The Democrat. (Scotland Neck, Halifax Co., N.C.) 1884-1896, 1885-08-20
HOW KATE WON A MATE.

mountains -fanked village in early
summer, and, stopping first at the
hotel. she registered her name Kate
Burbank, ofNew York. She might
have been 22-not older than that
and was very pretty.
But she did not remain long at the
hotel. She brought letters of re>
commendation to the rector of our
parish, and was soon admitted
member of his family. She was an
orphan without brother or sister.
Sne possessed property enough to
support her in an humble way, until
she could turn her hand to some
profitable and pleasant employment.
Toward the end of July the rec
tors nephew, Arthur Grafton, came
on visit. He had graduated at
college, had studied law and had
been admitted to the bar, and now
before commencing practice. he had
come to the mountain village for
recreation. He was PA years of age
tall and strong.
Certainly Arthur Grafton had
never before met woman to him
like this woman. How bright and
joyous We're the days, how sweet
and enjoyable were the evenings
Arthur resolved that he would know
his fate.
Before that night came Arthur
and Kate in their rambling met
Charles Dabney, OF New York. Dab
ney had been Arthur's classmate in
college. kate's hand trembled on her
companions arm as he advanced to
speak with his friend. She turne q
away and waited for him until he
came back
dear old Charlie - he said. "We
were chums in college. 1 must run
over TO the hotel and see him after
tea
After tea Arthur went over to the
hctel as he had promised. A brief
interchange of fraternal greetings
and then Dabney burst forth.
Look here, old fellow how in the
name of wonder did you manage to
get the heiless under your wing?'
The heiress?" repeated Arthur
wonderingly.
"Aye-Miss Cornelissen-the lady
you were with this afternoon. She
didn't recognize me. though I'm sure
she knew me-
Miss Cornellissen - echoed our
hero. 'W hat do you mean Charley?
You saw in my company this after
noon Miss Kate Burbank, of
New York, an orphan whom friends
recomm ended to my uncle, the rec
tor
Charles Dabney drew long breath
and then whistled.
Forgive me Arty. Perhaps Eve
put my foot in it: but it can't be
helped now. l will tell you the truth
and you can govern yourself accord
lngly. 1t may be we'll that you
should be ON your own guard. Her
mothers maiden name was Burbank.
Miss Kate Burbank Cornelissen
was the lady l saw upon your arm.
Her father was Hedrick Corne-
lissen, the old East India trader
and ship owner, who died four years
ago, leaving his only child heiress
to three millions. A year ago she
came in full possession, and she has
fed to this secluded nook to escape
the sycophants and noodles that be-
set her on every hand. 1 under>
stand it now
Arthur Grafton returned to the
rectory in a daze. He knew that
Dabney had told him the truth. On
tie followering morning, as Katie
looked out her chamber window, she
saw Arthur walking in the garden,
His step was slow dragging, his head
was bent and his hands folded behind
him, Certainly he looked far from
happy. When she came down into
the little sitting room where the pi-
ano was she found the rector and
his wife there, looking strangely un-
comfortable and perplexed.
Something has happened we
oon't know what said Mr.. Edgar~
ION, IN answer to her earnest ques-
,lohlng. Arthur is going back to
New York at once-he says to
day
But thought he was to stay
until September"
80 he had planned, but something
mas changed him.
~ great weight sank upon Kate's
neaft nIaft and a choking was in her throat