The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1876-11-30

IL QOes NOT concern ELMER you OF me, OF
my story; but the sight of that ring
awoke the bitterness again.
The next morning Mrs. Dale, "the
newspaper of the neighborhood," as she
was called, called at Mr.. Lanes, ostensi-
bly, to take Mrs. Lane ga new receipt
for maxim mince pies" but really to see
if she couldn't find out something about
Kitty and Mr.. Tiles that would be salts
factory; che had heard great deal, but
to use favorite expression of hers,
"nobody knows how much of hearsay's
So" As soon as she had taken off her
shawl, although she declared that she
"hadn't time to stop minute" she be-
gan with:
"Well, Kitty, had right nice time
last night, didn't you? My Lizzie said
everybody 'peared to enjoy themselves
first rate, unless it was Charlie Doles,
and he didn't seem to enjoy himself at
all. He always seemed to think SO much
of you, Kitty, and 1 feel rale sorry for
him; it'll be such a disappointment to
him when you marry that school
teacher"
"Why, Mrs. Dale" said Kitty, I am
not going to marry Mr.. Tiles"
"Ain't your said Mrs. Dale. "Well,
now, that does beat everything; but Pm
rale glad of it, though guess he's good
enough; leastways, I never heard any
thing wrong about him, bat then, you
see, always took an interest in Charlie,
and l do think, Kitty, that you treated
him kind O. mean."
That afternoon Annie Stafford came
over with some news. Charlie had gone
nobody knew where.
"And it's so," said Annie, " for
Brother Jim was over in town this morn
ing, and he saw him get on the train,
and his uncle was at our house a little
while ago, and he said he didn't know
where he had gone, but it is away of
somewhere. But, Kitty, advise you
not to cry your eyes out about it, for
anybody that would get mad about such
a foolish thing as he did, isn't worth a
snap, especially when you can get as
handsome a fellow as Mr.. Tiles by just
saying So
"No," said Kitty, trying hard to
smile, al don't think I'll break my heart
about him."
Nevertheless, that very night Kitty
cried herself to sleep, and chided herself
till one would have thought her guilty Of
some horrible crime.
The months wore away, and no news
of Charlie came, except now and then a
letter to his uncle, directing something
about his affairs. And finally, too, the
ache grew out of Kitty's heart, and she
said to herself, I" was no more to blame
than he was" and little later, "He
was foolish to take ofense atsuch little
thing as that"
Two years later she yielded to Mr..
Tiles's entreaties and became his wife.
Perhaps she was tickle; doubtless you,
and I, too, reader, would have preferred
to have her remain true to Charlie, but
as conscientious writer of the history
of Dillon's Prairie, am bound to record
the fact. that she married Mr.. Tiles.
Ten years passed away, and in that
time Kitty's husband had died. One
day a stranger came to Dillon's Prairie
tall, heavy-set man, with sun-browned
face and heavy, beard, giving his name
as John Sanderson. No one knew who
he was, whence he came, where he was
going, or his business there, although
there were many speculations in regard
to each of these. One day, few days
after his arrival, as Kitty was sitting in
her house, busily engaged in sewing, and
now and then casting look out
where her little three-year old was play
ing, a stranger came to the door and
asked for drink. Kitty recognized him
as Mr.. Sanderson, and placed chair for
him just within the door, while eshe went
to get the water. He began to talk Of
the people there, and of the changes
which had taken place since he left
there.
"Then you have been here before, "
said Kitty.
EYES," said the stranger; "in fact ]
used to live here"
Kitty looked at him sharply amoment.
and then the simple word Charlie, u
escaped her lips.
eyes" said the stranger, rising, and
taking her hand, "I am Charlie; and
Kitty, have come back for you; will
you marry me now?"
And Kitty2 Why, of course, she
laid her head on his broad shoulder and
cried, and said she would. What elst
| would Won haya had her do nray9