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KITTY CLYDE.


KITTY CLYDE.
Chatter! clatter, wen, the old mill, nigh t
and day, yet nobody, in the little cottage
just beyond seemed to disturbed by it..
The old house dog lay cozily on the door
step, with one eye open, while on the win
dow-siIl pussy reposed in comfort. The
neat white curtains looped up SO fancifnlly ;
the pretty jessamines and roses climbing up
by the porch. spoke of the taste of its oc-
cupants. Just within the door in neat
white cap, sits the good dame, at the pre-
sent moment, with her brow ciouded.
,,tWhere can Kitty stay so9 exclaimed
Dame Clyde; here it's almost dinner, and
no signs Of her. Kitty! Kitty!
= Butno Kitty came, What keeps Miss
Kitty Come will. me, gentle reader, just
updke stream< fi,tle way. There, on a
large rock, over which the weeping. willow
bends, with rod and line in ler hand, every
now and tten throwing her wealth eegclrls
high in tbe:air, sits sxeet KIitsE Clyde:
But VIII" does she; tarRy 4 sIsa- she #Waising
for the fish TO bite All, no; fof ,tbssg f6e
side her sits Harry Jones, one arm. ,afound
her waist; the other playing winh hsf Girls.
Very pleasant is tlIeir talk, for4KittS's my.
cals,augh rings out every moment. sNev-
er dreaming of the time, uever thinking of
poor fathers dinner, she sits listening to
her lovers talk. But just now the sun
beams kiss Ki'ty's face, and remind her of
the time and Of her duties.
Good gracious!' she exclaimed, starting
up suddenly, upsetting her basket and its
contepts, its noon Oh bow mother will
scold. It's TOO bad you kept me 40 long,
'Ikept you, Kitty? asked Harry; 4
rather think it is your fault
We'll, my fault or you's, I'll get scold-
ing, that's certain and gathering up line,
rod, and basket, she turned towards home,
Stop Kitty, you have forgotten some.
thing! Harry cried. j :
Kitty turned-to see wbstsshe had left,
when her lover caught her il, bis arms and
gave her hearty kiss.
Shame! said Kitty, you dare not do
that again? and again she scampered.
Noon in the cottage, and from the mill
somes'a large. robust man, with the ring.
ing step Of one Of natures noble,nen.
With qnick tread he soon reaches the cot
tage, and entering, locks curiousIy around.
'How now, wife; am too fast to day Z
That wild Kitty has been gone all the
morning, and don't know whom she will
come home. That girl will surely come to
no good end, she is SO Wild replied to good
dame.
'Nay.wifs, siois young yet. When she
gets older she will be wissr.'
Just then Miss Kitty is seen walking very
demugely towards the Apuse.
'Wbge bass you been, you wild, wild
girlp
TO The brook, to catch, trout, mother
'And what kept you so longY |gs
.Why, sat thinking, and thinking-
aust think Of home . littis moro, Mis-.
You'll surely break sour fathers and moth
er's heart, ifyop keep 6nin thishelter-skel
ter way ~ z 2 e a."
I Kit,yG eyes flied With tears 4 &.
I'm sure, mother. H Ehadt thong ht-,s.as
She could cay no nsors, bas asep pidg, st'
turned agsy. - s~s x ass I.
'Coinethers. gin, and. .ktss your fasbet.
! With q bodnd sbsaung her arms around
her fasasfssuesksand then ;hst asotb-
I er's. Nsl5gssy, s.
4 .aNp~s sHigas harry snd ef bpsf IL sl.ss
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fepioysd thssisssl in silsncs.