River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1873-10-17
KITTY BLACK !;
or, Cornemara, Con Amore.

OF 1872, quilted my comfortable study for
the purpose of ensconsng myself behind a
white tie, and of encasing myself ia those
stereotyped sable garments which cry,
Open sesame~ at the PORTALS of society.
My friends, the Wilkins, were indulging
In fit OF insanity, and the attack, which
IN the commencement promised TO be of IA
somewhat mild form, gradually assumed
graver symptoms, until il eliminated i'm "a
tremendous bari Vainly pleaded ne
cesslty Tor reading up II case with which
the eminent firm of Sozer d BuIsome had
entrusted me. He didn't or rather he
couldn't see it. and with sence of bitter
injury at my heart | pulled myself to-
gether, dressed hurriedly, and arrived at
Harley street in humor the very reverse
OF amiable, and with the full determination
OF merely showing myself to Mrs. Wilkin.
lmblbing glass or perhaps two Of sherry
ana getting back to resume the perusal of a
novel.
LhoBlDle propose
The gas had not, as yet, been well
turned on, SO my ascent TO the drawing
rooms was no very difficult task Upon
the lobby Mrs. Wilkin was standing be-
hind huge bouquet which commanded
the staircase like great floral gun and
Wilkin was prowling in the immediate vi
cinity, with the air of a man who had sue
ceeded in losing half a sovereign, and was
engaged in looking for il as though he
wanted it very badly indeed
All, Mr. Brookley! I'm so glad that
you have come. Freddy told me you were
doubtful-all clever men are, but gou know
| always believe in you, and / look 10 vour
aid to make this little affair 20 off we'll"
Igroaned in spirit. This meant stopping
until the candles were snuffed out-unti
the tallow faced green grocers were paid off
until the milkmen arrived at the area
ratings, and until / should be gibed by dis
appointed cabbies as g. the cove who was
playin' the pianner."
:" BY the way, Brookley, there's little
Irish girl stopping here, Miss Blake.
Come, and III introduce you as friend of
mine,P observed Wilkin, dragging me bon
gre, NAL gre, towards mass of tulle illusion
surmounted by bunch of white flowers
Now my Irish girls whom | had hitherto
been fortunate enough TO meet had, some
how or other, been always too much for
me. If was blaze, they were saucy. II |
mas degdge, they were sentimental. If
was learned, they were bissfully and
gushingly ignorant. had been invariably
foiled, land my mostskilful fencing went for
nothing. / had not been able to score a
palpable hit under any circumstances
whatsoever.
! held back much after the fashion of
dog being led to corporal punishment
through the medium of collar and string
bowed a grim, ungainly bow, and pro-
ceeded TO fiddle with the buttons of a pair
OF soied, bulgy gloves, and TO glare in etefv
direction save that supposed to be occupied
by Mrs Wilkins Hibernian guest.
AT this juncture an attenuated, waxen-
looking, nalt fed artist, hung in chains. and
cladin garments shining with grease and
tbreadbare from age, proceeded to pound
away on the piano, aided and abetted by a
budgy man, who appeared TO be blowing
his whole person into battered cornopean.
and another conspirator, WHO dscharded
his duties 10 society and to Wiikin by dole
fully scraping upon violoncello.
" This is our quadrille," exclaimed a
very sweet voice at my elbow, with Just a
touch Of the brogue peTvadiug it like a
perfume, and soft little hand placed
itself conldingly on my arm. | had not
asked her to dance--she had evidently TAX
ca il for granted,
Would say that | never danced? that /
had sprained my foot or invent some Pat
ent and plausible excuse.
No IL would not be fair 10 mine host
ess so sullcnly resigned myself 10 my
fate.
"This is my first visit to London. q
chirped Miss Blake.
ooh, indeedlp
e live in the wilds of COnnemata.
! wish you were there just now, was
my inner thought.
. II is the widest spot on the face OF the
earth, and the loveliest-but won't you &c.
cure piS-a.gis?p
| compounded with a pink-iaced youth.
who was in the talOns of a tall. lean. vuI.
ture-likc woman, 10 face me in the forth
coming melancholy ceremony, and 10 as
sist in carrying out its sad solcmnties in Mi
the funeral details
Have you ever visited Ireland Mr.
Brookley ~ asked Miss Blake, at the con.
clusion of the first figure.
- ] should think not. Ireland Is a
wretched mistake
The moment the words escaped my lirs
| would have parted with good deal of
ready money 10 have been enabled o. draw
them back again They were childish.
rude, ungentlemanlike, andI turnedtoapol.
ogize.
The hot flush was upon her check. the
little hands were clenched until the gloves
threatened 10 burst up, and her flashing
eyes met mine rs she hOtly retorlcd:
. You must be an English boor TO say
"a
The pas seW commenced, and, 10 use A
stage phrase, Miss Blake event on5
What a charming figure What an Gle.
CANT turn Of the head What grace in
every movement
] had committed thrice aceursed mis-.
take, and (cH n. She went through the
entire figure alone. She would not teign
Ia take--to touch my oulstrctChed hand. /
had no words at will b. cudgel into A pro.
per form Of apology, and was bewildered
by her beauty.
Lovely blue eyes, with sweeping blue.
black lashes dainty little nose, with a
rosebud mouth, and teeth like untitled
radiant brown hair Ia massiyc
her expression
Ay De nj. Aihamal