The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1885-09-17
HER MATCH-MAKING.
We'll, do you like him, KittyP"

HER MATCH-MAKIN
"Well, do you like him, KittyP"
"Oh, very much, Sally, dear!'
"His lovely mustachc and his big,
blue eyes! Did you notice, KittyP"
''.'Rlue! Why, they're q sort of green
ish-grcy; and his mustachc is decided
Is stubbly."
"Stubblyr"
Miss Sally Wilson dropped the paper
in which she WAS twisting her hair for
the night, and turned upon her friend
with y gasp.
"Stubbly! For mcrcy's sake of whom
are you talking?"
"Why, of Mr. Bcadlc, to be sure
Mr.. Alfred Bcadlc, the great bondhold-
CT, the hero Of the evening; of whom
clsep"
Kitty pulled off one small white Slip
per, and stood twirling around upon
the other and laughing gleefully.
Sally watched her i'll dismaycd sill
cncc.
"Mr Beadlc!' sho said, rcproach-
fully. You EnoW l mean Howard Ben
nett"
kitty paused in her giddy revolutions
and sat down, with her rounded elbows
on the bureau, and her lovely, flushed
face i'll her hands.
dear mc!-no didn't" she said,
tXlng her soft eyes wonderingly on
Sally's troubled face. "But, como to
think of it, ho aOas rather nicc-look-
ing
Sally groaned. Was this the reward
of all her love schomes? Was This the
way in which her dreams were TO be
rcalized-her hopes to be fulfilled.
o,,t;o
young lady. She had always boon,
and rcjoiccd in being.
AS regarded herself, she had long
since como to the conclusion that any
romantic ending was, if not quito i'm
possible, ut least most unlikely.
She was not in the first place, of tho
proper appearance.
She was not imposing enough for
tho qoecnly sort Of heroine set forth in
her taVoritc novels, and she had not tho
raven locks and naughty
manner; and the petite and babvish
style was equally out of tho question.
Nhc had not a rct1OuSSe rose, nor
pleading, blue eyes, and her stock of
dimples was extremely limited and
only made visible by painful contor-
tOna.
Then her circumstances wcro yerv
much against her.
Sally was an hcircSs, and her par
ents being dead, she was living with
al aunt w hom she had raised from tho
obscurity of dressmaking to preside
over the beautiful homo to which she
had recently returned from boarding
school.
Nobody could cvor love her madly
Tor herself alono-rcach across a bar
ricr OF poverty, and marry her in the
face of disappearing world.
Sally sometimes regretted that her
father had been the highly successful
railway contractor that he had been.
Her very namo was discouraging.
Sally Wilson! Who could conceive
of anything interesting happening to q
person with 50 horribly prosaic namep
But Kitty! 1t was all very diGcront
with Kitty. Sallys romantic soul had
thrilled with prophetic delight the mo-
mont she had seen hcr-sitting on ono
foot in one Of Madame Lavino's school
room windows.
Kitty had been educated by bachc-
lor uncle. Sho was beautiful and pen
nilcss-tho very qualifications for
heroine, Sally had reflected.
She had taken her under her wing,
rs 1t were; and now that school was
oVor, she had brought her home with
her for a long Visit-tho chief object of
which was that Kitty and Howard
Bennett might be brought together.
sally had met him while at home on
hef last vacation, and had Immediately
consigned nm in her heart to Kitty.
What could be more littino. moro
delightfulp Howard was fair KittV
brunetto--which was just as il shonII
be. Howard was calm, lanpuid and
slightly pcnsive; Kitty was CAV and
ViYaclous. Opposite qualities were al
ways necessary for perfect happiness,
The time had arrived for tho fulfill
mont of her hopes and schemes.
Sally had given her first reception,
and from hor position as hostess had
noted the progress of affairs breathless-
ly.
Sho had watched thoir meeting and
their subsequent intercourse anxiously;
she had contriyed that they should ~
In to supper together, though that had
been no easy matter. Mr. Alfred
Beadle--the reputed millionaire, con-
corning whom everybody was so ridicu-
lousiy stirred up-having shown dan
gerous intentions Of taking her him
self, and Howard having been so OBJ
tuso as to offer his arm to his hostess.
ant these difficulties, aud a few sim
liar ones, she had brayely surmounted.
and had waited eagerly till she last