The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-10-14

ohiy DliBnJ Slue 10 AlUJy, VINO never
thought that there might be another less
pleasant to look upon.
Selma was worrying sister, not wa tcb-
full. She lectured Kitty for her rambling
propensites, but took no pains to ascertain
how she passed her time. She was not ill
pleased to have the girl out of her sight.
She was jealous of her. In former days
Kitty had been her fathers favorite. Since
he had been confined to his room Selma
had become indispensable to him, and she
contrived by degrees to exclude Kitty
almost entirely. The old man grew more
apathetic every day, and Selma said that
Kitty only disturbed him. AT last some
one brought the matter before Miss Hey
bolt, and she was suddenly seized with anx-
iety, the more remarkable for her former
carelessness. She watched Kitty, and
followed her in her walks. Her first effort
was unrewarded. Kitty did not meet
any one, and soon returned home. Selma
| still fingered about the spot, that Kitty
might be well out of the way, and not sus-
pect her. AS she did so, an idea struck
her, remembering Kitty's motions. She
walked up to the ledge where Kitty had
lowered for time, and looked at it with a
sharp and close scrutiny. Then, with
smile of malicious triumph, she slid her
hand into a natural pigeon-hole in the
rock, lifted loose stone, drew out little
note, and opened it. There was very little
in it to animadvert upon. She gathered
from it that Carlton was absent and ex-
pected that day or the next. Kitty ill
formed him that she would be at the old
oak-tree every afternoon until he came.
Miss Heybolt read the note and replaced
it. 1t was evident that Carlton was to
visit this letter-box on his return. Her
first thought was to be at hand and con-
front him. On second thought she con-
cluded that she could not lose the time,
and she returned home, with almost as
much speed as Kitty herself could have
used. Miss Heybolt was as active in her
movements as she had ever been. She
went home with her scowling black eye-
brows drawn together over her Roman nose
in most portentous manner, bat said not
word to Kitty. All that day she was
in her fathers room. When Kitty had
gone out, she left him and followed her.
Kitty had never looked prettier or
brighter than she did that day. She went
to her post-office. Her note was gone, and
a rosebud lay in its stead. Then she made
all haste to the oak-trec, and found Carl
ton there. After the first greeting, Carl
ton took newspaper out placed it be-
fore Kitty's eyes, which first dilated and
then sparkled, as with something of exul-
tation and amusement and shame all mixed
she recognized some little verses of her
own, which, with infinite reluctance and
misgivings, she had allowed him to see.
80 Carlton, what made you?" she said,
covering her face with her hands. "How
silly it looks ~
eff the fear of being silly kept women
or men either out of print" said Carlton,
"the literary arena would be bowling
wilderness compared to It's present state.
| am responsible for this, not you"
Kitty was not really displeased, after all
and long conference followed that was
chiefly led by Carlton, Kitty being content
to ask questions and to listen, not from
any want Of ideas of her own, but because
she preferred his ideas.
What's that ?" she said, starting.
"only cow" said Carlton, TRANQUILITY.
1t was no COW. 1t was Selma Heybolt,
who walked in upon them, as if by acci-
dent, and exclaimed:
Kitty Catherine p And then turned
her eyes Oh Carlton, who rose to his feet
and bowed with a GOODNESS that only exas-
perated Selma He had the satisfaction of
knowing that a full-grown hatred for him
possessed the elder sister at that moment
as completely as love for him did the
younger. There was something singular
in her expression too-a noting of his
features and bitter smile as she did so,
that might have perplexed him if he had
not long since guessed at something that
would account for it.
/ Who is this, Catherinep demanded
Selma, severely.
Carlton introduced himself with suave
politeness. Selma erected her head, and
blew her breath through the dilating
nostrils of her Roman nose like an angry
COW.
"she must have been rather handsome
once" thought Carlton, unterrifed by her
scorn. "She is handsome enough now, If
she had less Of a grim and gruff express
SION" Selma was unaware of the COM