Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1885-04-11

think him unsteady, weak: because
his little foibles to this fresh, Young
unsophisticatcd girl seemed to. be
vices. Oh, it was too vexationS
the more so as she felt that all hel
good, sound, worldly.wise advice
and training had been wasted. a.
for Sibyl and Gladys--oh! if they
could have had such a chance, poor
dear delicate darlings!
s Frank Gansevcort was a hard
& working young physician. His
4 mother deplored the fact that he
was not a "society man." and Sibyl
8 and Gladys mourned over the dis
Z affection of their renegade brother
: as if work were vice and idleness a
Virtue; but Frank kept steadily on,
i and even went so far az to disfsure
1.-THE front of the house with sign.
ITO be sure, 1T was nice, neat lit,
] Is q. silver plate, with only Gan
'ftli4leyoort, M. I'd :, y omit, but it drew
ii,too. many poor people.
On this particular afternoon DR..
! Gansevoort had occasion to hunt
lup a book OH the library shelves.
HIT was an old one, and had been
tucked out,of sight. AS he searched
flor it a strange sound met his ears
"a sound aS of some one Sobbing.
wsFrank knew very well whose
islittle room opened on the library.
3and if he had q tender spot in his
Fheart at all, it was for the pretty
syoung cousin who inhabited that
'Froom; so, without finding his musty
;oldstome, he descended from the H.
Ebrary steps ndknocked at Teresa's
EdoOr. There was no answer till he
had repeated his knock, and then
There was amuffled response which
was not satisfactory. At last he
lsaid: ''If you don't come to the door,
Tessie, l shall have to break in.n
This brought very detected.
looking damsel to the threshold
who, finding Frank alone, imme-
diatclS fell on his shoulder in a
fresh burst of tears. This was all
very nice, to he sure, and Frank
had no sort of objection to support
weeping damsel, who, despite her
tears, looked as pretty as a picture.
But the grief was real, and that
panied Frank. So, placing her
very gently in one Of the library
chairs, he managed by dint of coax,
ing and questioning to find out
what as the matter. "a quarrel
Will mother and "A break with LIE
roy JoneS-I wonder which is the
worse" unused Frank. "Tell me.
BESSIE, did You care much for LIE
roy?" he asked.
81 did like him, Frank--I always
did care for him when he was nice.
But he isn't nice any mole. He's |
horribly fast, and | will not marry
ll:n just for his money, as aunt
SO, taI1GA taAiltt}l"@an dr h'Je tall kip
chief went up again.
eyes, see how it is. You are
sure you don't regret it9"
"Of course | am sure. Do YOU
think l would have made all this
trouble if l had not been suIc?"
She stopped crying. and drew her
self up proudly, continuing: "Aunt
Geraldine has cast me off. SHE
has told me that this is no longer
my home. am going away THIS
very evening. l will not stay an
other day in her house,"
"Don't be hasty, Tessie. Mother
is disappointed; she will not get
over it,"
"But shall not. am going.
tell you, Frank
co. no, not yet, Tessie. Why,
where Will you go'"
81 don't know yet-perhapS to
Mrs. RuSSell-nor do | know whit
] shall do. o, if had only studied
as ought to have done, / might
then teach; but [ will find some
way Of getting along" and she
held her head more proudly
still.
"Tessie, dear, you are a foolish
little thing. [ don't uphold moth
er's unkiudness; but YOU must re-
member that love you, if she
doesn't"
Eyes, dear Frank, you are always
good to me-"
"Well, then, why not put an end
to all this bother and be my little
, wifes"
20, Frank, don't, please don't
talk that way. You know we are
cousins, and I've no idea of bur
dening you with any other rela-
tionship. You are very kind, but,
all the same, that can not be-"
Frank tried to look dolorous, but
did not succeed very we'll. He
was, in truth, too much in love
with his profession to have much
room for any other sentiment in
his good, kind heart, but he had
meant to do his best, If Tessie
would let him, which she wouldn't.
"We1l, il you won't, you won't,
and must bear it,"
(Which you will do with all the
case in the world, dear Frank
And now | am going to pack, and
will you send my trunks over to
Mrs. Russell's; and tell Sibyl and
Gladys I am sorry not to say