The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1881-01-05

But Kitty resolutely shook her
head.
NO said she, Il shall stay at
home and pick gooseberrics for
+: JAM
But, instead Of picking goose
! berries she INDUCED in hearty
cry, when Matilda and her pony
were out of sight.
He don't care for me- said she
to berself, 'and I'm determined |
won't care for him ! He shall
find out I'm not one Of the senti-
mental damsels we read of in
books who die of unrequited
; love.
And Kitty Crawford dashed
the salt spray off her eyelashes,
and went out to feed the downy
little chickens, which were peep
ing about the kitchen doorstone
like so many animated balls Of
yellow velvet.
, And there was butter 20 work
over and to pack down in huge
stone jars; and the blue muslin
dress, with its multitudinous little
frills and founces TO iron and
then her brother Pbilo came in
with linen duster that must be
mended before be could Set forth
on his daily walk to the postoflce !;
and old Mrs. Dodge sent over to
see if Miss Kitty would make a
bowl Of jelly to tempt the failing
appetite Of her consumpti7e
daughter F.; and the brood of
young turkeys wondered off into
the wheat-felds, and had to be
coaxed home again so that it
was quite dark before Kitty re-
mem mbered the gooseberries for
the morrow's jam-dark with
electric masses of purple-black
clouds piled up against the sky,
and ominous mutterings Of thun-
der in the air.
Il do believe its going to rain,
said Kitty, despairingly, 'and my
gooseberries are not picked YETI
And with quick motion she
caught PhiI's hat and duster from
the hatrack, and sped down into
The cool, secluded greenery Of the
garden, where a neighbor's huge
pear-tree droopod over the stone
wall on one side, and the hedge of
gooseberry bushes grew below.
But as the green balls Of sweet
ness rained down into her basket,
she became conscious of a rustllng
in the pear boughs beyond where
huge hammock swung.
Some Of Mrs. Pecks city board
ers are there said Kitty to her
self; 'but l won't notice EN-
But she colored celestial rosy
red under the broad brim of her
brothers Manila hat, when she
recognized the sound of Parke
Cameron's low and rather languid
voice.
is ityou, Pbilo?'
Kitty picked on, silently and
expeditiously, without q single
word of answer.
But evidently the interloeutol
was not discouraged.
so you're like me- he resumed
-'prcferring your own society tc
the gay clanor of the picnic par
ty.'
'Pbilo,' said Cameron, abruptly
+ do you suppose l should fine
your sister at home, if | were tx
r 60 up TO the house? She avoids
me so Systematically that | CAL
never get an opportunity t
, speak to her; and, for the life o
me l can't tell why
;. The Manila hat dropped lowe
: than ever among the gooseberry
), tbicketi;the nervous fingers work
s ed away with redoubled speed.
= Kitty Crawford wished hersel
anywhere on earth just then bu
S on that particular spot.
/ DO you think should have tn
b ghost Of a chance with her, if
i asked her boldly to become NJ.
wife ? said Parke Cameron, plung
o ing valiautly into the heart of hi
' subject for, of all the girls | eve
$ saw, she comes nearest to my idea
t Of perfect womauhood, and l hav
t. learned to love her deep! y an
IS passionately! Don't, for heaven
e sake, be SO silent, old fellow, ur
less you purposely wish to dl:
IS courage my suit I he added, wit
:. .,,o,+b;r,- lilo ipopotianca in hi