The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1888-04-24
Il GIRLS SUCCESS.

ut is high time you were thinking
OF marriage, Jessamine," said rich
John Wilmot, at the tea-table, one
evening
And his daughter crossed her knife
and fork at exact angles, and waited
curiously. Something unusual was al
ways Forthcoming when her father call
ed her .Iessamine, in that grave pomp-
GUS way.
81 said that it was time that you
were thinking of marriage" he re-
peated, slowly, with his eyes fixed upon
her face and his finger pointed impre"-
sively at her.
''Now, john began his wife, with
q helpless, bewildered look at father
and daughter-such one as she al
ways gave in case Of well-bred dispute
between the two (she was family non
entity.
"I wish to manage this affair myself,
if you please, Mrs. Wilmot," frowned
her husband. ''Did you hear me, Jes.
samine?n
ly, with downcast lids, that hid def
ant gleam in her eyes.
Give me an answer, then-some-
thing. What do you think about it?,'
said John Wilmot, impatiently, and, if
he would have confessed it, somewhat
nervously. a
For even he could not fail to see that
this "chip Of the old block" "possessed a
large amount Of her fathers determine
tion.
81 don't know as-as it makes any
difference how much may think about
it." faltered Jessie. ''Ladies seldom
marry until they are asked. Unfortun-
ately leap year has gone by, or L"
"Will you be quick, mlss?" shouted
the father. "Leap year, indeedl I guess
my daughter won't beg for a husbandI'
ST should say not!'' breathed Jessie.
"WiU you be quiet?' thundered John
Wilmot, II have something very i'm
portant to tell you. l had four calls
to-day from very eligible men, asking
permission to address you upon the sub
ject Of matrimony-yes, five. might
say, although the fifth would count
only in audacity.'
'.Wellp''
There was slight sarcasm in her
even tone, and slight color upon ler
cheek.
eyes, it is well-so L told them all.
But added that yot, must decide be-
tween them. L could not choose for
you in such an important Natter
And he leaned back in his chair, the
picture Of magnanimity.
"That was kind Of you, papa" smil-
ed Jessie. ''Well, who was the first to
honor me2'
"1'he first2--ahem!'' he began, with
keen side glance. "The first was the
president Of the bank-Hon. James
Benson, who
'"That old mani Fifty years, if he is
day. cried Jessie. No; thank you.
Who next?"
"But he is worth million if he is q
cent and his wife can lead the fash
ions," urged the father.
''Let herl ] won't make fashion
plato VI ulySell WIFI III money!" p0ut.
ed Jessie. "Who next?n
John Wilmot looked angrily at her.
'Senator Johnson's son, who"
"That red-headed, insignificant -
dude, there!" screamed the young lady,
In very undigni0ed way. "Well, I
declared Who next?
''Y ou are very hard to suit, miss, ~
said her father, sharply. "What do
you say'to Lord Baronsly from Eng
land, then?"
~ say that he is conceited popinjay,
and no more an English nobleman than
you or l." flashed Jessie, scornfally.
''Is he the best you have to offer me?''
"Aheml" and he eyed her with ris.
Z ing displeasure. "There is neighbor
Wilson's son, likely fellow, with a
good prospect before him. In all but
!. wealth, rather prefer him to the
others.''
"Did he-did Leon Wilson ask per-