Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1858-02-12

back to the call Of her kindred, gushing
from other bosoms, and to all the beauti.
full things of creation, as joyous in their
mute eloquence as she was. Besides, the
wicked little Kitty Coleman was always
angry that Aunt Martha should attempt
to govern her conduct by the likipgs Of
Harry Gay; she would not be dictated to
by him, even though his opinions received
the sanction of her infallible aunt. But
the lady made triAing mistake on the
subject 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 neve,
was heard to speak Of the belle, but once
once he swore she had no soul, (the
shameless Mohammedan! remark which
was only five minutes in reaching its OBJ
ject. 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 month, and wound up with remark
no less formidable than the one which
had excited her ire. And Kitty was
right. A pretty judge Of soul, be, to be
sure-a man that never laughed! how on
earth can people who 60 through the
world cold and still, like the clods they
tread upon, pretend to know anything
about the soul?
Harry Gay used to get to Squire Cole.
mans very often, and sit all the evening
and talk with the Squire and Aunt Mar
tha, while his great black eye turned
Kitty would not look at him. What
right had stranger, and visitor, too, to
make such very great parade Of bis dis
appreciation? 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 con-
versation fairly died out, and the lamps
looked as if about to join it,) 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 alore, che sat down, ard, in
very spite, sobbed away as though her lit
tie heart would break Now it happened
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book that evening, which, strange enough
for such q 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 be-
fore, and there was no use in ringing, so
he stepped ut 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 check in the
world; but she might have done better
herself, for her foot touched Aunt Mar
tha's tduteuil, 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
triae more awkward still to fall down,
and then be raised by the last person in
the world you would receive favor from.
Kitty felt the awkwardness of her situa-
tion too much to speak; and, Of course,
Harry, enemy as he was, could not release
her until be knew whether she was hurt.
1t was certain that 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 a golden fringe
rested lovingly on its glowing neighbor,
and Harry looked down, too, but his eyes
rested on Kitty Coleman's face. If soul
and heart are one and the came thing, as
some metaphysicians tell us, Harry must
now have discovered the mistake he once
made. for there was strange commotion
beneath the boddice of Kitty Coleman;
it rose and fell, as nothing but bound
ing, ,hrobbing, frightened heart, in the
widest tumult of excited feeling, could
make it. And then, (poor Kitty must
have been hurt, and needed support) an
arm stole softly around her waist, dark
locks mingled with her sunny ones as
warm breath swept over her cheek-and
Kitty Coleman lid her face, not in her
hands.
Harry forgot his book again that night,
and never thought Of it until the Squire
put it into his head the next morning;
for Harry visited the Squire very carly
Tho next morning, and had private inter-
view, and the good old gentleman tapped
him on the shoulder, and said, "With all
my heart % and Aunt Martha looked as
glad as proprie.y would let her. As for
Kitty Coleman, she did not show her face,
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