Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1886-04-10
MARTINsBURG, W. va SATURDAY, APRIL 10. 1886
suddenly There was another Step

id color rose into der cheeks.
"There he comes now" she muir.
INJURED. .There comes George ~
To her surprise and dismay, how
ever, the cavalier did not come up
the hill, but stops beside the other
woman below.
+" He is throwing his arms around
her neck" thought indignant Ser.
aphlna. He is-yes, he is actual
" kissing her! Are men absolutely
without truth and faithfulness in
this age of the worlds But don't
care Why should | cares I'm sure
it 6o4l't matter with me.r
Seraphina hurried the COWS home
and finished the milking in less time
than it had ever taken her before.
She was just carrying in the foam.
ing pail when tall figure approach.
ed.
"Seraphina!"
G Pray don't trouble yourself to
speak to me, sir,n said Seraphina,
with toss of the head. "Or, if you
DO, please call me Miss Foxglove "
And Seraphina vanished through
the kitchen door.
" What's the matter, Phiny ~ said
her mother, noticing the girls quick
movements and frightening color.
I" Nothing, MAJ" said Seraphina.
1t was getting toward 8 O'Clock
when there came a knock at the
door. Mrs. Foxglove opened it.
Therere stood the Widow Waterman.
81 hope I'm not intruding," said
Mrs. Waterman, "but here's the
brown bombazlne cloak, Mr.. Fox.
glove, and, humbly thanking you all
the same, I'd rather not wear IT.
+" Eh ?" said Mr.. Foxglove in
amazement.
cit was very kind of you to give
it to me-" went on Mrs. Waterman,
to the utter discontinue Of the poor
farmer, +" but there's some things as
human flesh and blood can't bear,
and to have Deacon Pullaby's son
asking if he could not see me home
when | came out of the store, and
Mr.. Ferdinand Pluff saying was to
be at the dance at Melinda Edwards
on Tuesday night and might he call
for me at 8 o'clock-well, it's rather
upsetting. But the worst of it all
was when | went 70 get a little water
at the brook. A young fellow seized
hold of me and was going to kiss me.
l believe it's the brown cloak has
done it ALL" with meaning glance
at Seraphina Foxgloye. So if you
will please take it back, I'll try and
get along with my old shawl spell
longer. And the roast chicken was
very good, sir, and that apple pie
couldn't be beat.u
There's was moments direful ST.
lence and then Mrs. Waterman sid
led out of the room and betook her
self once more to the mysterious ST.
lence of the night.
F" Well, l declare y said Mrs. Fox
glove.
Ma, don't scold pap said Ser
aphina, halfway between laughing
and crying.
The former freely rubbed his hands.
!" | think III go to bed," said he.
And he went. Seraphina, run
ming out for pitcher of water, the
last thing before shutting the house
for the night, nearly stumbled against
poor George Paterson.
" Goodness me . what are you do
ng here?" said Seraphina.
II can't 60 home and sleep, Ser
aphina, while you are angry with
me-" said the poor young fellow, who
vas very desperately in love. "What
nave | done to deserve your cold
ness ?"
/" Nothing" she answered. :: Elk.
,ept-except that you cannot blame
ne for being jealous when | see you
lu2ging and kissing the Widow
Waterman y
+" 1t was the cloak, Seraphina-
he brown cloak-that misled me-
George. ~ thought. of
course, that it was you"
"Oh, it's all very well to talk p
said Seraphina.
Mrs. Foxglove thought Seraphiua
had never before been so long in
pitcher of water.
To George Paterson, however, the
moments seemed winged. bur never
5heless he went home rejoicing. Ser
aphina had forgiven him.
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