Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1885-09-12

81 Eyes, from my MOTHER" and th'
gentleman held toward her the let
81 ter. Having read il through, in
Interrupted with ordinations sucl
"a as Bless me! Who'd have thought
s;itln Mrs. Duncan,;h pleasant face
~ deepening into a smile calculated
81 $50 you are little Paul Dorsey
tlMy! how time flies. When 1 last
III saw you, you were only little sha
Silver. 1t must be nigh onto fifteen
II5sSIgsars ago. And to think Of Lu
remembering me all these
FFears and sending her son to see
aSSme. Not that [ have forgotten !leI
ss3Gsnota bit. Only with one thin
Mnu another one HASN'T time to
mink much of old days. You see
], ESour ma and l went-sto the same
: slcademy, and We thought a sight
Z Z III. each other; only somehow after
z iSath:of us married we sort of drift:
: E.apart. ma.she married q
4 p .i ;i & y5citysman, while j got we'd
ibid to a welI:to.do farmersand so
gradually we each, went our own
way. Not to forget each other
J though. as you see, and now, my
dsar, excuse the liberty, but it
comes natural like, being your Lu
enjoys son, I'll send one Of the men
down to the village after your
! trunk, and you'll just stop along
with US aid be as welcome as my
own son, if [ had one, and Marthy
and / will do our best to make you
comfortable aud motherly Mrs.
Duncan laid her hand with an:ap-
proving pat upon Paul Dorsey's
slightly STOPPING shoulders, while
heScoloring somewhat, endeavored
to thank her for her warm hospital
ity, but was cut short with.
1sBlcss you, it's no put out, we
,haVe3lots. of room, and it will be
reaIpleasure to Inc to see Lucindy's
sonsmaking himself to home in my
house,"
And thus it was that Paul Dor
seyf became a guest at Willow
Brook Farm.
That evening after her visitor
had yetired Mrs. Duncan observing
to her daughter:
MRoer young man, be hasn't bit
of appetite. l don't wonder Lu-
cinilyis fretted about him. She
writes that he is always that taken
up with books, that she can hardly
ever coax him to go about bit
with young folks and enjoy himself.
I've been thinking Marthy, if you
was just to kind of make believe
you need his help now aud again
about the garden and such, it would
do hima sight of good, and he'd
never suspect it was for the sake of
his health" and Mrs. Duncan
laughed, low, pleased laugh, at
the thought of the deception, while
Martha exclaimed:
aN5hy, mother! you are getting to
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Paul Dorsey had been told TO-
make himself perfectly at home; so
the morning after his arrival he
withdrew from the breakfast table
to his own room, and forthwith
commenced to unpack his books
preparatory to a good days study.
Everything was at last arranged to
his satisfaction, but somehow his
thouE bts were strangely wandering
this Jay, although not sound dis.
tarbsd the cool quietRess of his
surrd findings. A pair Of blue eyes
seen ed to glance mockingly from
the husty page he fain would mas
ter, md he caught himselfrepeating
aloul the old.fashioned name of
"MF thy," which took unto itself
the bweetest of sounds by reason Of
it's Connection with so pretty an
owl r. Suddenly: with thud, the
bod fell from his hand, as, ex-
claiming: "By Jove! that's her
vol Paul D orsey, with one stride,
wal at the window making sad hav-
oc E the dainty dimity curtains
viii clumsy hands.
Iartha, accompanied by tall
stawart fellow, was passing down
! thI garden path, her infectious
Ia ghter floating merrily upon the
blmy air as she chatted away to
te young man at her side, who APP
pared to be enjoying the subject
uder discussion as much as herself
4 they disappeared from view,
llul, with rather,a blank look, re-
smed his seat and sought to apply
lmself to his interrupted task, but
bt with the old ardor did be work,
adj for the first time that he could
member, he listened anxiously for
lie bell to summon bin to lunch
IN.
The days slipped into weeks, and
all Paul Dorsey remained a guest
Willow Brook Farm, and it be.
!. lime no unusual sight to see him
: lbediently following Martha's di- +,
lotions concerning the uprooting
certain weeds, or the fastening
fsome vine more securely about its I.
'hpport. An honest, bronze tinge
Eadreplaced Paul'sonce sallow com-
}lexion, and the bookshelf, they
had become secondary, more POI
tent charm having outrivaled them.
Mrs. Duncan congratulates herself
upon her happy ore.thought that