Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1893-11-02

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CHAPTER v.-CoNTNuKD.
"You are the priestess of simplicity
to-night, Cousin Bessie" he said, easily.
II really believe you have discovered
that the Judges grandmother was
Scotch; though he has dropped the Nc,
which clings to me-"
lyon are mistaken, SIR" the digni-
tary answered, rather frigidly, at inter
ruption of his tete-a-tete.
BEG pardon, really" the young man
retorted, blandly. 81 thought had
read that about you in something some
where; but we're making history so
fast, nowadays, that really fellow
can't pretend to keep accurately to it. :"
where do you come from, Willie?"
Miss Bessie asked, her quick tact CATCH
ing the boys pert tome. "You are dread
fully late, sir!"
"Not a bit Of 1t, coz Been here an
hour-in the conservatory with la belle
Nina, from Philadelphia. Was routed
out by your mamma's Roman regard as
she strolled in on the arm of Peyton
Fitzhugh. Handsome dog, that fellow;
and deep, too"
''That swarthy, handsome man just
quickly, as he caught the flush deepen
Ing on the girls cheek.
Eyes," she replied.
"a friend of yours, Miss Bessie?"
81 know Mr.. Fitzhugh," she answered,
quietly; but she shot a quick, meaning
glance ut her cousin, as she added,
"but we have seen very little of him Of
hte.'
From the name he should be Vir-
ginian," the judge said.
"Or Scotch, ike-me," Willie Mckee
added, innocently, coming to the res
cue.
The minister only smiled at the per-
sistent badinage of the youth; the wife
of another great man-herself a bril-
liant musician-approached the piano,
surrounded by an admiring group, and
as the secretary joined it Bessie West
chester slipped her arm into her cous-
ms and passed into the deep bay win
dow.
Anything more?" she asked, eager
ly, as the shadow of heavy curtains
yelled them from the buzzing throng
without.
Eyes; everything is ready the boy
answered low. Carroll Meredith got
back from Prince Georges this evening.
Old Pete recrossed last night; the river
is clear, and am going down dncking at
two ~, ho
81 am 80 glad"' the girl murmured,
feelingly. ''She is so wretched at the
delay"
There is no moon; and no picket, that
I know Of" Mckee went on. ''Still, I
thought it safer to get passes for myself
and boy had that dapper Yankee,
Maj. Bond, for supper, to get them.
That is the reason l was late
"You dear, good boy!" The girl held
out her hand warmly. ''But what a risk
for your
The clear face Of the boy grew grave,
but he retained the little hand gently,
rs he answered, with earnestness:
''Risk for me! Bess, you forget the
grave peril for her. You forget, too,
that would risk something really Sc
rious-ten times this-for you!" His
other hand covered the little one he
held.
Her face was turned away, and she
withdrew her hand-but very gently
as she answered, in half sigh:
"Hush, Willie. We are not speaking
Of that now. But do thank you, with
oil my heart. Tell me,"-she inter
rupted herself suddenly,-''wasm mamma
really talking seriously with Peyton
Fitzhugh?"
Seemingly IN deep earnest" Mckee
answered Coming suddenly on Miss
Nina and me, she stopped, but not be-
fore had heard her say: But you are
Virginian; your place is there! and had
caught his reply: Perhaps; but moth
ing is doing this weather. 1 may go
across, and Then he caught sight of
Us and stopped to shake hands with me-"
you're welcome!' the girl said. with
q toss of her head. 81 am glad he did
not, with me! I mistrust that man,
Willie. His name and race should make
him southern soldier; yet he stayed
abroad long, and now dawdles about
Washington and Baltimore as q society
man. while his brothers are sleeping in
snow and eating mule fesh!'
"Well, scarcely that bad" the youth
retorted, with smile. "a letter old
Pete brought Carroll from Gilmore
Howard is full of muffin worries and
starvation dances in Richmond Lord!
I yearly forgot! This is for her; the rum
ner said It was for your mother; but l
could not catch her alone" He drew a
tiny folded slip from his pocket, glanc-
ing warily out to see if prying eyes
noted its transfer to Miss Bessie's fair
hand and Its quicker disappearance in
her bosom
81 don't like Fitzhugh's course, my
SELF" he went on; land I hope your
mothers lecture may wake him up"
"Not if his own self-respect sleeps"
the girl retorted, bitterly. HE doesn't
look like bastard In war"
''Nor laggard in love, neither, if
can Judge q man." Mckee urged. "a
face like his must have the soul Of
man behind it Then he's SO lately
from Europe"
''Three months" she broke in. Cam
paigns are planned and won in less
timei 1t had been more graceful to
stay abroad than to return only to
lounge about union clubs and toady
Yankee officials"
perhaps he came here tonight on
their account" Mckee answered, with
one of his quizzical lifts of his eye
brows. But wasn't he soft on her
once? It seems to me that at Capon,
her first summer out"
A ouiclx warning gesture cuf off his