Lexington gazette. [volume] (Lexington, Va.) 1871-1962, 1902-05-16

("AFFIANCED,\
( ST. LOUIS" }
By Ruth Kimball Gardiner }
Copyright, 1902, by
Ruth Kimball Gardiner

"Shes going north Tuesday" said
Gilmore. "You will do it, won't you,
Jack?"
His host withdrew his gaze from the
dancing waters Of Biloxi bay.
Propose to her for youT he asked.
"You know l don't want you to do
that" said Gilmore. II want you just
to put in a good word for me. She
thinks lot Of your opinion. I'd do
as much for you if there was the re-
hottest chance Of your ever wanting
to marry. Here she comes now. I'm
off,"
Priscilla came out into the glare on
the gallery In time to see Gilmore dis
appear down the magnolia lined ave-
nue..
"Bob's going over the bayou with the
doctor to look at that mare Of Stuarts
I'm thinking of buying" said Seymour.
Shed make q fine mount for you II
you were going to stay. 1t will be
lonely here when you're gone"
"Will itY' asked Priscilla, with in
terest
EYES," answered Seymour. "Bob's
going too"
"Ohw she said. "Of course, you'll
miss-Mr. Gilmore and-mamma. Mr..
Gilmore is going as far as New York
with us. Why don't you come, too,
Cousin Jack, and go to Paris with us|
II can't get away" said Seymour.
"But Bob will take good care of you.
He's q mighty fine fellow, Priscilla,
and l wish he wasn't so set on going
back to st. Louis, but he couldn't
stand the quiet life down here long.
1t doesn't suit him. He's not very
keen about hunting and fishing and the
country, you know. He likes books
and art and going about a lot and
things like that"
II thought all men liked to kill
things" remarked Priscilla.
"Bob doesn't answered Seymour.
Hes the worst shot you ever-that
is, hs doesn't care for shooting. OF
course, if he tried he could be as fine
shot as anybody. He has knack of
doing everything we'll"
"He dances sweetly."
Doesn't he, though" assented Sey-
mour.
"And he talks nicely" she continued.
"He's a mighty fine fellow" said Sey-
mour. 81 tell you what, Priscilla"
and Seymour stared straight at the
moss pendants on the live oak with q
positive blush, Il think the girl that
gets him will be lucky"
Priscillas eyes danced like the rip
pies on the bay beyond the white shell
road
eyes, l fancy he thinks so. too" she
said.
That's not nice Of you." Seymour
fastened to say. Hes not that kind
at all. Bob's not a bit conceited, but
he's-he's a mighty fine fellow, and the
girl who gets him will be lucky"
That's precisely what you said be-
fore" observed Priscilla. Il have the
sentiment by heart"
II wish you wouldn't guy me. Pris-
cilla," said Seymour. Il know I'm an
old duffer when try to talk"
you're not bit older than Mr.. ELL
more, and you're dear"
That's good of you, but you mustn't
think Bob's the sort of fellow to rate
himself highly. He's as humble as
can be when it comes to his opinion Of
himself. He's mighty fine
'If you tell me that again, l shall
Scream said Priscilla. Cant you
think of anything else?"
Nothing but you," said Seymour.
Priscilla laughed.
you're fond Of Mr.. Fillmore, aren't
you" she asked.
Hes the best friend l have.
should be very sorry indeed to have
we'll, to have anything happen that
would make him unhappy"
II really believe you've mistaken
your vocation, Cousin Jack. Such
abilities as yours are wasted on
plantation. You ought to have been a
diplomatist l wonder you ever con-
sented to bury yourself here"
ooh, like it here. l was born here.
I'm too big and overgrown to be COM
Portable in q city. need room. l
like the country. It's what I'm fitted
for. But l suppose it does seem like
being buried to you. Most northern
people feel that way. l know Bob
does. He's too clever for my kind OF
Iifa sHNhat makes Won hugh Pris-