The Abbeville messenger. (Abbeville, S.C.) 1884-1887, 1885-11-17
A PROLONGED VISIT.

f%air-haired young sister. with the Ma
donna eyes-"rea'ly now, Paul For
the meadows never looked so lovely,
and Crystal Falls never rushed over
the rocks in such Il sheet Of foam be-
fore, and Kate Bonney has been
in the country"
"Let her comet" said grandma,
beamingly. "Poor creatureI I can't
fancy what folks feel like who have
never been in the country"
"And only think of her being
obliged to spend her vacation in that
horrid, stuffy. onion-and-cabbage-
smelling clearinghouse" added Hell
en-. "Please. Paul, mayn't I write for
her to come? Mayn't l have old sor-
rel and the wagon, to meet her at the
station? ?"
''Of course you may" said the good
humored young, farmer, putting up
both his hands with a gesture of de-
sspair. Don't 1 know that you two
women are bound to have your own
way in any event? But mind you
no city airs and graces for me. If I
find I can't stand your elegant young
tsaleslady,' I shall take my rod and
gun, and go up into the mountains
until the coast is clear"
"No n can help liking Kate Bon
ney," said Helen, with decision.
II never saw a girl yet, except you
and Polly" said Paul Romer, "that I
didn't consider a first-class bore"
But Polly s%ympathized warmly with
tae unknown presence; and grandma
herself went up stairs to make sure
that the west bedroom was well-aired,
and that the linen sheets were clean
and perfumed with dried sweet clover,
while Helen sat down and wrote a
warm and enthusiastic letter to Kate
Bonney, who stood at the same coun-
ter with her at Messrs. Sell & Make
changes dry-goods store in New York.
Kate Bonney hesitated a little be-
fore she dared to accord herself so
great a happiness as this. She had
always lived a lonely. life since her pa
rents had died on the passage over
from England, and left her a solitary
orphan. What right had she to OBJ
tru1e herself into the warm, social
glow. Of other peoples homes? And
yet-and yet it was such a temptation!
Such a temptation! Kate Bonney
could not resist it. She wrote:
"I will GOMEZ
1t W a mid haying time, and oil the
meadows and hillsides smelt sweet
when the train stopped at the quiet
little Connecticut station among the
balsamic woods.
There was Helen. in a coy little
wagon, holding the reins of a sleepy
old sorrel horse; there were wild roses
all in bloom; there were acres and
acres of daisies stretching out towards
the sunset.
I~nvoluntarily Kate gave a cry of
delight.
"Oh, Helen" she cried, show could
you ever leave this lovely place to
come to the city,"
Helen gave a grimace.
"Al very we'll for a few weeks in
midsummer" said she, "but it is so
dismally, terribly, forlornly dreary all
the year around! But jump in. We're
waiting tea for you at home!"
And such a tea! Raspberries. with
real cream; crisp. green l~ettuce-heads,
just out of the garden; trout which
half an hour ago were leaping in the
brook; and a broiled chicken, which
Kate Bonney scarcely dared to eat, so
entirely had she associated it with
high prices in the restaurant bills of
fare. while grandma looked smilingly
on. and a delicious atmosphere of home
seemed to pervade everything.
And Paul, too-how handsome he
was, with that broad, s%unbrowned
brow, and the roguish sparkle In the
clear blue eyes, that were so much like
Helen's.
And at night the air was so cool and
4 refreshing, AID they all sat out upon
the porch, and a night-bird came and
sang to them from the big oak-tree on
the edge Of the woods; and when Kate
Bonney went to bed, she dreamed the
sweetest, brightest dreams that eve,
haunted a maiden's pillow.