The Baltimore County union., 1881-01-08
SHE MADE A MISTAKE.

Miss Jessamine had just emerged,
yawning, from her bed room, although
the sun was five hours high and its merry
zigzags Of gold were penciling the case
ments, 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 a
very polar region, was attending her with
chocolate, Vienna bread and broiled
chickens wing.
Georgia Jessamine was on a visit to
her fathers cousin, Mrs. Dartley.-
Major Joseph Jessamine, her father, had
been well-to-do planter in Alabama
before the war, but was poor now, and
Mrs. Dartley's invitation to Georgia had
been hailed with delight.
81 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, scattering
her money to and iro with liberal hand,
and dwelt in perpetual whirl of balls,
parties, soirees and receptions. And
into this sort Of life Miss Jcssaminc
plunged, as you may have seen bee
dive joyously into the deep bill Of a
honeysuckle.
"If can only make 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 at
tanning 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, at first
and foremost among the "eligibles" on
her list, and had built sundry castles in
the air, whereof he formed the founda-
ton.
Last night at Mrs. Pcn6eld's musical,
he had been especially devoted, and Miss
Jessamine's spirits were high, as she
drank the foaming chocolate and nib.
bled at the Vienna twists. In minute,
however, blue-ribboned maid came to
the door.
"Miss Jessamine," said she, with a
little apologetic courtesy, "would you
please come down to the parlor There's
a young lady there, asking for you."
ga young ladyl" repeated Georgia,
staring at the opposite clock, which re-
corded an hour too early for fashiona-
BILE calls. "Where is her card Fanny p
"She didn't send up any card, miss. -
"Did she ask for me by name 9''
"Well, miss, she asked for my mis-
tress first, and then, when said she was
gone to Signor Arditi's to sit for her
portrait, but you were in, she said might
she see you a minute"
Georgia Jessamine glanced down a,
the folds Of her rose colored cashmere
morning wrapper, and then at the op.
posite mirror, to see IL the braids Of her
rich black hair were in good order.
al suppose must godown, said she
slowly; 'but if il should be one Of those
tiresome subscription collectors, or pat
ent dress supporter venders-"
Katy made grimace at Fanny as the
door closed behind the rustling trails ol
Miss Jessamine's rose-colored dress.
ode young missee, she done t'inl
nobody hain't no business to lib buI
herself" said she. "She's dat selhsi
de good Lord ought to ha' created Z
little glass ober her, to keep Off de res
OBJ de world"
Meanwhile, Miss Jessamine, sweeping
down stairs into the drawing room
found herself face to face with a pale