Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1898-02-05

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But am sorry be caused you 80
much trouble. Beauty y
The dove turned his head and !
looked at him askance, but be did /
not stir from Jennie's hand.
Beauty seems very well satis-
fed be said. II don't think hes
particularly pleased With Wood
lawn. I brought him.an the way
from France. ! beg your pardon
Miss
.My name is Jennie Rivers art
lessly.
sfOh, yes, yes, from Maple Hill.
remember. / am away SO much that
my acquaintances grow out OF my
remembrance. I used to know your
aunt. Pray, walk in, Miss Rivera
"Oh,no thank you'll ! must hur-
| ~ back. Please take your pretty
| dove, SIR"
"On the contrary, do me the ia.
vor to keep him, Miss Rivers"
"Oh, Captain Fossebrooke, do
you mean it ~
She looked up at him with her
great starry eyes her sweet, red
lips apart, smiling.
81 mean it with my whole heart,'
he said, bowling low. ''Beauty is
yours"
So Jennie had returned to Maple
Hill in the hush of the summer twi-
light with the white dove still nest
ling in her bosom, and Captain
Fossebrooke had gone with her.
She was thinking it all over now,
sitting on the hearth, when her aunt
called again and up sprang Jennie,
and away fut;ered the birds.
"You ought to know. that Ade-
laide is waiting for you,s said Mrs.
Cooper, severely.
Indeed, auntie, / forgot, 1replied
Jennie.
"It's a wonder to me you don't
forget to bring your breath. Ade-
laide wants you to FIX her hair, and
she been waiting a round half an
hour"
Jennie made no reply, but hur-
ried into the room, where her cousin
was busy with her toilet.
There was to be a party at Wood
lawn that night, and both girls were
invited but, of course, Jennie had
no thought of going.
"They merely put in your name
SO. as not to be uncivil; of course
they n'texpect 5ou,' her aunt had
said.
And Lannie had acquiesced in Of
lence.
II mentioned that wanted you
to do my hair" said Adelaide, pet
tishly. "WEat made you keep me
waitiDg?'
II forgot-but l. can soon do it
now was Jennie's pleasant answer.
81 don't believe it. You kept me
waiting just for spite. You don't
want me to go because you can't"
continued Miss Adelaide.
The delicate color in Jennie's
cheek deepcned, but she set about
her task in silence. When the Golf
fure was complete it was quite sue,
cess.
"Now bring my flowers" said
Adelaide, surveying herself with
smiling satisfaction. "There they
are on the window sill. Captain
Fossebr poke sent them over this
morning."
Jennie turned towards the open
window. But before she had secur-
ed the urn OF flowers, her white dove
came fluttering in, and striking the
slender vase, sent flowers and all
down into the yard below.
snow, see thatl |" cried Adelaide,
in fury. "My flowers are spoiled.
Oh, you hateful tormentr'
She struck the dove, which had
settled on Jennie's shoulder, with
her open palm, as she spoke. The
bird uttered plaintive little cry,
fiuttered, and fell to the floor.
ooh, how could your" cried Jen-
ME, STOPPING and picking it up.
"You have killed it,
II hope have" retofted Ade-
laide, angrily. ''You have no busi-
ness with it anyhow. What dose
Captain Fossebrooke care for you r.
Jennie stood silent, holding the
dead dove to her bosom.
"I'll never forgive you," she burst
forth at last. "I'll-never do another
thing for you as long as / live. You
have killed my dove.'
She turned and fed out of the
room, and out of the house. Nor
did she stop until she had crossed
the lawn, and found shelter in her
favorite, secluded spot, under the
gloom of the hazel thicket. There
she threw herself down, clasping the
dead bird to her heart.
'Oh, Beauty, my darling she
moaned.
The silver wings began to stir and
autter in the soft, warm shelter of
her bosom. She uttered sharp CRY
of rapture.