Amador weekly ledger., 1858-01-30

/ trlfilng mistake on the subiect-matter of his
interference. He did not slander her. and
always waived the theme of her follies when
her Aunt Martha introduced it,; indeed, he
never was heard TO speak of the belle, but
oncc-once he swore she had no soul the
shameless Mohammedan) remark which
was only five minutes in reaching its object.
But Kitty Coleman, though very indignant,
was not cast down by it. She called Harry
Gay more names than he, scholar as he was,
could have thought of in a month, and wound
up with a remark no less formidable than the
one which had excited her ire. And Kitty
was right. A pretty judge of soul he, TO be
sure--a man that never laughedl how on
earth can people who go through the world
cold and still, like the clods they tread upon,
pretend to know anything about soul?
Harry Gay used to get to Squire Coleman's
very often, and sit all the evening and talk
with the Squire aud Aunt Martha, while his
great black eye turned slowly in the direction
Kitty moved, but Kitty would not look at
him. not she What right had a stranger,
and visitor, too, to make such very great
parade Of his disapprobation? If she did not
please him, why she pleased others; and that
was enough, she would not turn over her fin
ger to gain his good will SO Harry and
Kitty never talked together; and when he
went away, he never went till the conversa-
tion fairly died ont, and the lamps looked as
f about to join it,, he bowed gracefully and
easily, but TO the young lady he found it diff
fcult to bend at all Conduct like this pro-
voked Kitty Coleman beyond endurance; aud
one evening, after the squire and spinster had
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sobbed away as though her very heart would
break. Now it happened that the Squire
had lent his visitor book that evening,
which, strange enough for such a scholar, he
had forgotten to take with him. but Harry
remembered it before it was to late, aud turn
ed upon his heel He had gone out but a
moment before, and there was no use in ring
ing, 50 he stepped at once into the parlor.
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 her
self, for her foot touched Aunt Marthas fdu-
teua, and, in consequence, her forehead the
neck of Rover. 1t is very awkward to be
surprised in the luxurious indulgence of tears
u
still to fall down, and then be raised by the
last person in the world you would receive a
favor from. Kitty felt the awkwardness Of
her situation too much to speak; and, of
course, Harry, enemy that 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 Immediately took the same
hue, probably from reflection Kitty looked
down until golden arc of fringe rested loy-
ingly on its glowing neghbor, and Harry
looked down too, but his eye rested on Kitty
Colemans face. If soul and heart are one
and the same thing, as some metaphyscians
/ tell us, Harry must now have discovered the
mistake he once made, for there was strange
commotion beneath the bodice Of Kitty
Coleman; it rose and fell, as nothing but a
bounding throbbing, frightened heart in the
widest tnmult Of excited feeling, could make
it, And then (poor Kitty must have been
hurt, and needed support), an arm stole soft
! ly around her waist, dark locks mingled with
her sunny ones as a warm breath swept over
her cheek-and Kitty Coleman hid her face,
not in her hands.
Harry forgot his book 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 morn-
ing, and had private interviews and the
good old gentleman tapped him on the shoul.
der and said, "With all my heartl" and Aunt
Martha looked as glad as propriety would
let her. AS for Kitty Coleman, she did not
show her face, not she--for she knew they
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 bounding from the door
there came great rustlug among the rose
bushes, insomuch that shower of bright
blossoms descended from them, aud Harry
turned face, brimming over with JOY, to the
fragrant thicket, and shook down another
fragile shower in seeking out the cause of the
disturbance. Now, as ill-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 pant
ing, and-I am afraid poor Kitty never quite
recovered from the effects Of her fal-for
the arm of Harry Gay seemed very necessary
to her forever after.
Hon. MuToN S. LArHAM-Thanks to Hon
Milton S. Latham for copy of his splendid
I orntion delivered in San Francisco Mt the