The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1871-01-28
ONLY KATE.

He had met Miss Haverstone with her
uncle and aunt, at Southend, and as she
was very stylish, and, at the same time,
an agreeable young lady, he had become
intimate with her. This was the first call
he had ventured to make since his return
to London, and he was wondering how she
would receive him. He did not send his
card to her, because he wished to surprise
her-pleasantly, as he hoped.
'Be sure and keep out of the acay," he
heard a sharp voice say. 81 should be
shamed out of my wits if any one saw yo,t
moping about
There was no response to that injunction,
and a moment later, Miss Haverstone
entered. She was a tall, handsome young
girl, who seemed born to command and
yet there was soft bewildering light in
her brown-black eyes.
Miss Haverstone ~ he said, rising up.
"Mr. Fairfield ~ she exclaimed. els it
possible that it is you?' am so happy to
meet you once again.
Their greeting over, they settled down
into quiet little chat and Mr.. Fairfield
was very much surprised to find how swiftly
time had fled when he arose to go. She
invited him to call again, and he accepted
her invitation, and called frequently.
He was her escort with her aunt to the
opera theatre, balls; in fact, to every place
of amusement. In that way several months
passed, and he was meditating asking Miss
Haverstene to accompany him through
life.
One evening he called rather earlier than
usual, and went into the music-room.-
Somebody was playing quaint little song,
and singing in soft, sweet voice. He had
had no doubt as to who the somebody must
be, so silently stepped over to her side.
Amelia he said gently.
The figure on the stool turned round sud-
denly.
Pardon me, l am only Kater she
calculated.
pardon me-" he returned. 81 have
made mistake. l was quite sure that it
was Miss Haverstone, as l was not aware
that she had any lady VISITORS
Il am not visitor,' she responded
81 am Amelia lame sister,
ooh. thousand pardons''
He could say no more. He was wonder
ing why Amelia Haverstone had never
spoken about this invalid sister, 1t could
not be that she was Indifferent to her,
Amelia's heart was too tender for that
"Ameia will be here in few moments,
sir she added, as she took her two little
crutches and leaned heavily on them.
Before he could speak, she had left the
room, and he was alone
Miss Haverstone entered. She apoligized
for keeping him waiting so long, and seemed
all sweetness.
81 was not aware that you had a sister
BEFORE Miss Haverstone, he observed.
"No?' Did l never mention her to
you % she said.' g thought had. And
yet feel so sad when think of her atf1ic-
ton, that hate to allude to her at ALL
There was wonderful pathos in her
voice which touched him. He had not mis-
judged Amelia it was only the extreme
sorrow which she felt that had kept her
lips from speaking of Kate. He often went
to the house after that but he never caught
Il glimpse OF 4 little lame figure, whose
mournful song had rung in his ear ever
since.
81 would like to sec your sister, he ven-
tured to observe one evening. "Why dees
she keep herself so secluded ~
because she is so sensitive was the
response. 81 have tried to induce her to
come in here, but in vain
He had to be satisfied with that reply,
though he felt great curiosity to see her
He imagined, by the outlines of her face,
which had been partly defined in the twi-
light, that she was pretty, of course, but
not so pretty as Amelia.
The next morning he called again. He
had some concert tickets, and he would
just step in moment on his way to the
city.
You need not announce me, he said,
to the servant. 81 hear voices in the
breakfast-room, and will go there and
surprise them"
The maid servant gave a mysterious
smile, and muttered. "Much good the
surprise will do you, if Miss Amelia is
ranting as usual -
He did not notice her ominous words,
but kept on the even tenor of his way"
He put his hand on the door-knob, and
then he hesitated. He did not wish to
enact the part of a listener, but he had
caught the mention of his own NAME and
he had Il little pardonable curiosity.
"Do you love Mr.. Fairfield ." he heard
soft voice ask.
81 am glad the witch has asked that
question for me-" he muttered to himself,
as he waited impatiently for Amelia's
reply.
Glove" she sneered. sWho has any
thing. to do with that old-fangled notion
now. Mr.. Fairfield is rich and man OF
the world. What more do 1 require -
"But he may require something else,"
Kate responded warmly. {" He seemed so
good that / do not know how you can help
but love him. l would worship him,
sister,
"Indeed. Perhaps you have fallen in
love with him yourself? If you have,
wish you could hear some of the remarks
he made about the ridiculous way you
| limped about the room that night 1
declare it served you right, though, if you
will persist in going where you are forbid
den"
"Hush, Amelia, said another voice
that of the aunt. How can you hurt Hates
feelings in such a cruel, uncalled for man
ner? See, she is crying Poor child she
has trouble enough, without you adding
grain more and to think how that trouble
come upon her! Once for all, Amelia |
tell You you must give up going to that
ball. If you take the money for another
dress, we cannot afford to take Kate over
to Paris"
"She can wait" was the pettish response.
"Mr. Fairfield will surely soon propose,
and then l shall be off your hands"
| "Amelia, I am shockedI' was her aunt's