The Marlboro democrat. [volume] (Bennettsville, S.C.) 1882-1908, 1885-06-10
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IA music teacher!'' he reiterated.
"Well, | do say, Mifoil, it's deuce Of
a shame to pull wool cvern fellow'seyes
in this sort Of fashion. Why. she must
be II regular husband hunters"
'Granted that she is, "returned Maior
Milfoil, quietly, "what are you but
wife. huntcr2n
"Oh- well-no tioubt--yery possi-
bly," acknowledged Mr.. Persimmon,
not without Il very visible face OF con-
fusion; "but the cases arc quite differ
ent.''
"Will you explain to mo the differ
ence2" persisted Milfoil, maIiciously.
IA music teacherl upon my word,
1t is disgraceful," went OH Paul Persim-
mon. "And had almost proposed to
hey. Dear, dear, what a narrow escape
Two had,' anu he wiped his forehead
with his patchouly.scented pocket hand
kerchief. "Think of me living up in the
fourth floor of " third rate boarding
house and my wife giving lessons to
support usl'
And as Major Dlllfoil looked at his
companion's effeminate countenanco
and listened to his words, he could not
think that Miss ST. Osborne had had a
lucky escape.
Miss Laura ST. Osborne was sitting
in her luxurious room at Mrs. Parker's
fashionable boarding house that same
morning, looking extremely pretty in a
morning negliyee of rose colored cash
mere, while her silky black curls were
tdie back with a broad flllet Of pink rib
bon, and diamonds sparkled like SO many
big, dimpled dewdrops on her pretty
fingers. She was q brilliant little bru-
nette, with peachy-red checks, long,
dark eyelashes and brows as black and
perfectly arched as il they had been out
lined with pencil dipped in jet.
Opposite to her, lat the mirror, between
the two windows, a tall, slender girl Of
eighteen was trying on PLAIN, little
black silk bonnet.
"Are you going already, Estelle?"
,awned thp Oriental-nyed beauty.. n 4
CT must, Cousin Laura. L have 8
lesson to give at one O'Clock at Mrs.
Dometey's."
BUSY little beo'' laughed Miss st.
Osborne. "Really, Stella, you make
me almost ashamed Of my own dolce
far q,icnte lifel'
''But you are rich, Laura, and I am
poorl"
Nevertheless, you Will not accept
pecuniary aid from me, you naughty
spirited damsell''
Estelle st. Osborne shook her head.
81 would rather be independent, ''sald
she calmly.
$50 must remain alone to receive
the visit OF my handsome little adorer.
Paul Persimmon," laughed Laura.
Estelle looked keenly Mt her.
& laura. do you like Mr. Persim-
mon2"
IN 1ittlcl'' was the gayly defiant an
swer. You do noL?''
II have only seen him at distance,
you llnow-.but to mo he seems frivolous
and shallow!''
"1Ie is very handsome" Laura
dreamily observed.
"Yes, but beauty is not eyerying!n
And, SO speaking, ,Estelle st. Osborne
left the room. h.
Three hours afterward she rc-entered
to ind Laura still alone.
well, did you enjoy Mir. Persim-
mons call?"
Laura pouted her pretty cherry lips.
"Mr. Persimmon has not been here
at all, Estollc," she answered.
"But | thought he asked permission
to call on you this morning2''
$50 he did but it seems that he has
not decided to avail himself Of the gran
ted permission. Estelleln with a bright,
sudden toss Of the jetty cascade Of curls
"let's 60 for u walk down Fifth avenue
it is too lovely a day to shut one's
self up in the housel"
And the two cousins set off for
walk on the fashionable thoroughfare.
AS luck, or rather Cupid. would
haze IL, almost the first person they
met was Nh. Paul Persimmon himself,
sauntering gracefully along, IN his pearl
colored suit aud his ebony cane, ono
arm passed through that Of q gentle
man-not, however, Major Milfoil, this
time.
Laura's face frightened she half
paused--but Mr.. Persimmon, averting