The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1885-09-17

guest had gone, to hear Kitty's verdict.
"Rathor good-looking!" sho repeat"
cd, despairingly. "Why, he's per-
foct Adonis, Kitty"
"On, we'll, don't know" said Kit
ty. composodly. Howard" she went
on, dreamily, .'ho looks rs though his
namo was Howard; all tho Towards I
ever knew were big and fair, and
rather soft, and"
She stopped suddenly; she had
caught q glimpse of Sally's faco in tho
glass.
Ppm so sorry, dear! 1 suppose he's
great friend of yoursP" she said
apologetically. "But really l didn't
think him so entertaining as Mr..
Boadlc, and he hasn't half the money,
you KNOW and Kitty laughed wick
odly.
Mr.. Boadlo again! SaRy's heart
sank. She might have expected somc-
thing of tho sort. Kitty was SO totally
different from herself. She could never
be made to sec things as Sally saw
them; sho was distressingly matter-of-
fact.
Sally sat pondering seriously, with
the lights turned low, after Kitty,
flushed and tired, and happy, had fall
Ell asleep.
Surely things must como out right.
Howard must be backed and oncour-
aged, and Mr.. Beadlc must be snub-
bed, crushed, and annihilated.
Sally was not quito cloar as to how
this latter was to be accomplished
but she went TO sleep with renewed
hope.
Il suppose wo shall be flooded with
calls, Shan't Wep' said Kitty, as thew
sat i'll the parlor the next @, ening, talk
ing over last nights festivity, with oc-
caSional yawns.
'1.suppose so, dear" responded Sal
ly, gazing at her in fond admiration.
Kitty was at her lovc!icst. Her rcd
lips wore smile of pleased expectan-
cy, and her dark eyes were bright with
anticipation.
"By the way" she said, pecring in
to an opposite mirror and patting her
hair; "Mr. Bcadle said something
about coming tonight. Dear me! how
do l look?"
Sally groaned inwardly.
81 presume Mr.. Beadle will not no.
ticc much" she said, severely. "Ho
is past those things, | should think.
He must be forty ut least"
"About that" said Kitty, swcctly.
The bell rang at that moment, and
the subject of their conversation was
ushcred in, followed by tall form,
with fair head, mono other than How
ard himself
Mr.. Beadle pounccd upon the chair
nearest Kitty; Howard sank gracefully
upon the sofa ut Sally's side.
81 hope your duties of last night have
not quite worn you out" he said, look
ing down at her tenderly.
''Oh, dear me, not at allr' responded
Sally, rather sharply.
This was all wrong; but what was
she to dop
'lt was charming affair."" Howard
'Ihank youW said Sally, abstract
cdly.
She was watching the pair opposite,
with rising uneasincss.
MIR. Beadle was leaning forward at
dangerous angle, talking with horrible
Volubility, with his eyes fixed on Kit
| ty's face.
Sally felt a wild desire to see his
| chair roll backward and land him on
| tho floor.
Howard looked littlo hurt by her
breVity; but Sally was oblivious
''Don't you think her lovely?" sho
said
Kitty was venturing remark at the
moment with coquettish little laugh.
Sally could gladly have shaken her.
''Very,' said Howard, rather vague
| ly, and without looking around.
''He is Jealous" said Sally to her
self. poor fcllow!''
''Sho is always pleasant, like that,
| to everybody" she said, aloud, with
| sympathy and reinsurance in her tone
"Shc doesn't mean anything by it."
'1ndeedP" said Howard.
But he did not seem quite to under
stand the force of the remark.
Mr.. Beadle was begging Kitty to
sing; and now was Sally's chance.
'Do dearr she urged; "our new
waltz song. Do you know itp" she
went on, turning to Howard. 'Mr.
Bennett will turn your leaves, Kitty"
Howard followed Kitty to the piano
obcdicntly, and Mr.. Beadle ioincd Sal
ly on the sofa
How extremely well-suited they
arc!' Sally observed. "They seem
SOP"
Really, I had not noticed it," re-
joined MIR. Readlc, stroking his mug
tachc with sudden gravity.
"Stubbly!-good gracious, ycsG" said
Sally to herself, wrathfully.
81 should hardly think so," he add
cd, with somo aspcrity.
mol" said Sally, frigidly.
And they relapsed into silence.
Ihat was the first of long series of
similar occasions.
Howard and Mr.. Beadle called in
ccssantly, and Sally's anxictios in
creased accordingly.
Things wero worry discouraging for
the most part; Mr.. Beadlo was plain
ly cnamorcd of Kitty's manifold
charms, and was determinedly devot-
ed. Kitty was gay, and careless, and
bewitching, and Howard was as Ian
guild as ever, and rather moro pom
sivo.
Sally was convinced that this was
due to unhappiness. He was grieVed
and angcrcd by Kitty's Indifference; he
was q prey to hopeloss Yearnings and