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

But Kitty resoIutely shook her
head.
no. said she, 4 shall stay at
home and pick gooseberries for
JAM
But, instead Of picking goose
bcrrles she INDUCED in a hearty
: cry, when Matilda and her pony
were ont Of sight.
He don't care for me-, said she
to herself, 'and I'm determined |
won't care for him ! He shall
find out I'm not one Of the sentl-
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 to 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 Philo came in
with a linen duster that must be
mended before be could set forth
on his daily walk to the postofice;
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 and the brood Of
young turkeys wondered off into
the wbeat-felds, and had to be
coaxed home again so that 1t
was quite dark before Kitty re-
membered the gooseberrles 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.
4 do believe its going to rain,
said Kitty, despairinglty, 'and my
gooseberries are not picked yet?
And with u quick motion she
caught Phil's hat and duster from
the hatrack, and sped down into
the cool, secluded greenery Of the
garden, where 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
a huge hammock swung.
Some of Mrs. Peck's city board
ers are there said Kitty to her
self; 'but | 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 it you, Philo p
Kitty picked on, silently and
expeditiousIy, without a single
word of answer.
But evidently the interlocutor
was not discouraged.
so you're like me- he resumed
-'preferring your own society to
the gay clamor Of the picnic par
ty.'
'Philo,' said Cameron, abruptly,
do you suppose l should find
your sister at home, if were to
90 up to the house? She avoids
me so Systematically that | can
never get an opportunity to
speak to her; and, for the life OF
me can't tell why
TIE Manila hat dropped lower
than ever among the gooseberry
thicketi;the nervous fingers work
ed away with redoubled speed.
Kitty Crawford wished herself
anywhere on earth just then but
on that particular spot.
DO you think l should have the
ghost ola chance with her, if l
asked her boldly to become my
wife p said Parke Cameron, plung-
ing valiantly into the heart Of his
subject for, of all the girls | ever
saw, she comes nearest to my IDEAL
Of perfect womaubood, and l have
learned to love her deeply and
passionately! Don't, for heavens
sake, be so silent, old fellow, un-
less you purposely wish to dis
courage my suit! he added, with
something like impatience IN his