The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1899-01-18

to see me. So my bonnie lassie, go
away for half an hour and talk your
hats we'll over-straw and ribbons aud
a'-and let MIR. Mowbray and me get
through our argument. He has the
last word now, and that, you know, is
far wrong"
"The last word belongs to women,
does it not, father?"
"To women by courtesy, Jessy; to
ministers by right. Now, Mr.. Now
bray, you were saying"
The parlor door closed the argu-
ment as far as Jessy and Katherine
were concerned. They went slowly
up the stairs hand in hand, not speak
ing until they were in Jessy's room.
Then Katherine said:
"Who is your guest, Jessie Tel.
fair? And where did he come from?"
"His father was OF Edinburgh Uni
versity with my father. They were
friends-or enemies. I am not sure
which. The elder Mowbray died last
Christmas and left father q token.
The young man brought it to him."
"a token of what, Jessy?"
"It might be love-token. Father
put it in his vest pocket and never
said word"
"Only think of Minister Telfair
having a romance! Such nice, COM
Portable, middle-aged gentleman with
alove-token a in his vest pocket!"
'I did not say that it was certainly
love-token, Katherine"
"But let us think It was. have
an idea there is q great deal of hidden
romance in life. And please, Jessy,
where does the young man come
from?"
"Over the Border-somewhere in
Westmoreland."
Jessy was trying on the new hat,
fitting it this way and that way, and
she was not as interested in the ques-
ton as Katherine thought she might
have been.
.Never mind tho hat, Jessy. You
can get another just like it in Gala.
shiels tomorrow. But the young
man could not be matched at all, I
should say-unless we went over the
Border somewhere in Westmoreland,
to find his marrow"
"Do you think him 80 handsome?"
"Do you not think him so hand
some?"
HE is not to be compared with
Jamie Wintoun."
ssPerhaps not, if the comparison be
made by inches. But then Mr.. Now.
bray is all alive. His hand was hot;
its. clasp went straight to my heart:
his very fnger-tips tingled. I know,
for I touched them. Jamie Wintoun
is made of clay-you never doubt it. "
"Mr. Mowbray is also made OF
clay"
Uniformed with spirit"
"Jamie has some spirit. he is q
bit of laggsrd truly, but, generally
speaking, he does what he wants to
do. Mr.. Mowbray is only a bird of
passage; he is here to-day and to.
morrow he will be gone"
Katherine did not contradict this
prophecy. She walked to the window
and looked out over the green desert
and up to the gray armament above it.
'It will rain OF sunset, Jessy," she
said. "Let US hasten the minister's
argument. This bird of passage will
want somewhere to sleep. Are you
going to ask him to stay at the manse?"
'sFather has said nothing to me.
I will speak to him as we walk over
the hill"
Perhaps it was the supposed need
for obtaining this information which
led Jessy to range herself at her
fathers side and with smiling move
ment indicate to Mr.. Mowbray that
his duty was to be Katherine's escort.
It seemed, however, the most natural
of positions; neither of them felt
moments surprise OF their sudden
companionship. They sauntered
through the garden, which was full of
early flowers, and Katherine pointed
out the sweet freedom and demo-
cratic friendships that were permitted
there.
"Pansies are everywhere you see,"
she said, "and the rose-trees have no
upper beds to grow in, and the lilies
are not too sanity to mingle with the
gadabout honeysuckle-vine and the
uar, worldly nopnias
"Yet the place is pretty now, and it
will, doubtless grow more lovely with
the summer. My gardener has but
one idea, and that is to make geome-
trical shapes and fill them with colored
leaves or blossoms.
TO BE CONTINUED.