The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1877-01-25
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your holiday"
And Tom Duffan said fsThank you,
Kitty, in such peculiar way that Kit
W lost all her wits, blushed crimson,
dropped her fan, and finally left the
room with the lamest of excuses. And
then Mrs. Duffan said, ''Tom, you ought
to be ashamed Of yourself! If men know
6 thing past ordinary, they must blab it,,
either with a look or q letter. I should
not wonder if Kitty told you tonight
she was going to Brighton, and asked
you for check-serve you right, too. -
! But if Kitty had any such intentions,
MIX Ramona changed them. Kitty went
Wy sweetly to the lakes, and two days
siterward Max Raymond, straying with
fishing rod, strayed upon Tom Duffan,
sketching. Max did great deal of fish
Ing that summer, and Of the end of it
Tom Duffan's pretty daughter was mex
tricably caught. She had promised him
never to marry any one but him she
had vowed she would love him, and him
only, to the end of her Iife
I All these obligations without a shadow
Of doubt from the prudent little body
Yet she knew nothing of Max's family
or antecedents she had taken his ap-
| pearance and manners, and her fathers
and mothers respectful admission of his
friS lei,
remembered that Jack, that first
| night in the theatre, had said something
about studying law together and with
these items, and with the satisfactory
fact that he had plenty of money, Kitty
had given him her whole heart, and
without conditions and without hostages.
Nor would she mar the placid measure
of her contentment by questioning; it
was enough that her father and mother
were satisfied with her choice. When
they returned-to the city, congratulations,
presents and preparations filed every
hour. Kitty Importance gave her back
a good deal of her old dictatorial way.
suffer even Max to interfere. 'sResults
were all men had to do with she said,
everything was inartistic to them but a
few yards of linen and straight petit
coat. :"
Max sighed over the founces and fut-
ings and ribbons, and talked about ''un-
adorned beauty - and then, when Kitty
exhibited results, went into rhapsodies
and admiration. Kitty was very triumph
ant in those days, but little drop Of
Modification 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 state
ment
"Really, Kitty, a most beautiful
wardrobe and such an extraordinary
piece of luck for such little scatter
brain as you Why, they do say that
Mr.. Raymond's last book is just won
derful -
"lhr. Raynaond's last book !" And
Kitty let the satin-Ened morocco case,
with all It's ruby treasures, fall from her
hand.
s'Why haven't you read it, dear? So
clever, and all that, dear9'
Kitty had tact enough to turn the con-
versation; but, as soon as her visitor had
gone, she faced her mother with blazing
eyes and cheeks, and said, "What is
Max's business-a lawyer 2"
Gracious, Kitty What's the mat
ter? He is scientist, a professor and
a great-
"Writer p
ssYes."
Kitty thought profoundly for few
moments and then said, Thought so.
I wish Jack Warner was at home l''
"What for ?"
''Cnly little matter I should like to
have out with him; but it will keep"
Jack, however, went to the continent
without visiting the Duffans, and when
he returned, pretty t-itty Duffan had
been Mrs. Max Ramona for two years.
His first visit was to Tom Duffan's par
lor studio. He was painting and singing
and chatting to his wife, as usual. 1t
was so like old times that Jacks eyes
filled at the memory when he asked
where and how was Mrs. Raymond.
Oh, the Professor had bought beau
tiful place eight or ten milesout Of town.
Kitty and he preferred the country.
Would he go and see them
Certainly, Jack would go. To tell tue
truth, he was curious to see what other
miracles matrimony had wrought upon
Kitty So he went, and came back won
dering.
"Really, DEAR" says Mrs. Jack War
ner the next day, chow does the Profes-
sor get along with that foolish, ignorant
little wife of his %
"Get along with her2 Why he could
not get along without her. She sorts his
papers, makes his notes and quotations,
answers his letters, copies his manu-
scripts, swears by all he thinks and
does, through thick and thin, by day
and by night. It's wonderful, by JoveI
I felt spiteful enough to remind her that
she once vowed that nothing on earth
would induce her to marry writer
''What did she say2'
''She turned around in her old saucy
manner, and answered, Jack Warner,
you are as stupid as ever. I did not
marry the writer / married the man.
Then said, I suppose all this duty and
reading and writing is your Offering to-