The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1888-11-14
KATE'S POCKET-MONE

ats all very fine to be adopted, " said
Eate kaswell, running her hngers des-
ssra,ely through her short, brown curls
-''sud rich uncle reads delightfully."-
h a newspaper story, or at the end of a
,eyel: but what is a girl to do for
A,,ie pocket. et.morcy2"
ASK your uncle for it, mss, dear,"
suggested Cleo. the old housekeeper.
~NUt that he'd give it to you-the mas
ar IS dreadful close in his calcu. ations.
3at there's nothing like trying. Now, IS
herc:"
J. ate fixed her great sea.blue eyes full
n Cleo's wrnkled face, and considered
Ae question dispassionately.
~lve heard of marching up to the can
IONS mouth said she. ~ would almost
rather do that than ask Uncle kasweil
Dor dollar. But you are right, Cleo
Aere's nothing like trying"
Sheeyed herself in the glass-a bright,
sadacious faced Little brunette, with a
s1op of short, brown curls parted enl-
shat 'cally on one side, cheeks flushed
With rosy health, and captivating dim
Ole in her chin-she pulled her sailor
collar straight, and threw away cluster
III vparigolds which had wilted in her
3osum.
leo" said she, "shall I do2"
ite old woman looked lovingly at
-! the Major hadn't heart of stone,
Fi.s.' said she, "he couldn't refuse
nn. ynu asked of him"
, ate lauphed.
~ " Sill every one was of the same
nind us YOU, Geo." she said.
ard hen she marched out to the
Aunc- oored portico, where her uncle,
Ma ei in huge baskct-chair, was read
my hi mornings letters through pair
s;eel-bound spectacles.
Major Kaswell looked up, with smile.
He almost always smiled when Kate ap-
aeared before him, but it was q cold,
ast sr encouraging, smile.
'Well, my dear" said he.
ssUncle," stammered Kate, II should
Re a little little pocket money"
.'Wkat forf" said the Major, still with
He immo2able smile widening his mouth.
Rate hesitated.
She had wanted a yard of Smyrna
Ace, pint of peanuts, two postage
xamps and a bottle of cough mixture
br one of her proteges in the village;
aut all these things seemed so pitifully
snsignifcant in the cold light of Major
Xaswe!l's frigid blue eyes and stony
xn.le, that she lacked courage to
numerate them.
! "Oh. various things!" said she, feebly.
~, arious things, eh2" said the Major.
AYES, dare say! But that isn't the way
xdo business, katharine. Any reasonable
BILLS that you may contract may be sent
10 me, and will pay for them by check.
] always like to know where l stand,
financially"
But, uncle, little ready money in
zEs's pocket"
lis the most wasteful system in the
world my dear"
mo. be off about your business, or
III have you arrested! Ito a swart-iaced
Halan organ-grinder, who, accompanied
By his tattered wife and monkey, were
siding up the broad carriage drive).
And Kate shrank back, almost as
Serveusly as if the stern rebuff were
addressed to her own Individual self.
No, there was no use to protest.
Uncle Kaswell was an autocrat in his
say. She could only retire as grace
sully as possible from the field of action
md confess to old Cleo that she had been
asfeated.
SIT makes me feel so helpless" said
iAe, clenching her hands. sob, Cleo,
an't there any one in the village that
wants a little sewing done, or bit
II house cleaning done, or something
Shat represents money value2"
II think you're going crazy, miss"
mid Cleo, with gasp.
s:bIoney I must haveW assYerated
Yate. "Docs Uncle kaswell think am
IKE the savage tribes of Africa, who
i've on bits of colorcd glass and wax
Seads! And money 1 mean to earn,
ssne way or other. Else might as we'll
Dc pauper! Checks, indeed! A check
sbr . paper of pins, or a package of
uream chocolates! wonder how Uncle
Yaswell would like it himselfp'
For a minute Kate hesitated whether
- laugh or to cry. And in default of
sither, she caught up her hat and went
cat into the garden to hunt butterflies
Dor her collection.
'Bless and save US, miss" said John,
sRe knotty-faced man who ofticiatcd in
lie double capacity of gardener and
ssableman. "Why, you nearly knocked
NC over"
'tpm very sorry, john" said Kate,
picking up her butte fly net. "But if
Is had not been for you, l should have
eMght that lovely terra-cotta specimen:
What were you staring at9 One would
fhink you might have gotten out of the
7ray."
ATS the Loaf, MISS" said John.
at isn't running away, 1 suppose"
fsa,castically.)
'No. miss; but it might" John
saswered. in rather nettled fashion.
t.if l didn't keep my eye on it. It's
tSem bicycle men and tourists from th;.
Resel want to hire it. And they're that
mad because master has given orders to
NV no that two of 'em has tried to sneak
4 away on the sly already. Boats is
scarce hereabouts-thatk kind O. boat, at
Ssst. But it's locked tight, and the key
nsder the tool-house matp'-concluding
his speech with chuckle.
SITS too bad !" said Kate. 'sNo one
urer uses it here. Some one ought to
have the good of it."
sTt's q private boat" asserted john,
asabbornly. "No one hain't no business
Nth it but ourselves,
John" .t-5 -,
''Yes, Miss Kate" =