The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1878-06-28
KITTY McLANE.
A TRUE STORY.


young lawyer, owned one of the
handSomest houses in the little
mountain town--in S. G. With
in this pretty dwelling he had late
ly placed rare jewel-ever mod
est winsome Kitty McLane. The
Colonel's eyes cleaned with proud
satisfaction as he introduced his
pretty little wife to his friends,
drove her out on the fashionable
street, or led her, in her soft goSSa-
mer bridal robes into the fashion.
able church. She was, indeed, a
fair, dainty sight in these first
bright days Of her wedding lite,
and, without knowing it, admins
tered largely TO her husbands
prime trait, pride.
These first months passed, and
the dear little woman naturally
fell into more quiet, but not less
joyous ways of life. She could not
remain bride always deckrd in
bright robes, and bluShing in yet
girlish dif1idence az she met the
new y, ople aud assumed her place
in society.
Home! 1t was her world, where
the humblest duty yielCed the
highest happiness. Here she ruled
in delight, tor did not this seem to
her the grand means of pleasing
the man she had married because
of her pure, devoted love?
TO have her house i'll perfect Or
der, her garden Of flowers and We
getableS yielding their best OF beau.
ty and food, her feathered tribe
conditioned at all times for the
table-were achievements that en-
gagged her head and hands.
Col. Calmer, with true,masculine
proclivitieS, valued these excellent
traits in his wife, yet he would
have her be this, and something
else.
She was appreciative, refined,
intelligent, but-her husband was
swayed by remorseIess ambition.
His eagle eyes were ever soaring
upward to some unreached goal.
He had mingled with the proud
queens of society, the fair leaders
of the tom and his wife must be
one of these, else disappointment,
even wretchedness would follow.
Noticing how fondly she became
attached to her house, and how
correspondingly was her growing
indifference to the gay butterfly
world he loved so well, he argued
and plead with her to join him
in fashionable displays aad amuse-
ments. She yielded only too anX-
ious to grant every wish of the
husband she adored. Hence, the
little flower that bteOmed so sweet
ly in the Colonel's home was trans
planted for the nonce, to the gar
nish light of the ball-roonl-giddy
halls of fashion, or the tanner homes
of society autocrats. Kitty was
earnest, anxiously so, but she fail
ed. There was not that within her
which could be moulded into a
fashionable, queenly woman. She
was simply Kitty McLane, pure
minded, true hearted, loving Kitty.
In this failure she won her hus-
bands displeasure, she touched
him in a sore point-his pride, and
he could not forgive her. lie lead-
ed her with rich and beautiful pres
ents, and again strove to convert
her into his ideal woman. But in
this gay, reckless throng, there
was no demand for the material OF
which she was made. She wept
in secret over this tailure-the
open ridieule of her plain feminine
ideas of life-and her husbands
dissatisfaction.
Col. Calmer convinced she could
never attain the point which he
her to reach. tortured her
for what seemed a direful defcien-
CIV i'm the wife of such man as
man whose eyes were
fixed upon the highest office in the
State. and whose wife must help
to bear him thither, not clog his
feet by her femininities!
A broader souled man, and
higher hearted, would have paused
TO examine this jewel and give it
its real position. Such a man would
not have scorned his pearl, because