The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-06-25

theatre, and whatever he meant to say
was cut in two by downright hearty
salutation from some third party.
"Why, Max, when did you get
homep"
"To-day's steamer" Then there were
introductions and Jingle of merry
words and smiles that blended in Kitty's
ears with the dreamy music, the rustic
of dresses, and perfume of flowers, and
the newcomer was gone.
But that three minutes interview was
a wonderful event to Kitty Duffan,
though she did not yet realize it. The
stranger had touched her as she had
never been touched before. His mag
netic voice called something into being
that was altogether new to her; his keen
searching gray eyes claimed what she
could neither understand nor withhold.
She became suddenly silent and thought
full; and Jack, who was learned in love
lore, saw In moment that Kitty had
fallen in love with his friend Max Ray
mond.
III gave llilil u DlLbtI DduR
but If Kitty was not for him, then he
sincerely hoped that Max might win
her. Yet he could not have told whether
he was most pleased or angry when he
saw Max Raymond coolly negotiate a
change of seats with the gentleman on
Kitty's right hand, and take possession
of Kitty's eyes and ears and heart. But
there is good 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. 1t was
not Jacks Kitty at all. He was quite re-
lieved when she turned round in her old
piquant way and snubbed him.
But to Kitty it was wonderful eve
ning-those grand old Romans walking
on and off the stage, the music playing,
the people applauding, and the calm
stately man on her right hand explain
ing 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 island for about three
hours; then she had to 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.
"Well, pussy, what of the play p'
asked Tom Duffan "you cuts crit
icism short this morning. Now what is
yours ?"
"Oh, don't know, papa. The play
was Shakspeare's, and Booth and Bar
rett backed him up handsomely"
every fine criticism indeed, Kitty
L wish Booth and Barrett could hear
| it,"
81 wish they could but am tried to
death now. Goodnight, papa; good
night, mamma. I'll talk for twenty
in the morning."
What's the matter with Kitty,
mother 2"
"Jack Warner, I expect"
Hum! don't think so"
Men don't know everything, Tom.''
"They don't know anything about
women; their best efforts in that line
are only guesses at truth"
"Go to bed, Tom Duffan 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 tc
scientific lectures and astronomical lee,
lures and literary societies. Max took
her.
Tom Duffan did not quite like the
change, for Tom was of that order o.
men who love to put their hearts anC
necks under pretty woman IS foot. He
had been so long used to Kitty domi
nant, to Kitty sarcastic, to Kitty willful
to Kitty absolute, that he would not un
derstand the new Kitty.
81 do not think our little girl is quite
well, mother" he said one day, after
studying his daughter reading tn,
Endynaion without yawn.
Tom, if you can't think to better