Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1886-11-27

myself, when I was girl, and can
.Etell scholar as well as the next
one that don't make 1t that
lSsu:aint,G foo good for him the hest
dix ilegaver. saw, and here he is
morning, noon and night, Ill over
tile house from garrett to cellar.
tshslning himself to fried cakes and
c1olsiessin fine pantry. like one of
#Issttiia family. and sitting right down
ll55liiisTe rrthe. kitchen to bother. no
busy we are. And the
i,aiglIi,ors fell me its hern going on
ssd9ffoi.tlic last five years! How do
.yllsaiIissllp|,oseit's going to enlf You
e5il,t look me in the face, Kitty
4 P5ilyne.and say he's ever asked you
/ tosflaye him"
sSo, Kitty could NOT; and the
! faint sick feeling her annt's words
| snFailneell. Piled her lips and drew
EdaTie circles around her eyes. For
1 .tuSafeIg the entrance of the yonng
4 gGnfemall in question spared her
Etfsh IilniIiationofreplv but she
lE:lLsffsaS the evil day4awas.o nl.Nipost-
lp0ned.5 Aunt Sabrlna was not to
i.he baffled when once started on u
scent.
For tile first time in her life. her
heart was tlirobbing with indigna-
Ition against Ross. while he, lazily
lying hack in the easy chair, was
Iinwarlly wondering why it WAS
that of late he could never have
Kitty moment to himself. He
was very certain that he should
not be satisfied with a wife whose
highest ambition was tn excel III
household duties. even though she
were. sweet and lovahle as Kitty
Payne. He hoped il he ever made
mp his mind 10 marry her, which,
indeed, was EXTREMITY uncertain, he
could teacll her to dress Il little
more like other people. She was
always neatly and tastri'nlly at
tired, but his critical eye detected
the absence Of certain effects which
denoted that the fashion magazines
were infreqnent viSitantS in the
Payne homestead. An elegant,
stylish wife would he an invaluable
help to a young lawyer starting
ont on his career. The "IIannall
Jane" element WAS greatly over
rated. Madge Sullivan, Ills sis
ter's Chicago friend, was more to
his taste. Kitty must he reminded
of her little iailings; yet she was
dear good girl, after all, and Ross's
face sottened as he glanced to-
ward her.
She would not meet his eyes; she
was trying to steel her heart
against him. 1t WAS so cruel, so
unmanly, urged pride, for him to
place her in so perrlexing and hui
initiating a position. lie had been
her devoted lover. her constant at
tendant, since they were children.
There was not IL plan for his future
i. hope for his life, which he had
net contitled to her. He had been
faithful, tender and kind, but lie
lad nG,Yeg aske!l, aher IN SCI !nl, many
words 10 be his wife.
Until the past year she had new
err doubted him; but now tue vii
lage was full Of umors concerning
his attention to Madge Sullivan,
Chicago beauty and heiresS, his
sisters school friend. Plying
glanccs were cast upon Kitty az
she passed her girl friends at pla-
ccs of amusement where her rival
received the lion's share Of her
lovers attention. She felt that she
was neglected, and Aunt Sabrina's
rude touch had torn open raw
and quivering wound.
Ross walked homeward moody
aud indignant. He had been treat
ed with gross disrespect, he nedi-
tated as he went along, Kitty was
assuming a new and uncomfortable
role, and TO punish her for her I'M
pertinence, much as lie enjoyed her
cookery, lie should absent himself
from her Thanksgiving dinner, un-
less she made him a suitable apollo
gy. That evening he relieved his
feelings by daShing off some sar-
castle verses, for which ne had Il
special talent, and inclosing them
in blank envelope, tossed them
into ms desk, fully persuaded that
the next morning would bring him
a penitent little note i'll kltty'S
clear photography.
But the note did NOE come; Kitty
was too deeply hurt to proffer any
flag of truce. She went from room
to room putting the curtains into
more graceful folds. rparranging
the books and trifles on the mantel
and tables, and filling the great
blue vases with masses Of snowy
chrysanthemums. All the while
she was listening and waiting for
the advent of her lover, and u
chance stop upon he walk sent the
blood surging to her cheek.
The evening came at last. Ross
had not cnmc;he would never come
again, something told her, and go
ing to her room she gave herself
np to an agony of weeping. If
Ross had cared, if there had been
the smallest remnant Of the old
love remaining, he would have
been with her before this, anxious