Smyrna times., 1881-06-22
She Made a Mistake.

Miss Jessamine had just emerged yawn-
ing, from her bedroom although the sun
was five hours high and its merry zig-zags
of gold were penciling the easements, after
a 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.
Georgia Jessamine was on visit to her
fathers cousin, Mrs. Dartley Major JOS
Jessamine, her father, had been a well-to-
do planter In Alabama before the war, but
was poor now, and Mrs. Dartley's invita-
ton to Georgia had been hailed with
delight
Il only wish she had asked me. too"
said the Major.
So Georgia Jessamine was supplied with
an elegant wardrobe and sent 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, parties,
sOirees, and receptions. And into this
sort of life Miss Jessamine plunged, as
you may have seen a bee dive joyously
into the deep bill of a honeysuckle.
eff l can only make a good match in
New York, never need go back to that
tumble-down house in Mobile" said Miss
Jessamine to herself.
And, thus pOndering, she devoted the
entire energies of her nature to the attain
ment of the aforesaid "good match"
Claude Dartley, her cousin, came under
that head. Claude was handsome, witty,
and wealthy. But Georgia was a little
afraid of Claude. She never could quite
understand whether he was laughing at
her or not. But, in spite of all that, she
smiled sweetly on Claude, as first and fore
most among the "eligbles' on her list
and had built sundry castles in the air
whereof he formed the foundation.
Last night, at Mrs. Penields musicale
he had been especially devoted, and Miss
Jessamine's spirits were high, as she drank
the foaming chocolate and nibbled at the
Vienna twists. In a minute, however, q
blue ribboned maid came to the door,
Miss Jessamine," said she with a little
apologize courtesy would you please
come down to the parlor? There's a young
lady there, asking for YOU"
"A young ladyP" repeated Georgia
staring at the opposite clock, which recor
ded an hour too early for fashionable calls
"Where is her card, FannieP"
"She didn't send up any card, Miss"
Did she ask for me by name?"
"Well, miss, she asked for my mlstres
first, and then, when said she was gOn,
to Signor Arditi's to sit for her portrait
but you were in, she said might she Sc
you minute"
Georgia Jessamine glanced down at tn
folds of her rose-colored cashmere mOrnin
wrapper, and then at the opposite mirror
to see if the braids of her rich black hal
were in good order.
81 suppose must go down." said she
slowly; "but if it should be one of thos
tiresome subscription collectors, or paten
dress-suppOrter venders-"
Kate made a grimace at Fanny rs tn
door closed behind the rustling trails {
Miss Jessamine's rose-colored dress.
De young misses, she done t'ink nobod
hain't no business to lib but herself" sal
she. "She's dat selfish de good LoT
10 ought to ha' created little glass ober hC
IS to keep off de rest oh de world.n
Meanwhile, Miss Jessamine, sweepin
:, down stairs into the drawing-room, foun
f" herself face to face with pale lovely gir
in rather shabby mourning, who carried
morocco traveling-bag, and held two
~ three volumes in her other hand
HDid YOU ask for me ?" she demande
nd spperciliously.
NV The young lady bowed.
II have undertaken the agency Of
new publication, /" said she, hqrriedly, az
ina NOT without embarrassment, HLanC
s# Life of Martha Washington'-and shou
} be happy to put down your name Us
q subscriber, l@
10. The price is-"
pray don't trouble yourself to 90 on
said Georgia, coldly. never subscribe
4 any such thing. And think it the heig
q of insolence for you to come here, pushi
yourself into the presence of your sun,