The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1877-01-25

any better of your decision last Friday
night, Kitty, I'm afraid ?''
''Why, no, Jack /; I don't see how
can, unless you could become an Indian
| Commissioner, or Clerk of the Treas
ury, or something of that kind. Yor
know I won't marry literary man un
der any possible circumstances. [ an
clear on that subject, Jack"
81 know all about farming, Kitty, il
| that would do"
"But suppose if you were farmer.
we should have to live in the country ]
am sure that would not do
Jack did not see how the city and the
farm could be brought to terms SO he
sighed and was silent
botharing about me, Jack. You ought
to be very glad have been so honest.
Some girls would have risked you, and
in week or two you would have been
just as miserable
"You don't dislike me, Kitty 70
''Not at all. think you are first rate.
cit is nay profession, then?''
"Exactly."
"Now, what has it ever done to offend
you?'
Nothing yet ; and 1 don't mean it
ever shall. You see, / know Will Hut
tons wife. And what that woman en-
dures-it's just dreadful! p
"Now, Kitty l''
cit is, Jack. VIII reads all his ar
ticles to her, wakes her up at night to
listen to some new poem, rushes away
from the dinner table to jot down what
he calls 'an idea,' is always pointing
splendid passages to her, and keeps her
working just like slave copying his
manuscripts and cutting newspapers to
pieces. Oh, it is just dreadful !''
''But she thoroughly enjoys it. %
eyes 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 company
now you might just as vel. NOPE along
with book
kitty, I'd promise you upon my
honor-at the altar, if you ike-never
to bother you with anything I write
never to say word about my profes-
sion"
''No, no, sir Then you would soon
be finding Some one else to bother-per-
haps some blonde, sentimental friend.
What is the Use of turning good natrr-
ed little thing like me into hateful dog
in the manger : I am not naturally able
to appreciate you, but if you were mine,
[ should snarl and bark and bite at any
other woman who was
Jack liked this unchristian sentiment
very much indeed. He squeezed Kitty s
hand and looked SO gratefully into her
bright face that she was forced to pre-
tend he had ruined her glove.
"I'll buy you boxes-full, Kitty and,
darling, I am not very poor 1 am quite
sure could make plenty of money for
you"
"Jack, L did not want to speak about
money; because if girl does not go into
raptures about being willing to live on
crusts and dress in calicoes for love,
people say she's mercenary. Well, then,
I am mercenary. I want silk dresses
and decent dinners and matinees, and l
am fond of having things regular it's a
habit of mine to like them all the time.
Now know literary men have spasms
of riches, and then spasms of poverty.
Artists are just the same. 1 have tried
poverty occasionally, and found its uses
less desirable than some people tell us
they are. %
'sHave you decided yet whom and
what you will marry, Kitty %
''No sarcasm, Jack. ] shall marry the
first good honest fellow that loves me
and has a steady business, and who will
not take me every summer to see views. %
ssTo see views %
eyes. I am sick to death of fine seen
cry and mountains, 'scarped and jagged
and rifted, and all other kinds. I have
seen so many grand landscapes, never
want to see another. [ want to stay at
Brighton or Scarborough, and have nice
dresses and dance every night. And
you know papa aciu go to some lonely
place, where all my toilets are thrown
away, and where there is not soul to
speak to but famous men OF one kind or
| another"
Jack couldn't help laughing; but they
were now among the little crush that
generally gathers in the vestibule of 8
theatre, and whatever he meant to say
was cut in two by a downright hearty
salutation by some third party.
''Why, Max, when did you get home?'
''To day" Then there were introduc
tions and jingle of merry words ant
smiles that blended in Kitty's ears with
the dreamy music, the rustic of dresse.
and perfume of flowers, and the new
conner was gone.
But that three minutes interview wa:
wonderful event to Kitty Duffan
though she did not yet realize it. The
stranger had touched her as she hat
never been touched before. His magnet
&c voice called something into being
that was altogether new TO her; his keel
searching gray eyes claimed what sh.
could neither understand nor withhold
She became suddenly silent and thought
! full and Jack VINO WAS learned Ia 10y,