Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1899-11-29

The poor woman, who stung by jeai-
lousy, had implied more than she meant
sat silent. There was now no way
outsof her difficulty but to say that
Sarah was not having any attention;
and she would rather die than say
that before that saucy Hannah Matilda
Hannah, who had enticed Jerry
Rogers away from Sarah, and who glo-
ried in the deed. Sarah's sweet, deli
cate face, with its wistful blue eyes,
rose up before her $50 different from
Hannah's), and she felt sure that if
her daughter had been the only child
of SO rich farmer as Benson, Rogers
would never have left her.
"Well?" said Hannah, impatiently.
The thought of the Benson riches
was uppermost in Mrs. Prentice's
mind and again she spoke unavisedly.
81 guess whatever young man is
showing my daughter attention, she
didn't have to ouse money to entice him
away from, another girl!'
i Hannah, who we'll knew that she
could not compare with Sarah in looks,
flushed crimson. 81 understand"
she exclsimed; "yon're just pretend
ing SO that won't think Sarah is
dyin' Ola broken hearth
II Mrs. Benson, whose attention since
Hannah's entrance had been absorbed
by the beans, starred and upset half
Of them. Hannah Matilda!" she
cried, "what can you be thinkin' of,
ITO use such words to Mis- Prentice in
this house?"
- "Well, ma, why can't she answer,
instead O. beatin' about the bush so?
Now" to Mrs. Prentice, ''is Sarah en-
gagged or not?"
'sYes!" and for the first time in her
life Mrs. Prentice had told lie.
She sat, too overcome and dazed to
fotice anything, as Mrs. Benson put
I. the beans. that had fallen on the table
into dish ano directed Hannah to
sweep up those spilled over the floor.
Fortunately for her, she was not called
on'tosay much, as Mrs. Benson, NOR
titled at Hannah's rude behavior, tried
to smooth things over by talking in
cessantly; and Hannah, anxious to
show. that she was not jealous OF her
rival, brought out various articles
from her trousseau and displayed them
proudly to Mrs. Prentice, advising
her how to have this and that made
Cor Sarah. Every word cut the poor
woman to the heart, and the lie loomed
up mo black and fearful before her.
Dimly she noticed the dainty en-
breideries and laces, and the marking
(she remembered that marking after
swards), Hannah Matilda Rogers, not
Benson. Mrs. Benson paused for a
) moment in her preparations for sup
i per. t'Just notice that marking, will
You Mrs. Prenticei She done every
stitch, O. that herself; an you see it's
the French style, not that Keusington
outline. Look how handsome the r
is, with all those little flowers en-
twined arouai it! There, Matilda,
that's your pas step; go cut the cake
and we'll have supper. ;"
Mrs. Prentice rose and tottered to
the door.
~ "Why, Mis- Prentice! What's the
matter?' cried Mrs. Benson.
y. z guess I'd better be goin'," said
Mrs. Prentice in low, choking voice.
ssNow, Mis- Prentice, you amt
ta'goin' to mind what said?" asked
) Hannah.
.ssWhat?"
! Y IS You amt angry?"
No. 7 don't mind anything; I'm
s;asgoin' home. She opened the door
and stepped out, bonnetless and cloak
B Iesssbnbi Mrs. Benson ran after her
aai calght her by the arm. "Mary
Eliza Prentice you'll catch your death,
HI this bleak March wind! You know