The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1883-11-08

sloe-blacE head with such charming
dignity. And what could be more
winsOme than the face with its clear,
colorless skin and liquid gray eyes,
and curved black browS and grave,
sweet, crimson mouth?
Just how June and July passed
neither of these happy, foolish young
people could have lucidly explained.
And the precise manner in which he
had spoken at last, the shy confusion
of her answer, the parting with re-
grets, hopes, love unutterable, was still
"a mere mystic, enhancing, delicious
remembrance.
But there was the ring, a glittering,
tangible reality. So what wonder
Dorothy turned it up and down, and
under and over, and kissed it in her
sheer joy of heart?
Over at Mrs. Evans Miss Abigail
sat, her sunbonnet united and pushed
back on her head, her spectacles
perched on her accommodating rigid
nose, deep in the perusal Of the Ihun.
derer.
"Too bad, eh?" queried Mrs. Evans,
briskly topping" gooseberries.
"Yes," assented Miss Abigail, "after
all his years Of saving-eh what's
this?"
whats what ?" asked Mrs. Evans,
startled at her guests tone. She was
staring straight at the sheet she held,
her eyes very troubled and her mouth
grimly set.
"Dear, dear, Miss Byrnesw exclaimed
Mrs. Evans, in feeble alarm "do tell!
But her visitor made no reply, only
reused herself with an effort, tied her
sunbonnet strings with an energetic
jerk, and marched straight out of the
house, the 1hunderer in her hand.
Mrs. Evans stared after her moment
Then she tapped her forehead signif-
cantly, muttered a single word, and
went complacently on topping her
gooseberries. Dorothy, still sitting
dreamily by the vine-wreathed window,
twisting the bright circlet round and
round on her slim brown finger, started
as Miss Abigail banged the garden
gate behind her and hurried up the
path.
"a A heavy tread on the stairs, the door
was flung wide, and she stalked into
the dainty chamber, all pink silesia and
snowy-dotted muslin, like herald of
war.
"Dorothy!" she said, in quite an
awful voice. .". ....r
- Aunt It % cried Dorothy risings
"Look there Read p
She held up the paper and waved
her arm with tragic gesture of COM
mand.
Dorothy glanced at the paragraph
pointed out and read as hidden.
And this is what she read: "The
social exodus has begun. Among the
names of the pleasure-seekers leaving
this evening on the steamship Asia to
summer on the continent we notice
those of Paul A. Carlisle and wife"
Dorothy looked at the paper blankly
Then she began and read it over again.
"Wen9" questioned Miss Abigail
sternly.
The girl stood up, white to the very
lips and trembling little.
There's some-mistake p she said.
Miss Abigail gave a distrustful
snort.
"If there is" she asserted, "aoe'oe
made it He's scamp, my DEAR"
And then, waxing emphatic, ga dou-
ble-distilled scamp"
"You mustn't speak so p said Dor
othy, striving to swallow the great
choking lump in her throat. at is
some other-Mr. Carlisle"
"Yes," Knocked Miss Abigail scorn-
fully, "rery likely DO you suppose
there are two men with exactly the
same name-dolCn to the middle ini-
tial-whose departure would be con-
sidered worth chronicling in the Ihhn-
derer-do you?'
But Dorothy sprang to the door, and
ran down the stairs, and out into the
shadowy orchard like thing pursued.
And there she ilung herself down on
the smooth, short grass dry-eyed, white
Tipped, half-mad with soaring, incredu-