Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1860-08-20

KITTY CLYRE.

and day, yet nobody In the little cottage just
beyond seemed TO be disturbed by it. The old
house dog lay eozily on the doorstep, with one
eye open, while on the window sill pussy re.
Iesed in comfort. The neat white curtains
ioePed up so fancifully; the pretty jessamines
and roses climbing up by the porch, spoke of
the taste Of its occupants. Just within the
door, in neat white cap, sits the good dame, at
the present moment, with her brow clouded
Where can Kitty stay sol % exclaimed
Dame Clyde; "here it's almost dinner, and
no signs Of her. Kitty, Kittyi'' ~
But no Kitty came. What keeps Miss Kitty
Come with me, gentle reader, Just up the stream
little way. There, on a large rock, over
which the weeping willow bends, with rod and
iine In her hand, every now and then throw
sweet nifty Clyde. But why does she tarry?
Is she waiting for the fish to bite? All, no, for
there beside her sits Harry Jones, one arm
arounS her waist the other playing with her
cur,s. Very pleasant is their talk, for Kitty's
mrsical laugh rings out every moment. Never
dreaming of the time, never thinking of poor
fathers dinner, she sits listening to her lovers
talk. But just now the sunbeams kiss Kittys
face, and remind her of the time and of her
duties. r
.'Gocd gracious :" she exclaimed, starting
up suddenly, upsetting her basket and its
ecold- It's too bad you kept me 30 long"
kept you, Kitty 2n asked Harry; al
rather think 1t Is your faalt."
Well, my fault or yours, I'll get scold-
ing, that's certain ;" and gathering up line,
rod, and basket, she turned towards homo.
"SsoP Kitty, you have forgotten some
thing" Harry cried.
Kitty turned to see what she had left, when
her lover caught her in his arms and gave her
a hearty kiss.
Shame" =" said Kitty, "you dare not do
that again" and again she scampered
Noon in the cottage, and from the mill comes
a large, robust man. with the ringing step of
oae Of natures mob nen. With quick tread
he soon reaches the cottage, and entering,
looks curiously around.
& How now, wife; am too fast to day ?"
"That wild Kitty has been gone all the
morning, and don't know when she will come
home. That girl will surely come to no good
end, she is so Wild" replied the good dame.
may, wife, she Is young yet. Whom she
gets older she will be wiser
Just then Miss Kitty is seen walking very
demurely towards the house.
girl2n
To the brook, to catch trout, MOTHER
And what kept you so long,"
Why, sat thinking, and thinking"
"Just think of home a little more, Miss.
You III surely break your fathers and mothers
heart, if you keep on in this helter-skelter
way"
kitty's eyes filled with tears.
I'm sure, mother if I had thought"
She could say no more, but weeping, she turned
away.
Come here, girl, and kiss your father"
With bound she flung her arms around her
fathsr's neck, and then her mothers.
Now, Kitty, hurry and get dinner"
Kitty needed no second bidding. The little
table was covered as if by magic. The luscious
butter, the snow-white bread the tempting
preserve, soon invited the trio to dinner The
humble blessing asked, they enjoyed the meal
IN silence.
Kitty Clyde was the belle of the village, the
dream of the young men, the envy of the girls,
people said-and we all know that people will
talk-that Harry Jones was Kitty's beau, an
insinuation which Kitty indignantly denied.
Be matters as they were, the truth was Kitty
was Q little inclined to coquette. Free and
open hearted, of good disposition, pretty face
and figure, Kitty liked to be admired. To be
sure, away down in her heart, something
whispered-''you love Harry JONES'" but then
she could not be satisfied with one 6. string" to
her " beau"
Supper came, and Kitty was missing again.
In vain Dame Clyde called Kitty, Kitty ="
Where was Kitty now? just in the same
place where we found her this morning, this
time, however, alone. There she sat, her ewes
fixed vacsntly on the waves, looking like
picture.
"I wonder who loves me best?" she mur-
mered. "John is fine fellow, but he is too
polite. Tom loves me, too. but then he's too
poor. Then there is Harry Jones, Who
''Is here to answer for himself" and that in
dividual emerged from clump Of trees.
''For shame, Harry Jones, to play the caves
dropper" exclaimed Kitty.
Never minding her words, he asked. "Shall
tell you, Kitty, who loves you best?
Kitty was a little furried at his sudden ap-
pesrance, 90 she answered:
aaT r
care .r
"Weli, I'll answer it anyhow" --t
Kitty put both her hands up to her ears, say
ing, Il won't hear"
Kitty" and Harry's voice took deeper
tone, ''I love you. have watched you for
long time. / have seen you bestow many
bright smiles on others, but now, Kitty, 1 ask
them all for myself Do you love me, Kitty"
What nonsense is this ?' exclaimed Kitty
l SSon.snse7 ~ No, it i. no. nonsense. Do
you love me, Kitty"
The word was harshly spoken, and Harry
turned to hide his emotion.
"Then good-by, Kitty Clyde I never
2 thought you dirt till noW-never :"
Harry turned on his heel and quickly walked
away. For q moment Kitty sat irresolute, then,
warned by the coming darkness, she hastsnsd
have you been 2"
Kitty made no reply, but seeking her own
little chamber, she threw herself on the bed
and wspt. For almost an hour she sosbed
there, and then said, che will come again to-
morrow" e
That night wild dreams fitted through Kitty
Clyde's head. She dreamed she was q bride,
bat there was no bridegroom. So overpowered
was she by her emotions that she awoke O. Just as
the sun came peeping in the little window. e
Kitty was more than usually brisk that morn
ing. for she longed for the time to come for
her TO meet Harry again. Taking down her
basket from its perch, and her rod from behind
the door, she wandered through the meadow
toward the rock. There she sat, waiting till
noon, and Harry had not come.
"WelI, he'll be here at sunset" thought
Kitty, a she ssuntered toward home. Sunset
brought no Harry, but on the rock lay Nknots
which Kitty hastily opened 1t was short and
KIrrr-You do not4oye me. am going
away tomorrow. Farewell; God bless you.
Hushins back . sob, she quickly folded the
nots and placed it in her bosom: 1t was hard
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