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


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"With whomp p''
" Max Raymond" and the mother
dropped her eyes upon the ruffie she was
pleating for Kitty's dress, while Tom
Duffan accompanied the newborn
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, and intellectual
friend" who could appreciate both him
and his writings; and the two went to
housekeeping in what Kitty called ga
large dry-goods box" The merry little
wedding was the last event of late
spring, and when it was over, the sum-
mer quarters were an imperative ques-
ton.
CT really don't know what to do,
mother" said Tom. "Kitty vowed she
would not go to the Peak this year, and
scarcely know how to get along with
out it''
"Oh, Kitty will go. Max Raymond
has quarters at the hotel lower down."
ooh, oh I'll tease the little puss."
You will do nothing of the kind,
Tom, unless you want to go to Cape May
or the Branch. They both imagine their
motives undiscovered; but you just let
Kitty know that you even suspect them
and she won't stir step in your direc-
tion."
Here Kitty, entering the room, stop
ped the conversation. She had pretty
lawn suit on, and a japanese fan in her
hand. Lawn and fans, Kitty" said
Tom 4" time to leave the city. Shall we
| go to the Branch, or Saratoga ?"
"Now, papa, you know you are jok-
ing; you always go to the Peak"
"But am going with you to the sea-
side this summer, Kitty. L wish my lit
tie daughter to have her whim for
once"
"You are better than there is any oc-
casion for, papa. L don't want either
the Branch or Saratoga this year. Sarah
Cooper is at the Branch with her snobby
little husband and her extravagant toi-
lettes; I'm not going to be patronized
by her. And Jack and his learned lady
are at Saratoga. L don't want to make
Mrs. Warner jealous, but I'm afraid L
couldn't help it. I think you had better
keep me out of temptation"
Where must we go, then ?"
"Well, suppose we might as well go
to the Peak. 1 shall not want many
new dresses there and then, papa, you
are so good to me all the time, you de-
serve your own way about your holi-
day."
And Tom Duffan said, "Thank you,
Kitty" in peculiar way that Kitty
lost all her wits, blushed crimson, drop
ped her fan, and finally left the room
with the lamest of excuses. And then
Mrs. Duffan said, "Tom, you ought to
be ashamed of yourself If men know
thing past ordinary, they must blab it,
either with look, or word, or letter (;
1 shouldn't wonder if Kitty told you to-
night she was going to the Branch, and
asked you for $500 check = serve you
right too"
But if Kitty had any such intentions,
Max Raymond changed them. Kitty
went very sweetly to the Peak, and two
days later Max Raymond, straying up
the hills with his fishing rod, strayed
upon Tom Duffan, sketching. Max did
o great deal of fishing that summer, and
at the end of it Tom Duffan's pretty
daughter was inextricably caught. She
had no will but Max's will, and no way
but his way. She had promised never
to marry any one but him she had
vowed she would love him, to the end of
her life.
All these obligations without shadow
or doubt from the prudent little body.
Yet she knew nothing of Max's family
or antecedents; she had taken his ap-
pearance and manners, and her fathers
and mothers respectful admission of his
friendship, as guarantee sufficient. She
remembered that Jack, the first night in
the theatre, had said something about
studying law together; and with these
items, and the satisfactory fact that he
always had plenty of money, Kitty had
given her whole heart, without condi-
tions and without hostages.
Nor would she mar the placid meas
ure of her content by questioning; it
was enough that her father and mother