Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 55 of 96
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IN Til FLOWER-GARDEN. 59 absent. She would not have believed that Mr. Gifford coula be so rude. 4 Pride came to Kate’s rescue; it would be the last drop ia the cup of her humiliaticn to have her father suspect her wretchedness, She presided at the dinner with more than her usual gayety ; they had usually more or less company when in the country; but to-day every guest was absent, and Kate had to give all her attention to Mr. Wetmore, that she might hide, under a girlish playfulness, the true state of her fecl- ings, F Deaashenalionne was over, and he had strayed off to onc of his neighbor’s for a chat, she was-left at liberty to take off her mask. Strolling out into the flower-garden, she seated her- self on a rustic bench to watch the sunset. Tear after tear gathered and fell unheeded. Many conflicting emotions urged these tears. Shame that she had allowed herself to love one who was indifferent to her; jealousy of the wild, bright, beautiful creature—a waif thrown up by the sea—who, with- out. friends, family or fortune, had won what was denied to her, Kate Wetmore, the belle of her circle, Despair, loneli- ness, all these miseries which young hearts will experience when disappointed in their first love, set the tears flowing and the lip quivering | She had sat thus for some time, when she was startled by some one speaking her name, and looking up she gave a faint cry of surprise to find Oliver earnestly regarding her ; her first impulse was to hide her face, but that would have been a tell- tale movement, and, striving to keep down the rising blush, she “TI thought you were on the way to the Jersey beach.” “TI would not leave without saying good-by; I do intend to start to-morrow, 80 ran out this evening to announce my de- parture. Not that I suppose any one will be particularly in- terested in my movements; but certainly your kindness de- serves that much attention from me. I was coming out with your father but some small affair detained me, and caused me to miss the train.” ' “You seem to have met your fate, when you were wrecked on that friendly shore, Oliver.” comichooks.com = —"