American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1876-11-11

little more natural"
"Naturals Jehoshaphat! Go away
you little fraud!"
"I appeal to Jack. Jack, just lool
at the women in that picture of papa's
with the white sheets draped abou
them. What do they look likeP"
"Frights, Miss Kitty"
"Of course they do. Now, papa.
You two young barbarians!" shout
ed Tom, in fit of laughter; for Jacl
and Kitty were out in the clear frost,
air by this time, with the fresh wind a
their backs, and their faces steadily Sc
toward the hustle and the light O
Broadway.
They had not gone FAR when Jacl
said anxiocsly, "You haven't though
ary better of you decision last Frida,
night, Kitty, am afraid?"
"Why, no, Jack. don't see how
can, unless you could become an Indi
an Commissioner or Clerk of tn
Treasury, or something of that kind
You know I won't marry literary mai
under any possible circumstances. I'm
clear on that subject, Jack"
"I know all about farming, Kitty,
that would do"
"But suppose if you were farm
er, we should have to live in the coun
try. / am sure that would not do"
Jack did not see how the city and tn,
farm could be brought to terms; so h,
sighed, and was silent.
Kitty answered the sigh. "Nouse il
bothering about me, Jack. You ough
to be very glad 1 have been so honest
Some girls would have 'risked you,
and in week you'd have been Just a.
miserablei"
"You don't dislike me, Kitty?''
"Not at all. 1 think you are first
rate"
1t is my profession, thenp"
"Exactly."
"Now, what has it ever done to Of
fend your"
Nothing yet, and I don't mean ii
ever shall. You see, know Will Hut
toms wife; and what that woman en-
dures! It's just dreadful"
"Now, Kittyl"
"It is, Jack. VIII reads all his fine
articles to her, wakes her up at nights
to listen to some new poem, rushes
away from the dinner. table to jot down
what he calls IAN idea, is always point
ing out splendid passages to her, and
keeps her working just like slave
copying his manuscripts and cutting
to pieces. Oh, it is just
"But she thoroughly enjoys it,
Yes, that is such shame. Will
has quite spoiled her. Lucy used to be
real nice; a jolly, stylish girl. Before
she was married she was splendid COM
pany; now, you might just as well
nope round with book"
SIXTY, I'd promise upon my honor
1t the altar, if you like-never to bother
you with any thing I write; never to
say a word about my profession"
"No, no, sir! Then you would soon
be finding some one else to bother, per-
haps some blonde, sentimental, intel
ectual friend What is the use of
turning good-natured little thing like
me into hateful dog in the mangerP
am not naturally able to appreciate
you, but if you were mine, should
,narl and bark and bite at any other
woman who was.''
Jack liked this unchristian sentiment
7ery much indeed. He squeezed Kitty's
hand and looked SO gratefully into her
lace that she was forced to pretend he
'uined her glove.
"I'll buy you boxes full, Kitty; and,
larling, I am not very poor am quite
ure could make plenty of money for
vou.n
" Jack, I did not want to speak about
money; because, if a girl does not go
INTO raptures about being willing to live
N crusts and dress in calicoes for love,
'eople say she's mercenary. Well,
hen. 1 am mercenary. I want silk
lresses and decent dinners and matt
Iees. and I'm fond of having thing
ocular; it's a habit of mine to like
hem all the time. Now know litera-
y people have spasms of riches, and
hen spasms of poverty. Artists are
ust the same. have tried poverty oc-
and found its uses less de-
irable that some people tell us they
re-"
SHAVE you decided yet whom and
that you will marry, Kittyp"
81 No sarcasm, Jack. shall marry
he first good honest fellow that loves
ne and has steady business, and who
nil take me every summer to see
iews.n
To see views?"
I" Yes. I am sick to death of fine
cenery and mountains, 'scarped and
aged and rifted,' and all other kinds.
we seen so many grand landscapes, 1
ever want tosee another. 1 want to stay
the Branch or the Springs, and have
ice dresses and hop every night.
nd you know papa a0iu so to some
,nely place, where all my toilettes are
lrown away, and where there is not
,ul to speak to but famous men of one
ind or another"
Jack couldn't help laughing; butthey
ere now among the little crush that |
enerally gathers in the vestibule of a |
heater, and whatever he meant 20 say
as cut in two by downright hearty
Ilutation from some third party.
"Why, Max, when did you get