The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1881-06-28
TRI-WEEKLY EDITION.

my half finished breakfast. AS for you,
Fanny"-to the danlsel in the blue ribbons
eli you ever admit such person as that
again, l shall certainly request Mrs. Dart
Icy to discharge YOU"
Fanny tossed her head, and would have
made pert rejoinder, had she dared. for
there was not a servant in the Dartlcy
household that liked Miss Jcssamlne.
But it 80 CHANGED that Claude Dart ey
himself, looking over the morning papers,
in the library, had heard the whole inter
view, through the parlor-door that Georgia
had neglected to close.
lnvoluntariy he rose and came forward,
resolved to do what in him lay for the
healing of the cruel wound inflicted by
Georgia Jcssaminc's unwomanly words.
"Pardon me-" said he, 'but may look
at the publication you have for sale? l am
very deeply grieved that my cousin should
have treated you 80 rudcly, and
But as she glanced wlstfully up in his
face, he started back, with an exclamation
of surprise.
"Amy Horton Can it be possible"
81 did not expect to see you here, Mr..
Dartley," SAID the girl, hurricdly. u
uShCO lOI VI GuC uOuSC. ulu 1lOC
know who lived here"
"But, Amy, l don't understand this.
You-General N1arch's niece and adopted
daughter selling books for livclhoodl'
''lt does seem strange, don't it3" said
Amy with a faint smile. "But you don't
know all. Uncle March is dead, and all
his property has gone to his second wife
l was only a dependant, and could not
endure that sort Of life, SO l am striving to
MAINTAIN myself. | came to New York,
because thought l could do better here
than in smaller city, but--but am almost
discouraged"
Claude Dartley took her hand and gazed
reproachfully into her facc1
Amy" said he, "Why did you not let
me know when you were in troublc2 Had
you forgotten our old friendship"
IL thought had no right" She faltcred.
'No rtght; Amy7 Would you have let
yourself drift away from me forevcr2"
And Amy Horton hung down her bright
golden head and family mlrmurcd
81 don't know!'
MIR. Dartlcy was in the inner office of the
law chambers of Messrs. Falkland, Burgh
a. Co., that afternoon, when Miss Jessamine
rustlcd in, with strong smell of s'Jockey
Club" and a little tinkle of affected laugh
ter.
MIR. Burgh, the only representative of
The arstocratic young firm. rose and bowed
low.
''Pray excuse our cigar smoke, Mis-
Jcssamine," said lie.
"Oh, that's nothing" said Georgia, tax
ing the leather covered char that he offered
her. "l'm 50 glad that l found YOU In,
l want to pat your name down for some
tickets for aunt Bella's charity cllarades.
Very private and select. Five dollars a
ticket. And shall expect you to take at
least half a Dozen"
"Consider my limited means, Miss Jcs-
anime! pleaded the young lawyer, with Il
comical screwing up of his eyebrows.
"Oh, you Anustl" insisted Georgia, re-
lentlessly. 'l'vc undertaken to sell fifty,
and l never 60 back from my word Who's
that in the inner ollice2 Mr.. Falkland7
Whoever 1t is must give me round sub
scription."
She had just started up to 60 into the
other room, when her purpose was antici-
pated by the appearance Of her cousin
Claude on the threshold.
ooh, It's ClalIdcl" cried she radiantly.
"Well, can scarcely levy tribute upon
him, alter all he has gwen toward our
costumes and scenery"
"Stop minute, Georgia." said the young
man, quietly. "You are selling tickets
now. VIII you allow me to ask wherein
consists the difference between you and the
young lady whom you so grossly insulte,l
IN my moi hers drawing room this morning2
Will you let me repeat your very words,
'that it is highly unrcmininc to go about
peddling things, like any common, peanut
woman!'"
Georgia colorcd high.
"Claudc," stamnercd she, "I-I am
very sorry. | did not know you were
within hearing; and it was only book
agent, after all "
"Thcrc you are Mistaken" suid hlr.
Dartley, with singing colducss. cit was
Miss Amy Horton, the young lady who is
shortly to become my wife"
And Georgia Jessaminc knew that she
had committed fatal mistake. She went
back to the tumblc-down house in Mobile,
and there 81 c remains yet, too proud to
work for living; and although Amy has
written her Il kind invitation TO visit her,
Miss Jcssaminc has not the face To accept il. .