation
of surprise.
Amy Horton. Can it be possible"
II did not expect to see you here, Mr.
Dartley," said the girl, hurriedly. Iasked
for the lady of the house. did not know
who lived here"
But, Amy | don't understand this
You-General Marchs niece and adopted
da4ghter-sellipg books for livelihood =;
1T does seem strange, don't it?" said
Amy with faint smile. But you don't
know all. Uncle March is dead and all
his property has gone to his second wife.
1 was only dependant, and / could not
endure that sort of life, so l am striving to
maintain myself l came to New York,
because thought l could do better here
than in a smaller cits. but-but | am
almost discouraged"
Claude Dartley took her hand and gazed
reproachfully into her face.
Amy said he why did you not let me
know when you were in trouble? Had
you forgotten our old friendship?"
Il thought had no right" she falter-
ed.
No right, Amy? Would you have let
yourself drift away from me forever?"
And Amy Horton hung down her bright
golden head and family murmured:
g don't knowr'
Mr.. Dartley was in the inner office Of
the law chambers of Messrs. Falkland
Burgh & Co., that afternoon, when Miss
Jessamine rustled in, with a strong smell
of Jockey Club" and a little tinllle o
affected laughter ..
Mr.. Burgh, the only representative o
the aristocratic young firm, rose ant
bowed low.
- Pray excuse our cigar smoke, Mis-.
Jessamine," said he.
"Oh, that's nothing, said Georgia, taking
the leather covered chair that he Offered
her. I'm SO glad that found you in.
want to put your name down for som,
tickets for aunt Bella's charity charades
Very private and select. Five dollars
ticket. And 1 shall expect you to take a
least half dozen"
Consider my limited means, Miss Jes
samine pleaded the young lawyer, witt
a comical screwing up of his eyebrows.
ooh, you must y insisted Georgia re
lentlessly. 1--WE undertaken to sell fifty
and / never go back from my word
Who's that in the inner ofIlceY Mr.. Falk
) land Whoever it is must give me a roun,
subscription"
, She had just started up to go into tn
other room, when her purpose was antici
pated by the appearance of her cousin
3 Claude on the threshold.
: "Oh, it's Claude!" cried she radiantly
:, "Well, I can scarcely levy tribute upol
him, after all he has given toward our cos
tunes and scenery"
, "Stop a minute, Georgia." said tn
e young man. quietly. "You are sellin
t tickets now. Will you allow me to as
wherein consists the difference betwee
e you and the young lady whom you $
# grossly insulted in my mothers drawing
room this morning? Will you let me r,
Y peat your very words, that it is highl
q unfeminine to go about peddling thing
q like any common peanut womanm
= Georgia colored high.
"Claude," stammered she. "I-I al
g very sorry. l did not know you wei
q within hearing and it was only boo
!, agent, after all"
q " There you are mistaken," said M
u partley, with singing coldness. at WI
Miss Amy Horton, the young lady who
4, shortly to become my wife" ~.
And Georgia Jessamine knew she hs
committed q fatal mistake She we