The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1900-09-29
KENNEDY.
By ANNABsI. DWIGHT.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
A pretty cove making in from the
ocean, strip of white sand, and some
tall, gray cliffs for a background; and
such bright, breezy morning! The
cool waves leaped jeyousiy in the June
sunshine, and caught thousand gilt
tering rays in the golden light.
Kennedy was just pushing off for
the yacht, as Beatrice Grant, accom-
panied by her friend. Miss Lizzie Full
ton. came down to the pier.
Kennedy was the new skipper. The
last one, Dawson, had been discharged
for drunkenness, and this man put in
his place.
Kennedy was dark and handsome, Of
magnificent build, and had decidedly
picturesque look, in his red shirt and
white straw hat.
Beatrice, who was quite an artist,
looked at him appprovingly with her
great, calm, innocent eyes, as, seeing
that she wished to speak with him, ne
drought his boat about and stepped
'out upon the pier.
as the Spray nearly ready, Ken
nedy?' she asked, graciously. Our
party arrived today, and papa says
we, are only waiting now for you and
the wind a little smile revealed the
tips ef her white teeth.
IF the wind is fair. we can start to-
morrow, Miss Beatrice said Ken
nedy, with an answering smile, which
held an undertook of tenderness, as
his gaze rested upon the, girls fair face.
Very well. she returned. in calm
s.ssaess' fIisf The handsome
lssFiper had presumed to admire her.
She turned away, and as she did so,
darned gray silk glove fell upon the
pier.
Lizzie Fulton who was rather near
sighted looking back, whispered hur-
riedly to Beatrice:
81 believe that man has picked up
your glove"
Beatrice turned back.
Kennedy was standing quietly, with
folded arms, looking after her.
Kennedy with sort of cold state
Illness. did you pick up my glove"
"Your glove, Miss Beatrice"' he
said, imperturbably. "Oh nor
And then, as the young ladies moved
ON. he threw himself once more into
the boat, and pulled swiftly for the
Spray, riding gracefully at anchor
just off the shore
Once OH the deck of the dainty yacht,
he drew from an inner pocket or his
loosened shirt a small, crumpled, gray
glove: This he slnoothed gently in
his strong brown palm, tenderness and
amusement both struggling in the
smile which erept!into his hazel eyes.
"a proud little lady" he said softly,
as he pat the glove back again.
1t was jolly party which left
Grant Ledge on the following morning,
for cruise along the Atlantic coast.
Mr.. Grant was the reputed poSsessor
Of handsome fortune; and his mother
less daughter. lovely. talented, and
Just 10 had invited most Of her own
particular set. with one or two elder
ly ladies, for propriety's sake. and now
they were off for a month or two of de-
lightful sailing.
Among the party there were one or
two would-be lovers Of the girl. and
occasionally, to escape their sentimen
tai speeches, she would find Kennedy,
and talk to him about the weather,
and the course of the yacht, etc. and
Kennedy, thoroughly understanding
her maneuvcrs, would aid her with
only half-reprcssed amusement in his
eyes.
But one time, as she approached the
wheel where he was standing q lurch
of the vessel threw her forward, and
as he caught her upon one arm. he
brushed his lips lightly over the bright
brown waves of her hair. A delicate,
bright color flooded her cheeks instant
", and the small head crested itself
with the statehness of a queen.
Kennedy she cried Indignantly;
"you forget yourself. How dare you
presume so?'
Kennedy's dark face smiled down
at her with a conscious strength and
manlineSs.
81 dare to presume in many ways,
Miss Bee. if l cared TO-" he said, calm
".
'You must not call me Miss Bee,
the girl corrected. haughtily, fire fash
ing from her clear brown eyes: that
name is only for the friends in my
own station. And do not smile at me
In that way. Kennedy, Your very look
is presumptuous.
Kennedy bit his smiling lips under
his heavy moustache, and turned his
gaze seaward
Miss Beatrice" he said gently: YOU
are Tery fortunate ,ady, as proud as