The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1881-06-28
She Made u Mistake.

DIV huVC u nllSNunC'
Miss Jessamine had just emerged yawn-
ing, from her bedroom, although the sun
was five hours high and It's merry zlg-zags
of gold were pencling the easements, after
pattern which no artist under heaven
could hope to initiate.
And Kitty, the colOrcd maid who had ac-
companlcd her mistress from Mobile and
regarded this northern climate rs very
polar region, was attending her with choco-
late, Vienna bread, and broilcd chickens
wing.
Georgia Jcssaminc was on a visit to her
fathers cousin, Mrs. Dartley. Major Joseph
Jcasamine, her father, had been q well to-
DO planter in Alabama before the war, but
was poor now, and Mrs. DarLlcys invita-
ton to Georgia had been hailed with de-
light.
~ only wish she had asked me, too, !"
said the major.
SO Georgia Jcssamine was supplied with
an elegant wardrobe und sent north to seek
her fortune.
Mrs. Dartlcy 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, soirccs,
and receptions. And into this sort of life
Miss Jcssaminc plunged, as you may have
seen bee dive joyousy into the deep bill
Of a honcysuckle.
''1f can only make good match in
New York, l never need 90 back to that
tumble-down house in Mobile" said Miss
Jessaminc to herself.
Aud, 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 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 ''eligiblcs' OH her list,
and had built sundry castles in the air,
whereof he formed the foundation.
Last night. at Mrs. Penicld's musicale,
he had been especially devoted, and Miss
Jessamine's spirits were high. as she drank
the foaming chocolate and nibblcd ut the
Vienna twists. In a minute, however,
blue ribboncd maid came to the door.
''Miss Jcssamine," said she with little
apologetic courtesy, "would you please
come down to the paror7 There's a young
lady there, asking for you."
"a young lady2" repeated Georgia, star
ing at the opposite clock, which recorded
an hour too early for fashionable calls.
"Whcrc is her card, Fanny2'
''She didn't send up any card, MISS"
Did she ask for me by namc2"
"Well, miss, she asked for my mistress
first, and then, when l said she was gone
to Signor Ardii's to sit for her portrait,
but you were IN, she said might she sec
you minute"
(Ionruin Jnooo,,,ino fr1nnonl ,t
folds of her rose. colOrcd cashmere morning
wrapper, and then at the opposite mirror,
TO see IL the braids of her rich black ha:r
were in good order.
81 suppose must go down." said she,
slowly; 'but If 1t should be one of those
tircsomc Subscription collectors, or patent
dress-supportcr vendcrs-"
Katy made grimacc at Fanny as the
door closed behind the rustling trails of
Miss Jcssamlne's rose -colJrcu dress.
"De young msscc, she done t'ink nobody
hAln't no business to lib but herself" said
she. ''She's dat selfish dc good Lord
ought to ha' created little glass obcr her
to keep off dc rest OBJ dc world"
Meanwhile, Miss Jcssamlnc, sweeping
down stairs into the drawng-room, found
herself face to lace with pale. lovely, girl
in rather shabby mourning, who carried
morocco travcling-bag, and held two or
three volumes in her other hand.
"Did you ask far mc2" she demanded,
superciliously.
The young lady bowed.
~ have undertaken the agency OF new
publication, said she, hurricdly, and not
without cmbarrassmcnt--. Glands Life of
Martha Washington should be happy
to put down your name as a subscriber,
The price is"
''Pray don't trouble yourself to go on"
said Georgia., coldly. IL never subscribe
to any such thing. And l think 1t the
height of insolencc for you to come here,
pushing yourself into the presence of your
supcrlors on such a prctcxt as thisl How
40 know that you arc not one of those
sneak-thlcves, who make your way into
peoples houses in order to carry off their
valuable paror ornamcnts2"
The young lady had colorcd scarlet at
first and then grew deadly pale.
'hliss Jessamine" she SAID.
'sl'hat will do" tartly interpased the
naughty Georgia. III don't care about en-.
tering into any discussion with you. At
all events. 1t is highly unfcminine to 90
about pcddling things, like any common
peanut woman And l beg you will not
repeat it in this house."
She pointed impeliously to the open door,
and poor Amy Horton, who, among all the
slights and snubs incident to reduced
means, had never yet received verbal cas-
tigation equal to this, hurried from her
presence with cheeks afamc and eyeids
wet with unshcd tears.
"There!' said Miss Jessamlne to herself,
as she went up stairs again; III think I've
paid her oil for bringing me away from