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

right hand, and take ossession of Kitty s
eyes and ears and heart. But there rs a
great deal of human nature in man, and
Jack behaved, upon the whole, better
than might have been expected.
For once Kitty did not do all the talk
ing. Max talked, and she listened; Max
gave opinions, and she endorsed them
Max decided, and she submitted. It was
not Jacks Kitty at all. He was quite
relieved when she turned round in her
old piquant style and snubbed him.
But to Kitt,y it was wonderful even
ing-the Kings and Queens walked on
and off the stage, the music playing, the
people applauding, and the calm, state
ly man on the right hand explaining this
and that, and looking into her eyes in
such delicious, perplexing way that
past and present were all mingled like
the waving shadows of wonderful
dream.
She was in loves land for about three
hours then she had come back into the
cold, frosty air, the veritable streets, and
the unmistakable stone houses. But it
was the hardest Of all to come back and
be the old radiant, careless Kitty.
SWELL, pussy, what of the play?" ask
ed Tom Duffan 'syou cut IS criti-
cism short this morning. Now, what is
yours 50"
"Oh, don't know. papa. The play
was Shakspeare's, and Sullivan and Mrs.
Vein backed him up handsomely"
very fine criticism, indeed, Kitty. I
wish they could hear it.
81 wish they could but I am tired to
death now. Good night, papa good
night, mamma. I'll talk for twenty in
the morning.
''What is the matter with Kitty,
mother ?''
''Jack Warner, I expect"
| ''Hnm don't think So
s'Men don't know everything, Tom. !"
'They don't know anything about
women; their best efforts in that line
are only guesses at truth"
$50 to bed, Tom Dufan; you are get
ting prosy and ridiculous. Kitty will
explain herself in the morning."
But Kitty did not explain herself, and
she daily grew more and more inexplica-
BILE. She began to read Max brought
the books and she read them. She be-
| gan to practice Max liked music and
wanted to sing with her. She stopped
crimping her hair Max said it was un-
! natural and inartistic. She went to SCI
| entifc lectures and astronomical lectures
and literary society; Max took her.
Tom Duffan did not quite like the
change, for Tom was of that order of
men who love to put their hearts and
necks under q pretty woman's foot. He
had been so long used to Kitty domi-
nant, to Kitty sarcastic, to Kitty willful,
to Kitty absolute, that he could not un-
derstand the new Kitty
81 do not think our little girl quite
well, mother" he said one day, after
watching his daughter reading Schiller
without a yawn.
''Tom, if you can't think to better
purpose you had better go on painting.
Kitty is in love-"
''First time I ever saw love make a
woman studious and sensible"
''They are uncommon symptoms !;
nevertheless, Kitty is in love. Poor
child ''
'sWith whom 2"
'Max Raymond - and the mother
dropped her eyes upon the ruffie she was
plating for Kitty's dress, while Tom
Dufan accompanied the new born
thought with his favorite melody.
Thus the winter passed quickly and
happily away. Greatly to Kitty's de-
light, before its close, Jack found the
blonde, sentimental intellectual friend,
who could appreciate both him and his
writings, and the two went to house
| keeping in what Kitty called ''a large
dry goods box" The merry little we'd
| ding was the last event OF late spring,
and when it was over, the summer quar-
ters were an imperative question.
81 really don't know what to do, moth
er," said Tom. ''Kitty vowed she would
not go to The lakes this year, and L
scarcely know how to get along without
it."
"Oh, Kitty will go. Max Raymond
has taken up his quarters at the hotel
there
'Oh, oh! I'll tease the little puss.
'.You will do nothing of the kind
Tom. They both imagine their motives
undiscovered but you just let Kitty
know that you even suspect, and she
won't stir step in your direction.
Here Kitty, entering the room, stop
ped the conversation. She had a pretty
lawn suit on, and japanese fan IL her
hand. 'tLawn and fans, Kitty" said
Tom, ''time to leave the city. SHALL we
go to Brighton -
"Now, papa, you know you are iok-
ing you always go to the lakes
''But I am going with you to the sea
side this summer, Kitty. L wish my lit
tie daughter to have her wllim for once. %
s'You are better than there is occasion
for, papa. I don't want either Brighton
or Scarborough this year. Sarah Cooper
is at Brighton with her snobby little
husband and her extravagant toilets !
am not going to be patronized by her.