The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1893-11-17

WNNN%MMNMNN' spectral enough for
W\WMW anything in the
'~ ahostly eve n II g
light SO tho tall sunburnt young fell
low. dressed in gray h"nessi:;;ii, Scotch
cap and tall top boots, walking up and
down with his hands in his coat pock.
etsss thought as he watched the dark
ening Of the dreary day into still moro
dreary night and listened to the wild
melancholy moaning of the mysterious
pino woods.
With an unearthly shrek, such ns
only an Indian or locomotive can give,
the train steamed in and stopped to
let tho passengers for Ashficld get out.
Half II d"v"c :G;;:::.-yyc::3::, Two Oil
women, n baby, u young lady and gcn-
tloman, and littlo whito Inp-dog-
that was what tho CIR disgorgod, and
thon tho bell rang, and it went steam.
ing off like fiery meteor buck to tho
city. The countrymcn, the old women
and tho baby went AWAY, and only tho
young lady and gentleman and lnp-dog
remained, with Mr.. John Ward i'm the
background accommodating. Tho
young Indy threw back her veil, dis.
closing pair of particularly bright
brown Dyes, hair to match, wnvy and
glossy, rosy little mouth, and nm in
tcnscly anxious expression of cuuntc.
nance generally.
''Dear me! it's worry oddl I told
Kitty was coming to-day, and sho
assured mo her brother or some ono
would bo in waiting. ItsRstting dark,
md / don't soc whatever we arc going
to do in this Wilderness"
'Pcrhnps That fellow over there in
tho gray homcspun may know how to
direct us, " suggested tho young gem
tlemnn, who was IL very stylishly got-up
young gentleman, indeed, with cloak
and n mustnchc, and II pnlo nn,l inter
csting countenancc, illuminated by II
pair of large, dark, melancholy eyes.
"Shall ] ask him?"
John Ward, in his distant corner,
saw tho bright brown eyes turn his
way and become painfully conscious
8t bis PFiaSS 1bqmpGGshfpbaan aRa nG5p4r1ffe
fully dark eyes down, there and then,
'-."ncu,i un,i TO- ---..
an awkward grace of his own, to tho
brown-oyod young lady.
"Bog your pnrdon-is your name
Miss Grant?"
.Yos, sir; md you arc"
"John Ward, Kitty's brother; and
hao gigs right out here, waiting. Is
this your luggagc?"
Ho was lifting huge trunk and
Gugcr bandboX, still rod to tho roots
Df his hair, when IL little hand, Inintily
kidded, was held out, md the pretty
fnce was looking up Mt him with tho
pretticst smile in the world.
II nm very glad to see you, Mr..
Ward. | have heard SO much of You
from Kitty that / don't feel ns if wo
were strangers ut all. "
"4ou nrc very good to remember
mc! John stlmmcrcd, dropping the
lavender glove ms if it burned him.
'Will you get into the gig? it's cold
here"
"Ccrtainly; but first let me make
you acquainted with Mr.. Duvnl - Mr..
Ward, Mr.. Duval"
Mr.. Duvnl lifted his excessively he.
coming cap m inch from his chon
locks and replaced it again, staring ut
John all the while as if he were II live
kangaroo; and John seized the trunk
ms If it were II work box and carried il
7.
Duvnl followed with the young lady,
She lap.dog and the bandbox, and took
his seat quite ms u matter of course be.
side her while John drove through the
lonely rond whistling "Spccd the
Plow,' and trying TO appear very
much mt ease and quite unconscious of
the animated conversation gong on
behind him. Now and then little Miss
Grant would lean over and ask him a
question, but Johns answers were not
elaborate and talk all on one side soon
fags.
He had been silently whistling for
upward of n quarter of an hour, when
they drove through wooden gate, up
an avenue of orange hemlocks and
stopped before tall, ld-fashioned
farm house, whose windows were all
ablnzc with illumination.
At the sound of the wheels, the hall
door was thrown open and bright
face, framed in golden hair, dimpled
and smiling and rosy, pcepcd out. One
glance was sufficient, and with shrill
little shrek of delight, Miss Kitty
was clasped in the arms of Miss Hat
tie.
My own dear, darling Hattie! Oh,
I'm so glad you've come !" cried Kitty,
On shrill tones of JOY.
'Oh, Kitty, how nice it is to meet
you again ~ cried Miss Hattie, with
equal shrillness. "And how well YOU
are looking Just to think it is two
whole months since we parted last.
eyes, doesn't it seem like ali age :"
But come in; I expect you are freez-
ing"
'Let me make you acquainted with
Mr.. Duyal, dearest, was Miss Hnttie's
somewhat innppositc reply; and Mr..
DuvaI bowed much more pcritoIy rs