The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1904-07-14

What a pity it is that so well-look-
ing a gentleman as Mr.. Price should
bestow his attentions where they are
not appreciated, especially when there
are so many young ladies here quite
unnoticed. Pauline Jackson has been
all the afternoon seeking an oppor-
tunity to speak to him." remarked
aunt Gertrude.
"Oh, help her to accomplish her
wish for my sake, Gertie. there's a
dearr exclaimed Miss Marsh.
Mrs. Truman rose and crossed the
room to where Miss Jackson was
standing alone toying with her fan,
and at once entered into conversation
with that lady-a tail, handsome
blonde of twenty or thereabouts, who
neutralized her natural advantages
by an air of conscious beauty.
When 1 parted from YOU at the
door of my uncle's house in London.
I did not think it would be so long be-
fore should see you again, Con-
stance" l said, seizing my first op-
portunity to speak with her alone.
Nor l." replied Miss Marsh, looking
down.
But 1t has been absolutely I'M
avoidable; l could not help myself"
Gould you not have written she
asked. suddenly turning her clear blue
eyes full upon me.
Hardly" l urged; lat least not in
a way that would have presented mat
ters fairly to you. OF course. you
heard of the trouble between my
father and his brother?"
II heard there was some trouble
between them, and that all Intercourse
was broken off almost as soon as it
had been renewed; but l have no idea
what it was about"
Il will gladly tell you the whole
miserable story; but not now-lt is too
long. Meanwhile, you think as we'll
of me as ever, do you not?' | asked
with great earnestness.
Il can't say, really. l am not quite
sure that l do"
But you will when have acquaint-
cd you with my experiences. When
will you give me an opportunity to
do So?"
'These people will be gone by seven
o'clock, and then will gladly attend
to anything you wish to say. My Sis
ter tells me you are going to stay in
your uncle's house for some time
"Oh. thank you ever so much! Yes,
my uncle has kindly invited me to
stay with him for a while. Look,
here he comes"
you are very quiet, Ernest said
uncle Sam, bustling up to me. DO
you wish your countrymen to lose their
reputation for gallantry? Come with
me and 1 will introduce you more
particularly to some Of the ladies"
II think l would prefer to remain
here, thank you, uncle" l answered
quietly.
"Oh, you would, would you: Well,
then, I'll stay with you;" and as he
uttered the words my uncle seated
himself at my side. That tall dark
young lady you see talking with Mrs.
Holliston is Miss Inez Juarrez, daugh-
ter of rich Paraguayan mine-owner
who was shot by the despot Lopez in
1870; she enjoys pension from the
Paraguayan Government. and owns
a silver mine in her own right. That
stout young lady talking with Mr..
Rosenberg. is Miss Bertha Kallman.
heiress of the largest brewer in Ameri-
ca; her fathers brewery near Cincin.
natl is like a small city. The lady Oh
the right Of them. with your aunt and
Mr.. Price, is Paulina Jackson; her
father is banker in Chicago. That
shrill-voiced little miss sitting next
to Mr. Thomas is Ely Kennedy,
daughter of Michael Kennedy the
Congressman
What sort of man is Mr.. Rosenberg
asked desiring to exhibit to Miss
Marsh n!y- indifference to all other
ladies.
"A stockhroker," answered uncle
Sam. He is German by birth, but
has lived in New York nearly all his
life. Without exception, Rosenberg
is the sharpest fellow have ever en-
countered. My admiration for his
talents is unbounded. In matters of
business 1 approach him only with
extreme caution. Mather, voorhees,.
and Gilmer are also stockholders; they
operate together, but the combina-
ton can't hold a candle to Rosy.
O'Connor edits the New York Moon
and Ellis Thomas lives at his ease on
an enormous property his father left
him; he don't engage in any business.
Mr.. Stuyvesant Wollaston is Profes-
sor OF Cosmogony at Harvard Uni
versity, and Mr.. Wollaston lectures on
Womcn's Rights"
you have not told your nephew
about Miss Christison," said Miss
Marsh, smiling
"Ah, hcw stupid OF me" exclaimed
uncle Sam: Il quite forgot her. Miss
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