Delaware weekly Republican. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1841-188?, 1857-08-20

state, 1t would not do to countenance her in
any opposition to Dame Carey. So he soothed
her and finally gave her permission to take q
little ride in his gig with the driver, while he
spoke to the dame. Katy forgot her curls, and
a ride.
Why did you cut her hair, dame 1'' asked
the doctor.
" Cause she's alters saying she has the head.
acne, and it's poking over her books, and the
weight of them curls gave il TO her. 40 chi
'em."
There was reason in this, and the doctor said
no more about it.
katy came back, charmed with her ride, for
getiui Of her cropped hair, and ready to for
give Dame Carey. The dame was sometimes
stern and quiet with Katy, but she was he
true friend, and the child knew it and whel
the danes rheumatism was bad, there coult
4 not bg found handler little nurse and house
keeper than Katy.
DR.. Porter lett the little cottage in gooI
health and spirits, and was carried home
corpse. His horse, frightened by some objec
IN the road, ran away, broke the gig, and tn
y ieatSs+TaS thrown violently on pile of stones
receiving blow on the temple, which kile'
him Instantly. The coachman was much in
iured, but eventually recovered. There wa
now great change in little Kate's fortune.-
Mrs. Austin, conhding in the doctors honor
had, on placing the money for Hates support
| in his hands, made only a verbal agreement
with him, and now this money went with the
doctors fortune, to his heirs. Although she
received letters from Mrs. Austin, she, owing
to the uncertainty of that lady's movements,
was unable to answer them.
Dame Carey, with the best intentions, was
not able TO support the child, and Katy accept
ed an offer as an assistant in large dairy near
Mrs. Austin's. Her duty was that of little
milk-maid, to carry the milk in pans from the
cows to the dairy, and during the day to assist
in Siimming it, The little hands, which had
learnt pretty airs on Mrs. Austin's piano, now
lifted heavy tin pans of milk; the pretty feet,
so often tripping through dances with Harry
for partner, to aunt Lizzie's gay music, now
trudged without shoe or stocking over the
fields to and from the dairy; the rich curls
were gone, and the dark hair was the only pro-
lection TO the head but somehow Katy's old
spirit of complaining had'left her. Happy in
her free life in the open air, happy in GER
tainty that she was useful, proud of hep wages,
as her own earnings, the little mill5-maid wore
as smiling face as the pctted child of Mrs.
Austin ever had done.
Month after month passed Mrs. Austin had
been three years abroad. One day Katy saw
the shutters of the great house opened, and
preparations for the lady's return being made.
Her questions We're, however, not answered by
the new servants now at work, and she did met
know when they would arrive. Mrs. Austin's
last letter to her said soon, but that was ALL
Coming home Katy thought of the sun
burned face, short Lair, shabby clothes, and
bare feet, and wondered if aunt Lizzie would
know her.
She was crossing the little hill with pan of
milk, just at sunset, one fine summer evening,
when she heard the roll of carriage on the
road. 1t stopped. She stopped too, and milk
in hand watched it. A face in the window
ms la hn ri St0 bpr nan
and all, and run down the hill to the road
The carriage still stood there, and Harry Aus
tin sprang out to ask the little girl some ques-
tiOns.
$. Little girl he said. g can YOU tell US eY,
actly where the dairy OF Mr.-- is /" He
stopped then cried suddenly, &c Katyl''
Katy !" said Mrs. Austin, from tho car
7fEso, H'Whe1e?''
:. llere, aunt Lizzie!''
Her first surprise over, Mrs. Austin found
no difficulty in recognizing her adopted niece.
1t was indeed Katy, who, alternately laughing
and crying, was seated beside her. Mrs. Aus
tin, with re-established health, had now come
home to stay; but Harry was to return in a
month to Europe. Katy was, OF course, to go
back to Mrs. Austin's to resume her studies,
and restore, aunt Lizzie hoped, her beauty.
Five years have passed. We quote from a
letter Of Harry Austn's to his mother:
&c Yes, darling mother, in a few days shall
sail for home. Home mother and Katy l
ring the changes on those three words from
till night. Dear little Katy kiss her
Tor me, mother, and tell her that shall soon
be at home to perform that brotherly duty |
myself. You say she has been great conf
fort to you in these five long years. God bless
her for that, Goodbye, darling mother, till
see you. HARRY"
Is this the same katy, reader2 Her clear
complexion is only what it was before the sun
burned it; her dark clustering curls have had |
five years to grow in since you saw her; her |
tall, graceful figure but iuliills the promise of
her childhood; and her tiny hands and feet |
have only resumed their natural shape. A
bright blush was the sole answer she made on |
hearing Harry's message.
Katy and Mrs. Austin are on a visit to Bos-
Ton and Mrs. Austin's niece is decidedly one of
the bellies this winter. The evening after they |
received the letter from Harry they were at a
large party given by one of Mrs. Austin's |
friends. During their absence the traveller re-
turned. To give them pleasant surprise, he
iofted his travelling dress, arrayed his manly
figure in the choicest Partisan dress in his
trunk, and followed them. Mrs. Austin was
IN the parlor when he arrived, hut came into
The hall to meet him. After the first greeting
was over, Harry inquired for Kate.
" There she sl' said Mrs. Austin pointing
INTO the parlor. Sc Is she not lovely q"
'Iovely indeedl Is that Katy2 How beauti- |
Tul she s!''
She was standing under the chandelier, sur |
rounded by ladies and gentlemen. Her rich |
iress of claret-colored silk, trimmed with black
lace, set Oft her snowy arms and neck to the |
greatest advantage; while a coronet of pearls, |
her birthday gift from Mrs. Austin, made her |
hair look richer and darker by the contrast
Was that kate2 Aud going back in thought
10 the little milk on the hill, no wonder
Harry asked the question.
g Oh, mothe:,'' said Harry, the next morn
ing, as they were all seated around the break
fast table, 81 lost my heart on the ship coming |
over.''
ssTo whose care did you confide that val |
uabe artcle2" inquired Mrs. Austin, laugh |
ing.
STe Miss Huntingdon, whose pa has taken
the new house you wrote to me they were |
building near here. l received an invitation |
to call, and tho blue eyes and fair curls Of the
hostess were so irresistible that l shall accept |
the invitation
What allied Kate that morning She could
not sew, read nor practice. She said her head
ached from last nights excitement, and re-
ceyed kind orders to lie down from Mrs. Aus
tin. She went to her own loom, and fastening
the door, took ont all Harry's letters written
to her while he was abroad. They were full
of affection, in some places he even called her
his little wife, but OF course he was joking
She, a dependant on Mrs. Austin's charity, his
wife and low bitter laugh broke from the
young girls lips. Yet she had cherished these
letters, and had-yes, she had loved the writer.
Poor Katy.
Several months passed away. Harry was
very kind to her, took long rides with her,
brought her books and flowers, learned duets
with her, escorted her to all the parties she
attended and if it had not been for his fire.
quent visits to Miss Huntingdon, Kate would
have thought he loved her-more than an
adopted cousin.
One day, at dinner, Harry made, for Kate,
the following startling announcement;