Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1899-03-08
JOBS RUSE,

SEE~F~gE
A New England winter scene-tl
hemlock forests all draped with e
mine fringes of snow-the hills nj
valleys white as if they were coate
with pearl, while from the farmhou.
chimneys in the gray thickets of lea
less naples under the rocks blu
spiral of spoke went wreathing an
curling up into the steely Jauuar, SIX.
and the sunset, reflected on the myria
tiny window panes of the wester
front, made an orange sparkle {
brightness that supplied the otherwis
lacking element of color to the frigi
landscape.
Farmer Westerbrook had jus
brought in al armful of snow-cruste
logs from the woodpile at the mort
end of the house. throwing them dow!
on the ample stone hearth with
noise like a small earthquake, whel
Sibyl Harrington started up.
"Five o'clock! Oh, I hadn't al
idea it was so late. must be going.
"Allow me to accompany you, Mis-
Harrington.
"You will let me see you home
Sibyl?"
Captain Meredith and Max Crossley
both spoke at once aud rose stimuli,
taneously, but Sibyl shook her head.
81 would prefer to walk alone" she
said, gayly.
. "And about the sleighing party to-
morrow night?" said Max auxionsly.
"I-I have half promised Captain
Meredith, said the village beauty, hel
long eyelashes dropping and delicate
shade of rose suffusing her cheek.
''But, Sibyl, I thought it was an un-
derstood matter between you, and me
three good weeks ago!" Max exclaimed
with contracting brows.
''Was it? I am sure had forgot
ten it"
MAX was silent. Captain Meredith's s
the silence.
,antly; ''but if am not punetual 10
the hour and the spot Miss Hatring, ),
ton may draw her own conclusions.
And Sibyl went out. her light loot
ateps making low, pleasant music on
the brittle snow.
She was very pretty, this gazelle-
eyed New England damsel,. with big
blue eyes turning to limpid purple
whenever she was in the least exclteo;
hair short, hung il golden fringe
over her broad, low forehead, and the
sweetest of rosy mouths, with three
sentinel dimples on cheeks and chin!
Max Crossley had loved her ever since
they were children together, and Cap
tain Meredith, who had come down &c
pass the holidays with his cousins the
Westerbrooks, had been caught IN the
meshes of that bronze-gold hair anc
the interlacing network of the lashes
that overhung the purple-blue eyes
and had prolonged his visit into Janu
sry.
upon my word, she's a regular
beauty" said the captain, starlnE
through the tiny window panes at tn
retreating footsteps OF Miss Harf1hs
ton.
Max Crossley looked quick y up a
him, as if he would have partlcuiari
liked to knock him over the andlron
in among the logs; but perhaps b
thought better of it, for he refralne
from any such demonstration.
ga beauty" went on the captalr
.and it's thousand pities she shoul
be thrown away on any of the countr
pumpkins who vegetate among thes
wiidernesses. Job,y you young villain
are those boots of mine blacked yet!
Farmer Westerbroos's hired boy
who had just come in to warm his en-
purpled hands at the merry, red blaz
looked glum.
ly.
"Well, what's the reasou?"
"nCause amt 'ad time
ssSee that you find time, then, AT
that quickly, tool" said the captain.
And Job glowered after him as
went gayly up the stairs;
sT lust wish 1 had the servin'
him out" said Job, goomily. "It
Job. do this, and Job, do that, al
Job, where's the warm water?and 10
what the deuce do you mean by letti
nv fire go out?' as if I was his bol
slave. and not red cent has he g.
me yet-no, nor so much as pleasa
word! I wonder if he means to st
here always"
"You and are equally partial
him, job" said Max Crossley, laue
ing.
"I heard him talking with Mi
sibyl about goin' sleigh ridin' .tom'
row night" said Job, shrewdly.
should ies' like to put Kicking Bi
in the shafts, I would, II 1T ware
fe. Miss Sibyl He don't know no
IN about horses, that there mill
cap'n don't"
And Job chuckled.
81 say, Mr.. Crossley," he RESUME
"why don't you get beforehand W
hin,.s Miss Sibyl don't really care
him-she's only dazzled like. I"
Max Crossley frowned slightly; h
est Job was not exactly the kind
Ganvmede he cared to have med
with his love affairs.
:.'Miss Harrington must choose
herself, Job" he said, and Job W
back to his work, secretly wonder
how young lady gifted with ordin
common sense could hesitate for !
ment between the captain aud Mr.. 4
Crossley.
The next night came-a night OF
nights pgopitious for sleighing exp'
tious and RUSTIC love making, the 70