Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1877-09-13
He X lssed Her.
From the Virginia Enterprise.]

BY lucky chance we yesterday encoun'
tered Secretary Pixley, of the Buckeye Club,
as he stood in fruit store meditatively gaz.
ing at some boxes of misunderstanding Cali.
fornia blackberries. A tear was in his ''hith.
er eye" and, turning to US, he thus feelingly
discoursed:
What Buckeye boy has not "met by
chance" in some boun1less contiguity OF
brars, his darling Jennie, Mollie or Lizzie 4!
These encounters, however agreeable in some
respects, were oftentimes sort of painful
pleasure and rather embarrassing to bashful
young beaux.
Never shall forget that particularly bright
and balmy day on which met my sweet
Kitty Tyrrell in the centre of one OF the vast
wilderness of briars, alders, wild plum and
crab-apple trees, and elder and choke-cherry
bushes of the old Buckeye State. 1t seemed
not alone the centre of blackberry patch,
but the centre of the world as well.
Her eyes were as black as the berries in
her basket and as brilliant as those of the cat
bird chattering in bush overhead; her lips
were ruby red, and her cheeks of the same
tinge as the south side of ripe peach, with
two streaks of purple fruit stains reaching
| from her mouth nearly to her ears-heavens!
wasn't she lovely?
My basket was full and volunteered my
assistance in filling that carried by Kitty. AS
| we worked together, the conversation on my
side was somewhat arduous, but Kitty ratified
away as briskly and cheerily as bluejaY.
Often, while we were plucking this melting
| fruit from some magnificent cluster, her
curls-Kitty had curls, glossy and glorious
her curls brushed my cheek. thought this
| happened very often, yet it always seemed
| somehow to be quite accidental
| Somehow, too, we were always at work on
the same bushes and clusters, and, at times,
| Kitty's lips were perilously close to mine
when she turned to speak.
| At such times my heart beats seemed audi
bic and loud as the hum of the bumblebee
that thundered past.
At last, to my great surprise, Kitty pouted.
Kitty's eyes flashed, and she almost sue
ceeded in coaxing into her smoothe, white
brow one or two indignant wrinkles, at which
the cat-bird scolded terribly.
"Don't you think" said she, ''the other
day, when was out here all alone-just as
we are::now-with Harry Jones, the naughty
fellow up and kisssd me!'
Now, I didn't much like Harry Jones; but
| it would have been hard for me to say he
was naughty, all things considered.
''He just caught me so, like great bear!
! and her lips almost touched mine, causing me
to feel violent humping of the heart; but
she didn't quite do it, and the peril was soon
past. Lord, what chattering that cat-bird
set up at that moment! felt that had been
just on the eve of being quite as naughty as
Harry Jones, but my bashfulness saved me.
Still pouting her pretty lips, and eyeing me
quite suspiciously, as thought, Kitty placed
her two little chubby hands on my shoulders,
and said, in her gentle, coaxing way: ''You
are dear, good boy; you amt going to be
naughty, like Harry was-are you?" Heav-
ems! how my heart f1uttered. seemed to no
longer breathe. A sort of dizziness took pos.
session of and almost blinded me, and mo-
ment later Kitty was saying, sternly'' ou
are very, very naughty boy!" ....
"Tee, he! he, he, he!" laughed the cat
bird