Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1894-10-06


warmth seemed to find its way to his
chilled heart.
Il don't think I'll freeze, Margie
and I'll certainly write to you," he
promised.
And releasing the mito of a hand,
he -trode away, while MArgie hurried
into the house.
Il mustn't watch him out of sight.
because it would bring bad luck, and
maybe he would never come back"
she commented, gravelv, to herself.
as she slowed the eggs away in Q stone
Jar on the pantry shelf. ugh! how
/ would hate to go to Greenland" I" she
rejected, with q shudder at the pict
ure her fancy conjured up.
How jerome Meadowgay had come
to fall so desperately in love with Oc.
tavia Moekbee was mystery, seeing
there were plenty of other girls quite
as pretty, and with more amiable dis.
positions around the village of Hills.
dale.
however, love is proverbially blind
10 all defects, and though Octayia
wa" as heartle>s as one of the marble
Bafchantes at Forest Park, sac was
really very attractive-looking, with
her rcd lips and Spanish black eyes.
eAni us jerome Meadowgay was con-
si'ered quite an eligible match among
the helles of Billsdale, the course of
has love seemed to drift placidly along,
and bid fair to run in smooth chan
mel for time-until Ferdinand Foth-
er III appeared upon the scene. Then
everything was changed.
Nir. Fothergill was an insurance
agent, and made plenty of money; at
lenst he spent it plentifully, which
amounts to tho same thing as far ,s
appearances are concerned.
| He was a dashing young man, with
sharp gray eyes, and whiskers cut "a
Fandyke.
He wore seal-ring, dangling gold
watch chain and the finest of broad
cloth attire. Aud as Octavia Mockbee
was one of those persons who are
caught by superficial attractions and
outside glitter, she straightw~y gave
Jerome Meadowgay the cold shoulder.
The forty-acre farm, we'll stocked
AMI timbered, with its snug cottage.
Go.hic-roofed and covered in spring
with clambering hop vines and Vir-
| ginia creepers, whereof Jerome had
hoped to make her the mistress Of
compared to the prospects offered by
into insigni6cance.
And in spite of all opposition, Octa-
via determinedly took her fate into
her own hands and made no secret of
the fact that she was "off with the old
love, and on with the new"
Seeing that she was determined to
follow her own course, Grandma
Mockbee and Aunt Adaline decided to
give her respectable wedding, OF
least.
'Its the best We can do fur her. "
sighed the gran1mpther. "a willful
girl must have her own way; but il
she lives to repent, it won't be laid tv
our charge" "
And SO the wedding drew near. and
there was whisking of eggs and baking
Of cakes, to say nothing of dress
making and clear starching, within the
old Mock bee homestead.
The prospective bridegroom haf
gone on collecting tour which woult
detain him till the eve of the wedding
day. and the morning before the aus
piclous event arrived.
, Octavia was trying the effect of 4
pale pink necktie against her creamy
complexion; Amt Adaline WAS bastins
the box pleats IN silver gray popliI
that was to do duty as ''secondday
dress Grandma NJ bck bee vas thread
inc the laces In French corset, over
which the wedding gown was to b,
tried on.
Margie alone was idle, having re
fused to lend any assistance whatever
toward the coming festivities.
II shall not help to injure poo
Jerome," she declared, with a curl
ing lip.
Poor Jerome, indeed" mimicked
Octavia, sneerlngly.
She was about to add some stingine
remark, when a scream from the dress
maker, Miss Martha Phipps. drev
every eve in her direction.
, ooh, Miss Mockbee- Octavia-loo
. here l don't understand it. Mayb
it don't mean him. though"
"Dear me, what fuss you are max
ing Miss Phipps." cried Octavia, i'm
| patiently. Cant you tell what th
/ matter is, or have you lost the use 9
your tongue?"
Miss Phpps resented the causti
r speech with a toss OF her head
no, haven't lost the use OF m
onyue," she responded, spitefnlly-
"nor my eyes. either, or l wonldn
!, nave spiei this notice in the Popl.
Bluff Gazette. It's the marriage /
,euse of Ferdinand Fothergiu, Hill
!, .lale, and Miss Amy Cotterill. OF Poi
lar Blut.
..i,'s lie" shrieked OcsAvia, ev
iently verging on Mysteries. u don
believe a word O; it"
:, ..ls's right here IN black aud white