Weekly American. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1858-1858, 1858-01-16
D. c., SATURDAY. JANUARY 16, 1858.


looked as If about to Join IT'D he bowed to the
old people gracefully and easily, but to the
young lady he found It difficult to bend at all.
Conduct like this provoked Kitty Coleman
beyond endurance and one evening, after the
Squire and spinster had left her alone, she sat
down, and in very spite, sobbed away as tho
her little heart would break.
Now it happened that the Squire had lent
his visitor book that evening, which strange
enough for such scholar, he had forgotten to
take with him; but Harry remembered it, be-
fore it was too late, and turned upon his heel
He had gone out but moment before, and
there was no use in ringing so he stepped at
once into the parlor. ...... e.
Poor Kitty sprang to her feet at the intrusion,
and crushed with her fingers two tears that
were just ready to launch themselves on the
roundest and rosiest cheek in the world; but
she might have done better than blind herself,
for her foot touched Aunt Marthas .tauteuil,
and, in consequence her forehead the neck OF
Rover. 1t is very awkward to be surprised
in the luxurious indulgence Of tears at any
time, and it is tritle more awkward still to
fall down, and then be raised by the last person
i'll the world you would receive favor from.
Kitty felt the awkwardness of her situation
too much to speak; and, of course, Harry,
enemy as he was, could not release her until he
knew whether she was hurt 1t was certain
she was not faint, for the crimson blood dyed
the tips of her fingers, and Harry's face imme-
diately took the same hue, probably from re-
Election. Kitty looked down, too, but his eve
rested on Kitty Coleman's face. If soul and
heart are one and the same thing, as some
metaphysicians tell u.s. Harry must now have
discovered the mistake he once made, for there
was strange commotion beneath the bodice
of Kitty Coleman; it rose and tell as nothing
but bounding, frightened heat, in the wild
est tumult of excited feeling, could make it.
And then (poor Kitty must have been hurt,
and needed supporD an arm stole around her
waist, dark locks mingled with her sunny ones,
as warm breath swept over her cheek-and
Kitty Coleman hid her face, but not in her
hands.
Harry forgot his books again that night, and
never thought OF it until the Squire put it in
his hand the next morning; for Harry visited
the Squire very early the next morning, and
had private interview; and the good old gen.
tleman tapped him on the shoulder and said,
"With all my heart" and Aunt Martha look
ed as glad as propriety would let her. As for
Kitty Coleman, she did not show her face, not
she-for size knew thly were talking about her,
the sober old people and the meddling Harry
Gay. But when the arrant mischief, maker
had accomplished his object, and was bound
ing from the door, there came rustling among
the rose-bushes, insomuch that a shower OF
bright blossoms descending from them, and
Harry turned a face, brimmng over with Joy,
to the fragrant thicket, and shook down
another fragile shower in seeking out the cause
of the disturbance Now, as i'll luck would
have it, Kitty Coleman had hidden away from
her enemy in this very thicket, and there she
was discovered, all confusion, trembling and
painting, and, | am afraid poor Kitty never
quite recovered from the effects of her tall-for
the arm OF Harry Gay seemed very necessary
for her forever after.