The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1876-11-09
ing IN the hills with his fishing rod,

ing up the hills with his fishing rod,
strayed upon Tom Duffan, sketching.
Max did a great deal of fishing that
summer, and at the end of it Tom
Dulan's pretty daughter was inextrica-
bly, caught. She had no will but Max's
will, and no way but his way. She had
promised him never to marry any one
but him; she had vowed she would
love him, and only him, to the end of
her life.
Ali these obligations without a shadow
or a doubt fromthe prudent little body.
Yet she knew nothing of Max's family
or a~nteccdents; she had taken his APP
pearance and manners, and her fathers
and mothers respectful admission Of
his friendship, as guarantee sufficient.
She remembered that Jack, that first
night in the theater, had said some-
thing about studying. law togther; and
with these items, and the satisfactory
fact that he always had plenty of money,
Kitty had given her whole heart, with.
out conditions and without hostages.
Nor would she mar the placid meas
uro Of her content by questioning; it
was enough that her father and mother
were satisfied with her choice. When
they returned to the city, congratula-
tons, presents, and preparations filed
every hour. Kitty's Importance gave
her back n great deal Of her old dicta.
torial way. In the matter Of toilettcs
she would not suffer even Max to inter-
fcre. "Rcsults were all men had to do
WITH" she said "every thing was in
artistic to them but a few yards of linen
and Il straight %petticoat."
Max sighed over the hounces and
outings and lace and ribbons, and talk
cd about '%'unadornod beauty; " and
then, when Kitty exhibited results,
went into "hapsodies of wonder and ad-
miration. Kitty was very triumphant
i'll those days, but a little drop of NOR
LITIGATION was in store for her. She was
exhibiting all her pretty things one day
to a friend, whose congratulations found
their climax in the following statement ::
"Rcally, Kitty, II most beautiful
wardrobe! and such an extraordinary
piece of luck for such n little scatter
brain as you! Why, they say that
Mr.. Raymond's last book Is just wonder
full"
"Mr. Raymond'S last book" And
Kitty let the satin-lined morocco-case,
with all its ruby treasures, fall from her
hand.
"Why, haven't you read it, dear? So
clever, and all that, dear"
Kitty had tact enough to turn the con-
versation; but just rs soon rs her visi-
tor had gone, she faced her mother,
with blazing eyes and cheeks, and said,
"What is Max's b%usiness-a lawyerP''
"Gracious, Kitty! What's the mat
tcrP He is Il scientist, a professor, and
a great"
Wrtter?n
EYES,
"Writes books and magazine articles
and things?"
t eyes"
Kitty thought profoundly for a few
} moments, and then said, 81 thought so,
+ l wish Jack Warner was at home"
e "Wha for?"
"Only a little matter l should like To
+ have out with him; but it will keep
Jack, however, went South without
visiting New York, and when he re,
a turned, pretty Kitty Duflan had beer
Mrs. Max Raymond for two years. Iii.
f; first visit was to Tom Dutfan's parlor
i studio. He was painting and singing
and chatting to his wife as usual. 1
was SO like old times that Jacks eye
T. filled at the memory when he asked
e where and how was Mrs. Raymond.
@ "Oh, the Professor had bought
n beautiful place eight miles from tn,
city. Kitty and he preferred the coun
Il try. Would he go and see themP"
Certainly Jack would go. To tell tn
G truth, he was curious to see what othe
miracles m%atrimony had wrought upoi
IL Kitty. So he went, and came bacI
wondering.
- "Really, DEAR" says Mrs. Jack Wal
ner, the next day, how does the Pre-
fessor get along with that foolish, ig
: norant little wife of hisP"
sect along with herP Why, h
couldn't get along without her! Sh
sorts his papers, makes his notes an
u quotations, answers his letters, copit
-, his manuscripts, swears by all he think
8 and says and does, through thick an
thin, by day and night. It's wondei
y. full, by Jove! felt spiteful enough
remind her that she had once vowe
;, that nothing on earth should ever il
~ duce her to marry o writer"
" "What did she sayp"
& "She turned round in her old sauc
III manner, and answered, Jack Warner
5 you are as dark as ever. did not ma,
IL ry the writer, | married The man. The
| said, Il suppose all this study an
NJ reading and writing is your offerin
a toward the advancement of sicence an
IN social regeneration
!" "Wha thenp"
y. "She laughed in a very provokin
O. way, and said, Ozark again, Jack;
is a labor of lore"
k swell, l never!"
"Nor / either. "-Harper'S Bazar.
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