The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1877-03-24

the Marshalls; I've known the whole race
of EN- for twenty years. Old Silas Mar
shall went from Windsor to Hartford,
and sold soap and candles, and during
the Jackson campaign ="
Precisely what the late Silas Marshall
did during the Jackson campaign was not
told at that moment, for the door opening
cut short the thread of the conversation.
Uncle Randolph walked into the kitchen,
while behind him, self-contident and
smiling, walked Mr.. Jack Burroughs.
Trembling all over, Kitty rose up from
her seat and thanked the twilight which
hid her face.
where's your aunt Martha?" in.
quired Uncle Randolph. Jack has
come over to eat supper with US. Why
don't light up?"
" Here's match" said Jack, and he
held out his hand.
"Aunt Martha is upstairs" answered
Kitty, addressing herself to her uncle,
and paying no heed to Mr.. Burroughs
proffered match. "Ill go and call herr"
and with this the young lady beat hasty
retreat.
That Josiah Marshall is scOundrel
and thief" resumed Uncle Randolph,
as he took down the kerosene lamp from
the mantel- piece. "pd like to kick him
and the whole tribe of Marshalls along
with HIM"
It's pretty numerous tribe" OBJ
served Jack, goodhumoredly. Let me
help you TO put on that chimney"
While Jack was adjusting the lamp
Miss Martha, who never found time to
dress up, as she expressed it, until late
in the afternoon, entered the room. Miss
Martha was capital housekeeper
Moreover, she was what the New En-
glander calls "smart" and the English
man clever" And she was what all
the world, in diverse tongues and dialects,
calls eccentric" Perhaps one of her
most noticeable eccentricities was that
of mixing the names of the members of
her own household. Tom Turner was
called Randolph" quite as often as he
was "Tom,' and Kitty answered
promptly when addressed as Nancy"
albeit the only Nancy in the family had
married dozen years before, and was
living now in Oregon. Jack Burroughs
had long before grown familiar with this
popularity, SO that when Miss Martha,
upon entering the kitchen, said: &C Is
that you, William" Jack responded,
cheerily: 1t is"
" Well, I'm proper glad to see YOU"
exclaimed Miss Martha cit seems an
age since you've been inside the house
Take Oft your great coat and come into
the sitting-room and get warm. How's
Lydia and the folks?"
Jack gave a satisfactory account of
the health Of the Burroughs family, and
Miss Martha then withdrew to look after
the supper.
Meantime Kitty, who had rushed to
her own room with face flushed, hands
trembling and bosom heaving, had
donned her best black alpaca, and
combed out the braids of brown
hair, which was hers by growth and not
by purchase. Not that she did this in
honor of Jack Burroughs. By no means.
She would have done it for anybody
anybody who was going to stay to sup
per. And she tried hard to convince
that her face flushed and her hands trem-
bled. What was Jack to her now? Had
he not sent back her letters and picture,
and kept away from her for whole
month: And was she not heart broken
maiden, resolved to die as soon as the
ice in the Connecticut River melted ?
These thoughts whirled through her
brain as she fastened bit of white lace
at her throat-laCe which Aunt Charity
had once worn, when knitting was not
her sole aim in life-and took final
peep at her pretty self in the double
sectioned mirror. That peep must have
been eminently satisfactory. At all
events it made her conscious of her
beauty, and caused her to forget the ter
rible letter lying between the pages of
the dictionary downstairs.
When Kitty went into the sitting room
to announce that "supper was ready"
she saluted Jack with chilling politeness,
and addressed him as L" Mr.. Burroughs. u
That ought to have stabbed the young
man to the heart, but it didn't. He
looked very grave, to be sure, and called
her 8" Miss Gibson" but there was the
old roguish twinkle in his gray eyes, and
Kitty detected at once that, under his as
sumed gravity, there was a desire, re-
strained only by continual eXertion, to
burst out laughing. Naturally this vexed
the young lady to degree where tears
would have been sweet relief 1t was
not enough, then, that this wicked, de-
ceitful, cruel Jack should make play
thing of her heart, but he must needs ex-
ult over his atrocious conduct. Kitty
could have cried with relish, but she re-
membered her letter and her resolution
to die, and So in lieu of tears, she drew
solace from that grim thought
AT the supper table Jack was unusually
laxative. He complimented Miss Mar.
tina upon the excellence of her faky bis.
cults, and emphasized his appreciation
by eating half dozen of them; he ex.
pressed his cordial sympathy with Uncle
Randolph's desire to kick the tribe OF
Marshalls, and evinced deep interest
in the story which Tom Turner had just
devoured he shouted the praises of Aunt
Charity's knitting in tones so lusty thai
the old lady was made to hear, albeit
she was wont to declare herself $50 proper
deaf she couldn't hear anything; anC
as for Kitty, this wicked Jack bonn