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THE AC DAUGHTER'
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1IBHISTRESU OPRICTIliOND TlOESE,
TALE Wittlerf,4 AND litt331011i0E,
By Mrs, MAY AGNES FLEW%
Author of " or n
Pvvey'm 1,4eorni,” Etc., Ego.
beat of her own fiery passions.
Georgia rarely went to church ; her
place of worship was the dark, eoloinn,
old prinievel forest, whore, lying under
the trees, listening to the drowsy
twittering of the birds for hor choir, she
would dream her wild, rainbow.tinted
visions of a future more glorious than
this earth ever realized. Ah the dreams
of eighteen.
* *
It was a wild, blusterous afternoon iu
early spring, a dark, dry, windy day.
Miss Jorusha, the same old east -iron
vestal as of yore, sat in the best room,
knitting away, just as you anal, realer,
tint saw her on Christmas Eve five
years ago, just looking as if five minutes
instead of years had passed since then,
so little change is there in her own pro-
per person or in that awe-inspiring
apartment', the best room. The asthmetie
rooking.ehair moms to have been at.
tacked with rheumatism since, for its
limbs are decidedly of a shaky charac-
ter, and its tionsemptive wheeze, as it
saws back or iorward, betokeus owe ins
and n ammosehinge Curled up at hor
feet lice that iutelligeut quadruped,
Betsey Periwinkle, gazing with blinking
eyes in the lire, and deeply absorbed in
her own reflections. A facetious little
gray -and -white kitten (Betsey's youpg-
est) le amusing itself running round and
round in a frantic effort to cutch its own
little slieving.brush of a taievaryingtho
recreation by making desperate dives
at Mies Jerusha's ball of etooking yarn,
and hivariably receives a kiek in return
that sends it flying across the room, but
which doesn't seem to disturb its even.
huffy much. Out in tho kitchen that
small "culled pusson," Fly, is making
biscuits for supper, and diffusing around
hor a most delightful odor of good. things.
Miss Joruelia, offs silently knitting for a
long time with pursed -up lips, ouly
glancing up now and then whon an no
-
-usually high blast makes the little
homestead shake, but at last the spirit
reeves her and she speaks:
"Its abominable! it's disgraceful the
neglect of parents nowadays 1 letting
themyoung 'uns run into all sortof
danger, and without no insurance ou
'em neither. If that there little chap
was mine, Id switch him within an inch
of his life afore I'd. lot him carry on
with such. cespers. He'll be aLu wood
just as sure as shootine and serve him
right, too, a venturesome, fool -hardy
little limb! You, Fly I"
Miss lamella's voice has lost nom of
its shrillness and sharpuosa wider the
mollilying influence of old Father Time.
"Yes, Mist," sings out Fly, in a, shrill
"iieu you see that little viper yot, or
has he got drowned 2"
"Ho's a.drifthe out'n de riber, ole
Mist; shill I run and tell his folks when
I puts der bisouits in de Oben 2" says
strainingher era looking out of
the kitchen window.
"No, you shan't do no sich thing if
his folks don't think he's worth adookin'
arter themselves, I ain't a-goin' to put
myself out noways 'bout it. Let him
drown, of he's a -mind to, and perhaps
they'll look closer arter the met. A
youngein more or less ain't no great
loss. Don't lot them ere biscuits burn,
you Fly, or it'll be wuss for you. I
with Georgia was hero; it's time sho
was to hum." -
"(hand tot pule eM i,zble on en volt
Le vue !" says a clear, musical voice,
and the present Georgia, a tall, superbly
formed girl, with the shiuingeyes and
higher bloom and brighter smile than
that tempestuous childhood ever )snew,
eaters aud stands before her, her dark
hair blown out by the wind that has sent
a deeper glow to her dark crimson
cheeks, and a more vivid light to her
splendid eyee,
"Oh, you've come, hey you ?" says Miss
jernsha, rather crossly, "and a talkin'
of Hebrew and Greek, and sich other
ungodly lingo, again. Itet BMW& bad, I
know, or you wouldn't be a sayinof it
in thim ohohristian lemgergers. I allure
said =thin" good would. come of your
heavin' away of your time and laming
thine I know it ain't right; don't sound
as if it war, I feel it in my bones that
it ain't. Where hov yon bin?"
"Over to Emily's," Georgia said,
laughingly, as she snatched up Betsey
Periwinkle junior and stroked her soft
fur, "What did you want me for when
I came in?"
"Oh," said Miss Jrireshe, "it's all along
of that little imp, Johnny Smith, as has
been aud gone and went out in a boat,
and I expect is upset and gone to the
Whom afore this."
Georgie sprang to her foot mconsterna.
time
"What 1 gem out in a boat 1 to -day I
that child 1 Miss jerusha, 'what do yon
moan ?"
"Why, just what I say," said Miss
&rushee testily; "that there little cum
has a taste for deowndine for he's never
otit of a boat when ho can get into one,
MA 1 do b'lieve it's, menet half your
feu% too, a-briuging him out with you
every day in your darned little eggesholl
of a, skiff. lef he hain't got to the bottom
before this it's a wondet."
"Oh, that childl that childl he willbo
drowned 1 Good Heaven, Miss Jerusha,
Why did you not send and tell his
parents ?"
'tain't um place to look actor
other folios' youug eius, is ib?" said Miss
,Terunha,shiftiug uneasily under Western,
iudiguant gaze bent upon her; "let wery
tub sbaud on ite owe baton.), 1 say."
"Oh, Mins Georgia 1 Miss Georgia 1"
oried Fly, excitedly, ',dor he 181 run right
into doe ar rook out'n do ribber, an' em
be meet got off, an' de tide is a nein' so
Net he'll bo swop' off pooby mom"
Georgia sprang to the window and
looked out. The river, swollen and bur.
bid by the spring freshets, ad lashed
lute fury by the high winds, was one
sheet of white foam, like the land in a
DOCelDbOr snowestorm. Tho boat had
atm, a bigh rook, or rather a small
islauti, out in the elver, and there stood
El, lad of about ten years old, . whut OUL.
bbrotehed arras, evidently shrieking for
holt); but his Grim wore, droweed in the
tweet of the wind and waves. In ten
minutes it was evident the sea would
sweep over this rook, and then—
Georgia, with a wild, frenzied gesture,
turned and fled from the house, seized
two light oars that lay outside tho
door, thew them over hor shoulder, and
sped with the lightness and fleetness
of a mountain door down the rocks to the
beach.
"Oh, Miss Jerry 1 Miss Jerry! she's
a-goin' artot him," shrieked Fly. "Oh,
lady! dey'll bof be drownded dead I Ohl
oh! oh 1" And shrieking Fly rushed out
and darted off toward the nearest house
to tell the news.
New settlers had lately come to Brim-
field, and Miss Jorrishaes nearest neigh.
bors, the parents of the venturesome
little Smith, lived within a quarter of a
mile of her. Mercury himself was not a
fleeter messenger than Fly, emu soon the
Smiths and other people around were
alarmed and hurrying in crowds to the
beach. As Fly, still screaming out the
news, was darting hither and thither, a
hand was laiki on, her arm, and, lookin
up, she saw a gentleman, young an
handsome, muffled in a Spanish cloak,
and with his hat pulled down over his
ey:39.
'What's all this uproar about, my
good girl? Where are all these people
hurrying to?" he asked, arresting her.
"Oh, to der beach! Miss Georgia,
will bo drowned," cried Fly, breaking
from him, and darting off among the
crowd,
The stranger hurried on with the rest,
and a very few minutes brought him to
the beach, already thronged with the
alarmed neighbors. On a high rock
stood Mims Jortishe, syringing her bawls
and gesticulating wildly, and mora wildly
nrgiug the men to go to Georgia's HS818-
tanco, going?, through all the phases of
the potential mood— exhorting, com-
manding, oubroating—ia something after
the following fashion :
"Oh, she'll be erownded 1 she'll be
drowndod 1 I know sho will, and serve
her right, too—a venturesome, undutiful
young hussy! Oh, my gracious! what
aro you all aeneeeling here for, aeloing
nothine,e and Georgey drownding ? Go
right off this minit and get a boat and
go after her. There! there! she's down
now I No, she's up again, but she's mar-
tin to be drownded, the infernally young
fool ! Oh, Foto Jonking I. you donee
lazy old coward 1 git out your boat aud
go Deter her 1 Oh, Pete 1 you're a nioo
old roan I do go arter her 1 Theo! now
she's upset I No 1 she's 'right cud up
agin, but next time she's sure to go !
Oh, my conscience! won't none on you
go aster her, you miserable set o' sneak-
& cowards you 1 Oh, my stars amid
garters what a life 1 lead along o' that
there denied young gal 1"
"There's no boat to be had," said Pato
denking,"andif there was, Miss Georgia's
skiff would live whore it larger ono would
go down. If sho can't manage it no ono
can."
"Oh, yes 1 tallc, talk, talk git it off
your own shoulders, you cowardly old
porpoise, you! Afraid to venture where
a doliky young gal does! Oh, Geoegoy!
you blamed young pepper -pod, wait till
I catoli hold of you!" said Miss Jerusha,
wringing her hands in the extremity of
hor distrees.
"She has reached him 1 sho has reach-
ed him ! There, he has him iu the
boat I" cried the stranger, excitedly.
"And she has got him! sho has got
him 1 Hurra burro, 1 hurra I" shouted
the crowd on the shore, as they breath•
leerily shaded their eyes to gaze across
the foaming waters.
Steering her light craft with a master -
hand, Georgia had reached the reek
barely in time, for scarcely bad tho Iad
leaped into the boat when a huge wavo
swept over the rocks, and not ono there
but shuddered at the death he had ;es
narrowly escaped.
But tho occupants of tho skiff wero
fat from safe, and a dead silence fell on
all as they hushed the very beating of
their hearts to watch. She had turned
its head toward tho shot°, and, bending
her slight form to the oars, sho pulled
vigorously against the dashing waves.
Now pitied and quivering ou the tete-.
most crest of some large wave, hose'
sinking down, far down out of sight,'
until they feared it would never rise,
yet, still re.appearing, sho toiled brave-
ly. Her long, wild black hair, unbound
by the wind, streamed in the breeed,
drenched and dripping with aea.brine.
On and on toiled the brave girl, nearet
and nearer to the shore she came, until,
at last, with a mighty shout, that burst
involuntarily from their relieved hearts,
a dozen strong hands wore extended,
caught the boat, and pulled it fat up on ,
the shote. And then "Hurrah! hurrah!
Hurrah for Georgia! hurrah for Georgia
Darrell!" burst from every lip, and hats
were waved, and cheers arose again end
agaiu, until the welkin rang, and the
crowd pressed around her, shaking hor
hand, and congratulating her, and hem-.
ming hor in, until, half laughing, half
impatient, elle broke from them, ex.
clannin •
"There, there, good' folks, that Will do
--please lot Inc pass. Mrs, Smith, hero'
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is your naughty little boy; you will ,
have to take bother care ot 1iiiu for the
future. (Thole Pete, will you jut 1001(
after ray leaf, and bring those oars up
to the house ? My clothes are so heavy
with the wet, that they are as 11111011 an
I can carry. Now, Miss Jeruolia, don't
begin to scold; I ani not drowned you
see, so it will bo all a waste of ammuni.
tion, Como along ; 1 want to get out of
this crowd."
Fatigued with her exertions, pale and
wet, she toiled wearily up the bank,
very unlike herself, The stranger, muf-
fled in his black brigandish loolciug
cloak and elouelied hab, stood quietly
watching her, and Georgia glanced care-
lessly at him and mimed on. Strangers
were not much of a novelty in Burnhold
novv, so this young, distinguiolied-looking
gentleman awoke no surprise until she
saw him advance toward her with out.
stretched. hand. Aud Georgia stepped
back and glanced at him in haughty
alDaZe.
"Miss Darrell, you aro a second Gram
Darling. Allow me to congratulate you
on what you hey° done to -day."
"Sir 1"
"You will not shake bands, Miss Dar.
roll ? And yet we aro not strangers."
"You labor under a mistake, sir! I
do not know you. Will you allow rae
to pass ?"
Ho stood straight before her, a smile
curling hie mustached lip at her regal
hauteur.
"And has five years, five short years,
completely obliterated oven the memory
of Richmond Wildair 2"
"Richmond Wildair! Who was he ?"
she said, lifting hor eyes with cool indo-
lence, and looking up straight into the
•bronzed, manly face, from whioh the
hat was now raised. "Oh, I recollect 1
How do you do, sir ? Come, Miss Jo-
rusha, let are help you upthe bank." I
He stood for a moment transfixed.
Heel he expected to meet the impulsive
little girl he bad left? Had he expected
this scornful young empress, with her
chilling 'who was ho?"
She did not notice his extended hand
—that reminded him of the child Geer."
gia—but, taking Miss Jerusha's arm,
walked with her up the path, the proud
head erect, but tho springing step slow
and labored.
He watched her a moment,and smiled. '
That smile would have reminded Geor,
gia of other days had she seen it—a
smile that said as plainly as words could
speak, "You shall pay for this, my ladyl
You shall Mad my power has not passed
away."
Ib was a surprise to Georgia, this
meeting, aud not a pleasant one. She
recolleoted how he had mastered and
commanded her in her masterless child-
hood—a recollection that filled her with
angry indignation; a recollection that
made her compress her lips, set her foot
down hard, and involuntarily clench tho
small hand ; a recollection that sent a
bright, angry light to her black, flashing
eyes, and a hot, irritated spot burning
on either cheek; and the dark brows
knit as ho bad often seen them do be-
fore as he came resolutely up and stood
on the other side of Miss Jorusha.
"And will you, too disown me, Miss
Jeruh ?" he said, with a look of re.
preach. 'Is Richmond Wildair totally
forgotten by all his old friends in Brim-
field ?"
Miss Jerusha, who had not overheard
his conversation with Georgia, faced
abruptly round, and looked at him in the
utmost surprise.
"Why, bless my heart if it ain't! Wall,
rainy now I Why, I never Georgey,
aoul you recommember the young gent
as you used to be so thick 'long of?
Wall, how 1 how do you do? Why, I'm
rail glad to see you. I rainy am, nose !"
And Miss Jerusha shook his hand with
• an empresaement quite; unusual with her
in her surprise.
"Thank you, Miss Jerusha. I am glad
allmy friourls have not forgotten me,"
said Richtuond.
Georgie's lip envied' slightly, and, feel
ing round, she said :
"Miss Ameba, if you'll excuse me, I'll
go on. I want to change this wet dress l"
and, without waiting for a, reply, Georgia
hurried on.
"What brings him here?" she said to
herself, as she walked quickly toward
the cottage. suppose he thinks ho is
to be my lord and m'aster as of yore,
that I am still a slave to come at his
beck, and because ho is rich and I am
poor he an command mo as much as ho
pleases. He shall not do ib! he shall notl
I will never forgive him for conquering
me," flashed Georgia, clenching her hand
involuntarily as sho walked.
"And so you've come bask? Wall,
now, who'd a thought it? Is the square
got well and come baek, tool'
"My uncle is dead,' e said the young
man, gravely,
"Do tell! Dead, is he ? Wall; we've
all got to go some time or another, so
thercesno good making tams. What's
going to mine of the old place up
there ?"
"I am going to have it fitted up and
improved, and use it for a coeutry.seae."
"Oh—I see I it's your'n, et ? Nico
place it is, and worth a 000d many thou-
, sands, I'll bo bound! S'pose you'll be
gettin' married shortly, and bringing a
wife there to oversee the sarvints, and
poultry, and things, oh ?" and Mies Jer.
whit peered at him sharply with he
small eyes..
"Really, Miss ,Terusha, I don't know,"
, said laughingly, taking off his hat and
running his lingers through his waxing
dirk hair. "If I could get any ono to
have me, I might: Do you think I could
auccoed in that sett of speculation here
in Hui:Wield? The yoasg ladies here
know more about looking altar poultry
than they do in tho oity."
"Ali 1 they ain't eitoporly brought up
there," said Miss jorusha, shaking hor
! head; "it's within' but boardin'-se ools,
! and beaus, and theatres, and other
wiclecdnessou there; taint Will to the
country limeys. You'll got a wife, though,
easy enough; young mon with lots of
money dou't find much trouble in doing
that, either iu toveu or country. Howes
that nice brother o' yourei ?" said Miss
Jerusha, suddenly recoleectiug the youth
who had by force possessed himself 02 80
large a share of her affections.
"Ife is very well, or was when I heard
from him last. Ho has gone abroad to
melte the grand tour."
"Oh—has lie?" amid Miss Jorusha,
rather mystified, and not quite certain
what now patent invention the grand
tour wan, "Why couldn't he make it at
home ?" Then without waiting for au
answer, "Won't you come in? do come
in ; tea's just ready, and you hain't had
a chance to speak to Georgey yet hey?
You're most happy, Very well, walk
right in and take 0011005. You, Fly!"
"Yos'm, bore I is," cried Fly, modem;
in breathlessly, and diving frantically at
the oven.
"Whore is your young mistress?"
"Up stair.'
"Woll, you hurry up and get tea; fly
round now, well you? Ole here comes
Georgey. Why, 050rgey I don't you know
who this is?"
Georgia gave a start of surprise, and
her face darkened as she entered and
saw him sitting them so much at home.
Passing him with a distant courtesy
she said, with ifiarked coldness:
"I have that pleasure. Fly, attend to
your baking; 111 set the table."
Miss Jorusha was too well accustomed
to the varying moods of her ward to be
mum surprised at this capnmous eau -
duct, so sho mitered into conversation
with Richmond, or rather began a raking
cross examination as to what he had been
doing, where he had been, what he teas
going to do, and how the last five years
had been spent generally.
To all her questions Mr. Wildair re-
plied with the utmost politeness, but—
he told her just as much as he chose
and no more. From this she learned
that lie had been studying for the bar,
and had been admitted, that his career
hitherto had been eminently successful,
that his uncle's death rendered him in.
dependent of his profession, but having
a passion for that pursuit he was still
determiued to continue it; that, his
brother's health remaining delicate, a
change of scene had been recommended,
aud that therefore he had gone abroad
and was not expected home for a year
yet; that a desire to fit up and re -furnish
the "House," as it was called,par ex-
cellence, in Burnfield, was the sole came
of his leaving Washington—where for
the past five years he had mostly resided
—and finally, that his stay in this flour-
ishing township "depended on circum-
stances."
• It was late that evening when ho went
away. Georgia had listened, and, except
to Fly, had not spoken half a dozen words,
still wrapped in her mantle of proud re-
serve. She stood. at the window when
be was gone, looking out at the dark,
flowing waves.
"Nice young man," said Miss Jorusha,
approvingly, referring to hor guest.
, Them was no answer.
"Good-looldn', too," pursued Miss Jer-
usha, looking -reflectively at Betsey Peri-
winkle, "and rich. Hem 1 I say, Geor-
gia—you're fond of money—wouldn't it
be pleasant if you was to be mistress
bime-by of the big house—hey?"
She looked tip for an answer, but
Georgia was gone. ,
CHAPTER X.
DREAMING.
• "And underneath that taco, like summer's
Itolip sam:ITleitgoroi
ocean%
the Ii ,art'a o,aimtisllo,
Love, hatred, pride, hope, sorroiaallL oovs
I foam" L1100.
"Well, this is pleasant," said Rich-
' mond, throwing himself carelessly on
the grass, and sending pebbles slcira.
ming over the surface of the river;
I "tins is pleasant," he repeated, looking
' up at his companion, as she sat drawing
under the shadow of an old elm down
near the shore.
Three months hadpassed since hisebumn,
return, and the glowing golden mid.
summer diva had oome. All this time
ho bad been a frequent visitor at the
cottage—to see Miss Jerusha, of Murata ;
and Sery gracious, indeed, was that
lady's reception of the young lord of the
manor. Georgia was freezing at first,
most decidedly below zero, and enough
to strike terror into the heart cieauy less
courageous knight than the one in
question. But Mr. Riohniond Wildair
was not easily iutimidated, and took all
her chilling hauteur coolly enough,
(mite confident of triumphing in the end.
It was a drawn battle between them,
but he know he was the bettor general
of the two, so he was perfectly easy as
to the issue, In fact, he rather liked ib
than otherwise'on the principle of blie
"greater the trial, the e'raster the
triumph," and, accustomed to be flat-
tered and caressed, this novel mode of
treatment was something new and de-
cidedly pleasaule So he kept on enover
minding,' and visited the cottage ofteu,
and talked gayly with MiseJerusha, and
was respectful and quiet .with Miss
Georgia, until, as constant dropping will
wear a stone, BO Georgia's unitoeure.1
stiffness began to give way,. and she
learned to laugh and grow genial again,
but remained Mill on the alert to resit
any attempt Cbt command. No such at-
tempt was made, and, at last Geoegitt
and Richmond grew to bo very good ,
friends.
Georgie, had a talent for drawing, and
Richmond, who was quite au artist, me,
dertook to teach her, and these' lessons
did more than anything else to put them
on a sociable footing. Richmond liked
to give his lessons out under the trees,
!where his pupil might sketch from na-
ture, and Georgia, eather liked it her.
seif, too. It was very pleasant, those
lessons; Georgia likod to hear about
`e-seileeeeieSseeesereveleFiec'eenr....
great cities, about this sub, and roar,
and turmoil, and constant now of busy
lite, and Richmond bad the power of
description in a high degree, and tilled
bo watele with a sly, repressed smile,
paean and crayon drop from her fingers,
and her oyes ex themselves in eager,
unconscious interest on his face, as she
grew absorbed in his Donative,
Dangerous work it wan, with pupil
and master young and handsome, the
romantio sea -shore and murmuring old
trees for their school -room, and talking
not forbidden either. How Miss Jorusha
chuckled over it in confidence M Betsey
Periwinkle—she didn't dare to trust Fly
—and indulged in sundry wild visions
of a brand-new brownsilk dress and
straw bonnet suitable for giving away
the bride in.
Little did Georgia dream of those ex-
travagant peeps into futurity, or the
lessons would have ended, then and
there, this new -fledged intimacy been
unceremoniously nipped in the bud, and
Miss .Terusha's castles in Spain tumbled
to the ground with a riracki But Geor-
gia was in a dream and said nothing.
Richmond did, and laughed quietly over
it in the shadow of the old ancestral
mansion.
"Yes, this is pleasent," said Rich-
mond, one morning, as he lay idly on the
grass, and Georgia sat on the trunk of
a fallen tree near, taking her drawing
lesson.
She lifted her bead and laughed.
"What it pleasant ?" she said.
"This—this feeling of rest, of ease, of
indolence, of idleness. I never spume.
thized with Charley's love for the dolor
fur vienle before, but I begin to awe -
Mato it now. One Creed thishurrying,
bustling, jostling, uproarious life in the
city, and then laziness in the country is
considered the greatest of earthly home.
All work and no play maims Jack a dull
boy, you know."
"And ao yon really like the country
better than the city 2"• asked Georgia.
"I like it—yes—in slices. I shouldn't
reeve- being buried in the moods smon:
o 1
vogwams and but
living on beet's' flesh anO
Johnny -cake; but I like this. 1 like to
1. under the keeps, away out of sight
and hearing of the city, yot knowing
three or four hours in the cars will bring
me to it whenever I feel like going hack.
I like the feeling of languid repose these
still, voiceless, midsummer noondaye
inspire; I like to have nothing to do, and
plenty of time to do it in."
"What an epicure you are," said
Georgia, smiling; "now it seems to me
after witnessing the ever-changing, ever
restless life in Washington and New
York, and all these other cities, you
would' find our little bumdrum Burnheld
insupportably dull. I know I should;
would like above all things to live in a
great city, life seems to bo so fully work-
ed up, so earnest there. I shall, too,
some day," she said, in her calm, detect.
ed way, as she took up another pencil
and went on quietly drawing.
"Indeed I" he said, slowly, watching
the pebbles ho sent skimming over the
water as iutenbly as if his whole life de-
pended on them. "Indeed! how is
that 2"
"Ohl I shall go to seek my fortune"
she said, laughingly, yet in earnest, too.
"Do you not know I ten to. be rich and
groat? 'Once upon a tixne there was a
king and a queen with. three sons, and
the youngest was called Jack.' 1 am
Jack, and you know, how well he
always came out at the end of the
story."
"Geor,gitt, you SZE a—clreaaner."
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"What will you do when you awake,
Georgia V"
"What Heaven and my own genius
pleases; found a colony, find. a conti-
nent, make ,war 00 Canada, run for
President, teach a school, set fire to
Cuba, learn dressmaking, or set up a
menagerie, with Betsey Periwinkle for
my stoolein.trade," she said, with one
of her malicious, quizzical latighs.
"Georgia,, talk sense." ,
"Mr. Wildair, I flatter myself I am
doing ,that now."
"Miss Darrelleshall I tell you your
future 9"
"I defy you to do it, sir."
"Don't be too sure.' Now listen. In
the first placyou will get married.""No,
"No, air -r 1"exclaimed. Georgia with
emphasis. "I scorn 'the insinuation 1 I
am going to be an old maid like Miss
Jerusha."
"Don't interrupt, Miss Darrell; it is
not polite. You will marry some sweet
youth with nice curling whiskers, and
his hair parted in the middle, and you
will mend his old coats, and read him
the newspaper, and trudge with him to
market, and administer.curtatu lectutes,
and raise Shaughai roosters, and take a
prize every year for the hest butter and
the nicest quilts in the ,county; asid
finally you will die, aml go to heaven,
where you belong, and have a wooden
t01111)Et011e erected .to your memory,
• with your virtriee inseiibed on it in let-
ters five inches long."
"Shall I, Mcleod I that's all you know
about it," said Georgia, hall inclined to
be provoked at this picture; "no, sir;
I am boned be astonish the world some
or these. days—how 1 haven't quite de-
cided; but I know I shall do it. As for
your delightful picture of conjugal feli-
city, you may be a Darby some day, but
I will never be a Joan,"
"You might be worse."
"And will be, doubtless. I never es. -
poet to be anything very good. Emily
Murray 'will do enough of that for both
Of we"
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what she reminds one of 7"
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