Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1894-09-29

'Yes," murmured Dalzell kenwoo1,
with a smile, land a precious scape-
grace he WAS Schoolmates, yes:
friends, no! I'm not one OF the sort
that likes to play with edged tools.
Nevertheless. in consideration OF all
that he has lost and have gained, I'll
try TO forget those old times. People
always hinted that his father was a
Spanish pirate and his mother for
: tune-teller.
Zoe laughed
"Oh, Dali, said she, II never know
before that men could be gossips a.
yell as women.
They re capita. at the business, ;"
sail kenwool, with gravity.
Zoe Atwater's engagement was
scarcely g week old when one day her
maid came tiptocinS softly upstairs. !
There's very respectable old
woman down stairs, miss, asking to
see you, said she, lowering her voice
TO 3 mysterious cadence.
Zoe's ia r face c,ouded over slightly.
Dalzell had Just departed on b-ief
business tour to the South, and this
was her first delicious love Letter to
him.
She laid down her tiny pearl hand
led pen with its diamond tip.
"l'm particularly engaged to Gay,
Marie" said she. II can see no or-. !"
''Ics, mss, kEcv," SAL. Marie
yrimping the 1nnn.e OF her apron witt
her fingers, "but she is SO very per
sistent-quite respectable body. to-.
and l think-I'm not sure, miss, bu'
/ think it has something to do with
Mr.. Kenwood."
A charming glow suffused Zoo's
face.
"Oh, why didn'tyou say so at first I
cried she Tell her to come up i'm
meliately. Perhaps it's some message
that he omitted to leave-or maybe
But go, Marie, go at oncel"
Marie obeyed, and presently. re.
turned, ushcring into her mistress
blue-and- silver boadoir a stout, re-
spectacle female in stifflv starchcd
print dress, a white apron and a black
bonnet, with the edge bent little
askew under its weight Of scarlet
cotton roses and crumplr leaves.
On her hands she wore cotton
gloves. and she carried q fiat mark e,
basket and slngham umbrella, faded
i'll streaks by its last encounter with
the rain.
She dropped courtesy. Miss At
water rose from her low writing CHAR,
with soft froufrou of wmite cash
meIf and Valenciennes lace, while she
secretly wondered whether this were
visitant from her Sunday school dis
trict, or representative OF the tene-
ment houses she sometimes passed
through III the cause OF sweet charity.
Was she a washerwou4an, or hired
nun sc? Or perhaps the grandmothe,
o. one Of those ideal 'had BOYS" who
could not be made to take interest IN
church picnics or model gviunasiums,
but obstinately preferred the CUTTERS
instead?
"Good- d-mornns said she, with the
soft graclousness that was part OF her
nature. 81 don't seem quite to re
member W 10 YOU are.
..No, miss. 1t cant be expected rs
vo1 should, said the stout old woman,
clearing her husky throat 'You re
writing letter, miss. PEaps its t.
Mr. Dalzell kenwood?"
Zoe looked at her In surprise-ner-
haps with little offense
''0h, miss, hurrledly spoAe tht
woman, deposlting her market baske
/ OF the door and pulling on, red
bordered pocket handkerchief, :"
nlver would ha dared TO come her
without | was dead certain Dalzei
kenwoo were gone. But its oni,
nateral | should want to see the In
lady he's to marry one o these days
though he's forbid me iver 10 les oi
as I'm anything 10 him. -
And she buried her blunt nose !.
the red kerchles. with sniff.
..Oh. understand" - said Zoe, pu,
| ling forward chair, into which BE-
visitor dropped You are MS ol
nucse-or perhaps one Of the k-nsoo
r .