Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1885-12-12
around Emma Smith at Deacon
Anderson'Ssociable lastnishts Eve
not forgotten that, sir!'

aOh,snow, Annie! just one!"
BntfartIierappeal was broken oil
by Il tantalizing little laugh. and
when,Srendered desperate by this,
he tiled to revenge himself, at the
lverSinoment when he thought he
was j. seen ofthe coveted bliss, and
stooped,his head triumphantly over
his Struggling prisoner, the rosy,
laughing face vanished suddenly
fromaSander his arm and was off and
await npsthe garden path leading
to tl3eShouse almost before Inc could
realize what had hapPenad.
FdEe one. moment David, who
stool gazing ruefully. after her,
thodg,lt ofpursults and recapture..'
Butlbefore lie had lime to- put, his.
plan4l ito execution ;hist orme ntresss
aflet stopping to give one mocklng
.fare&ell wave of her hand from the
front porch, vanished inside the
hallsloor. So there was nothing to
be done bat to turn reluctantly
from tile gate and take the road
homeward.
If4you could have looked into the
family sitting room at Squire
Moore's shortly before eighto'clock
on the same evening you would
have had CHEEKY picture before
you. The after supper clearing
away was over, for the sitting
room was also the room where the
daily meals of the family were eat
en-. THE leaves of the old fashion
ed dinner table had been let down
and the table itself, covered with u
bright oil cloth, set back against
the iswall. The crumbs had been
carefully brushed with % turkey
wing from the neat home made car.
pet and Annie's work stand had
been drawn up in front of the am
pic aud blazing fire Of hickory logs
which cracked cheerily i'll the old
fashioned fire. place.
AZ 6ountitully piled tray of red
checked apples and a platetn OF
cracked walnuts were on it, in close
proximity to Annie'S coquettish
work basket made OF pine cores by
herssown deft little hands and
daiftily lined with blue silk.
On one side of the fire place sat
Mrs. Moore, fat, fair, more than
forty, and at peace with all the
world. She sat swayiig backwards
and forwards at intervals in her
low. rockingham, knitting as she
rocked, and refreshing herself now
andsthen with a mouthtnl from a
half.eaten apple. which lay within
easy reach just npon one corner of
thetabIe, or touchingln a caressing
manner with the tip of her foot
sleek, lazy looking gray cat that
'AEI;s5enrring and blinking on the
4 lllgs bAforeah aS
:, sss,iii3 saI in tile other side O
), the 5abiedeftly drawing her needle
. inand out long piece of white
= cambric, and with her head as busy
. as her hands with contriviny some
clever way OF incidentally mention
ing the visit, which she now mo
! mentarily expected to her mother
4. without exciting the suspicion oil
> it's being pre- arranged affair."
: She would have given great deal
to have been able to say in an off
: hand manner that she woaltlu't
> wonder if Mr.. Winthrop were to
drop in, as he was in the habit of
calling occasionally on Sunday
evenings ut about this time, hut
she remembered with twinge of
conscience how hard she had tried
to persuade the old lady to accom-
pany her husband on the promised
visit to Aunt Rutll's in spite of her
forcwarnings Of a coming spell OF
"neuralgy,' which had intimidated
her from venturing out in the damp
night air, and how she had pleaded
headache as an excuse for not go
ing herself. She knew that her
mother was quite sharp enough to
draw he1 OWL differences from these
two facts and the additional ole OF
her being dressed with more than
usual care to spend an evening at
home.
II shall not dare to tell her now,'
she said to herself. "She'd be sure
to think that I wanted David all to
mySelf.n So, like d wise little puSs
she was silent.
"I'll venture my word on it you
would not have wondered at Our
basllful Young farmers desperate
enthrallment if you could have seen
Annie Moore rs she sat sewing BY
the fire that frosty night in No
vember. She had just before sup
rer INDUCED in what a western
girl would call "6xing up" A
neat fitting dark chintz dress, look
ing as fresh as when it first came
out of the village store, dainty
white linen collar and cuffs and u
coqettish frilled apron of white
muslin and blue neck ribbon tied I
in cunning bow were the chief
items of Annie's toilette, but she
looked as sweet and pretty as if
hours had spent donning satin, lace
and jewels. Her rich, wavy, golden
brown hair was carried i'll shining
folds away from her warm, red
cheek and caughtup in the meshcs
ola silken net at the back.
Eight o'clock had passed. Worthy
Mrs. Moore was doing over her
knitting. Her shadow on the op
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