Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1885-01-17
ACCOAIAC c. f. VA SATURDAY, JANUARY Il 1885

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sEhas the kindest heart and. the no
sEblest impulses in the world. And
s|1lnw, Arthur, lie down again. Heav
sIen knows YOU need the rest"
!, A bright fire of anthracite coal
eeEiwas burning in the polished CRATE
sin Mrs. Sevmour's 'sstudio," No. 10
slGillitlower place. For Mrs. Sey-
.E:mour, apt TO go off in unaccounta-
SEble tangents, was just now entllnsi,
sEastically devoted to oil paintings.
]: sSuch divine art!', she sighed
sEMith a shake OF her faxen curls.-
one thinks of Rembrandt
D and Rosa Banhenr, and all them
sfslear delightful creatures, one is
inspired, as it were"
L 1T was altogether a different
& apartment-fr from Dorrilon'S stud o.
# Curtains Of crimson satin cast
Sroseate shadows OH the white vel
sINetscarpet; tinted walls glowed with
!. paintings and became instinct
a ;aTitli'the niarblelffe daintv-stataetts'
penicas and Observation-Disclosures
!! gleamed from costly painted vases,
land inlaid tables groaned beneath
their weight Of expensive 6Joutcrie.
#. For Mrs. Seymour was rich, and
Mrs, Seymour Didn't fairly know
ifwhat to do with her money.
sIll, is he9 Dear me, how unfOr-
atunatc-and then, you see, such
tpeople haven't any business to be
8il. Oh-you are his substitute
Every well, then, it, don't matter so
much
Mrs. Seymonr's face frightened
ZIP from it's first aspect of cloud rs
8Mr. Moore tremendously opened
Sais iapanned box aud put down
{the portfolio.
81 am so anxious to finish that
Edear, delightful dying Brigand'
'$betore my next reception night"
sshe liSped; "and DR.. BraYne says
ldisappointments are very bad>for
Emy nerves. So we'll begin, if you
please, Mr,-a-a-Morris."
T Aubrey smietl-within himself
liz was just as well that the langnid
fine lady should forget his name.
AS he leaned over the back other
tcllair, directing the cratic course
sof her brush, voices twitted in-the
next room, of which the door was
Slightly aiar.
81 beg yon WON'T start so, Mr..
Norris" said Mrs. Seymour, irrita-
bbly. "Yon have no idea Of the SEN
jsitlve state my nervous system!
Hts only my sister and her friend.
Eand they'll not disturb rs. never
Eallow anyone to interrupt my paint
Eing lesson"
4 Kate Seymour was stranger to
aubrey Moore, but surely-surely
Tue recognized the other voice.
1. 1t was Nina Brooke's silvery,
I{wire-lil1e treble-the same he had
iEomellow connected in his mind
2vith all that WAS sweet and tender
sand wopaaal.y.z
! "I'm glad yoil've Gene, Nina
tsail Kate. eli was such a stupid
rainy day, and Lucretia is devoted
to her horrid painting. That's
right, bring out yonr embroidery,
and now tell me all about the party.
Was &C cher Aubrey thereW
"Orcourse he was-and all devo-
tion. Oh, it was funny to see how
Jealous poor Archie Vane WAS"
eyes; but Ninia-between our
selves now, don't you think you
have treated Archie rather shah
biIyD
..Nonsense-he'll get over it. No
man ever yet died of a broken
heart. Archie was very we'll as
long as there was nobody else, but
Mr.. Moore is twice as rich, and |
do relish the idea of diamonds and
my own carriage"
"But they say Mr.. Moore is no
longer y0unS!"
SWELL" said Nina, indifferently,
he is old, but then, you see, he'll
leave me charming young widow
all the sooner"
"Mr. Marbury!" calculated the
indignant Mrs. Seymour. III beg
you will pick up that color box
am really surprised to see that
nothing is broken. / don't see how
you could have been so careless"
at shall not occur again, mas
DAM" said Aubrey, biting his lip,
and bearing Mrs. Seymonr's re
proaches with divided attention.
Was this the single-hearted, spirit
uellc young creature whom he had
almost-resolved to make his wife?
"Well, my dear, and when shall l
be able to congratulate you?" went
OH Miss Kate Seymour, demurely.
ooh, very soon, l hope, if all goes
right. He certainly does seem
very much infatuated, and with a
little skiliul maneuveriDg he must
come to the proposing point with
in week at fartheSt."
There's no fool like an old fool"
quoted Kate mlschievously.
s:No, indeed, that's very true," IRE
! turned Nina, with the utmost
gravity. II wish, Kate. you'd lend
me a skein OF the blue floss. |
have only two shades, snd l want
tlrce.D
eThere, Mr.. Martini" cried the
fine lady, triumphantly stepping
back a pace or two to get a full
view of her picture. 81 do really