Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1882-06-15
at the Ellsworth Arms thut he
could cut out that oonceited lawyer 10 less
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For Mr.. Waller was piqucd by Patty's
cool indifference, and, unfortu natcly, his
were the "idle hands, for which Satan is
said to have plonty of mischief to do.
"Shes pretty after fashion," said ho to
Himself, sand mean to make her dead 10
love with INC before I'm through"
MIR. Stuart Waller was u man Of the
world. Patty Farquhar was as young in
experience as in years. They were an
il-mated pair, aud it was hardly three
weeks before the tongue of gossip began
to busy itself with the widows dark eyed
daughter.
Mrs Farquhar came into Patty's room
ono afternoon and found her crying as if
her heart would break, and with on open
letter in her lap.
"Heart alive, childl what's the matter7r
cried The old lady.
"Nothing, nothing, nothing!' cried Patty
hurriedy wipiug her eyes "Ouly hayo
got letter from Morris, and it makes inc
feel so glad aud sorry"
"Folks didn't cry over love letters when
| was girl" said Mrs. Farquhar.
Bat the letter was more to Putty than
her mother suspected. Every trusting word,
every carcssing adjective was an envenome cd
arrow in her heart
Patty knew that almost unconscously
she had been led into what seemed to her
an innocent Irritation with Stuart Waller.
Sho had walked with him in tho twilight,
and she had written him two letters, when
he was temporarily absent in New York
oarcIess, girlish letters, which, although
she had 40 thought of harm at the time,
Shc would nny trivn tuprlIo IN rno,u
"l'll ask him to return them to me-"
said Patty to herself, "aud then I'll turn
over new leaf will 20 to Aunt Pru-
dcncla's while nc remains here, und bcgia
my wedding clothes in good caracst"
But when Patty Farquhar preferred her
innocent request, Mr. Waller laughed in
her face. y
"Nly dear Patty" said he, edo you take
me for fool3"
My name is Miss Farquhar,' said tho
girl, with fishing eyes.
"Excusc me; but when you say 'Dcar
Stuart"
Il never said suoh thing!' inters
ruptcd Patty, with burning checks aud eyes
ufl,me.
"fn The letter"
III said Dear Mr.. Waller,'" painted
Patty.
"Excuse mo onoo moro. Your memory
plays you false
"Wlll you return me the lette,s?'
"Nlss Farquhar," with low bow, "thcy
arc great deal too precious to me-"
"You refusc2"
IL never refuse anything to lady;
but"
Patty did not stay to hear tho conclusion,
but flashed out into the afternoon sunshine,
with large lump in her throat and II
! cnrlous sensation us if al! her blood vas
turned to fire.
"What fool have bcen,' she tn ,ught,
pacing up and down the tiny gravcled walk
like II chained panlhcrcss, and biting her
scarlet lip. ooh, what an idotic, unrca-
sonable fool! And what will bccome of nc
if Morris Newton sees those scrawIs? But
surely, surely, in the widest moment of
infatua,ion, | never addressed him as Dear
Stuart BE that as it may, however,
must and Will get these letters back
Tired with Indignation. Patty Farquhar
resolved herself into q private detective,
searched Mr.. Walters rcom aud even got
u false key to his trunk and went through
the contents, but all 10 vain. And she
had the satisfaction Of perceiving by Mr.
Walters amused aud patronizing manner
that hc knew all about it.
ON have them yet," said Patty
Miss Farquhar was standing with clasped
hands before the wide opened door of the
old,fashioned oven, built on the side of the
kitchen chimney aud extending sort Of
hump.back excrcscence out into tho lila,
bushes of the back garden when Mr.. Wal
lcr came 10 with string of spcckcd trout
depending from his finger.
"La Pcnserosa!" said he lightly. "Par
don me, Patty, but why are you so grayeW
"My lhimb!e," said she, "it has rolled
down into the ovcu-my little gold tlim-
ble"
"And you can't reach it?"
"It is impossible"
"Nothlng is impossible when lady's
behest spurs one on" said Mr.. Waller
galantly. Stand aside one second Pcnsc>
rosa
And he sprang vaiautly into the yawnino
depths of the old brick oven.
1t WAS decidedly warm, for the fires had
just been taken out; it was decidedly dark;
but no sooner had he entered than Patty,
a briliont inspiration lighting her heart
aud face alike, swung tho massive door to
and fastened it with the sturdy bolt
"lleIlo!" said MIR Waller, what are you
doing, Patty?"
"l'm shutting the door," Patty breath
lcssly responded.
"Eut can't find your thimbo in this
Egyptian darkness"
81 don't want nv tbi,nbc."