The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1878-10-18
" BLOOMSBURY, Pa, FRIDAY OCTOBER 1s. 1878

iN'''! D"' he','h "hcu, as piausiOiy rs might
be, he intimated that his sentiments had un.
dergone radical change since their engage
ment-that he felt it would be a sin to keep
the letter of his compact, while it was impos.
sble to fulfill its spirit and in short, return.
ing Kitty's troth.
There, said he, as he dropped it into the
letter box, where sleepy porter sat by the
light of an evil.odored kerosene lamp, its
done and over with
Kitty Barker was bewildered and stunned
when first she read the ettler.
Has he ceased to lover she asked herself.
Have / knowingly done aught to forfeit his
affection? Oh will ask his pardon on my
bended knees, if
And then she read the cruel document
second time and began to see through the
gloss and glamour ofSincair's skillfully WOW
en- network of words.
'He has found some one whom he likes
better than me, she told herself, with NOR.
titled pang. Some one prettier, fairer, more
intellectual, and am forgotten. Well let
it be so. He is right when he says that the
spirit is more than the letter.
And Kitty wrote back brief, cold reply,
which set Mr.. Sinclair's heart at rest
Il eidn't know but she'd be attempting the
breach of-promise line,' sold he to himself
and that would have been confoundedly awk-
ward.
Just one week subsequently he took ad-
vantage of a lovely moonlight night, when
his new inamorata was sitting by his side un-
der one of the big elms on the lawn, while
the band played the "Serenade from Pas
quale' under the gilded canopy by the big
verandah, and proposed and was accept
ed.
Beman, who had run out of his slender
! stock of money, and was already packing
for an early departure the next morning was
| annoyed and nervous.
4 always said, old fellow said be, that
you were born under lucky planet
And Sinclair himself felt rs if he were
walking in a glorifed atmosphere of bank
bills and cloth of.gold.
They were sitting in love-like fashion un-
der the trees, next day, when sharp, high
pitched voice from the esplanade called
out i;
Sarah Sarah Where are you ? Where
the key of my room, and what do you mean
by this sort of conduct? Wasn't itan especial
part of your contract that no followers should
be allowed ?"
Madame ? cries George, jumping up, as
a sharp-voiced lady of certain age con-
fronted his lady love with vinegar acerbity
of aspect.
Take yourself off, young man. said she,
'or I'll call the private watchman This is
my maid. And how dared you, Sarah,
take the liberty of wearing my thread-lace
shawl ?
Sarah courtesied, stammered, and excused
herself, ending by being swept away in the
wake of her impe'ious mistress.
'I'll see you again. she said to George,
who stood looking on in mute wonder and
amazement.
No, you'll not, Miss said George Sin.
clair to himself I've been sold once, but
it will be my own fault if l am sold twice.
Miss Moneyfords MUD, indeed =
1t was too true. Miss Moneyford had sent
the artful Sarah Roxbury on in advance to
secure the rooms and engage for her fitting
reception, and Sarah, being of dramatic
turn, had conceived the brilliant idea of play
ing the fine lady on her own account for a
little while. Her masquerading had not been
unsuccessful.
And if Missis hadn't happened along SO
sudden thought the mortified and dscom-
fited maid, Il should have had real gentle
man for husband
From which it may be inferred that Mr..
George Sinclair had not been altogether
frank with his fair companion in the history
of his life and station.
Mr.. Sinclair went back to New York, and
called at the house of Kitty Barker.
She can't see you, sir, said the widow
lady in whose house Kitty hired two
rooms. She's tryin' on her weddin'
Dress
Her wedding dress ?
Yes, SIR said Mrs. Lomax. She's to be
married tomorrow week to Mr.. Ledyard, as
is the junior partner of the firm where she
worked. He's always fancied her, and now
that she's free from all prior engagements,
with meaning glance. hes agoin to marry
her right out of hand 7
And Mr., Sinclair kept away, feeling him
self to be exceedingly deprecated in the
market
81 wish hadn't gone into the business of
heiress hunting 1t serves me right but
how am ever to live without Kitty p
And he had all the rest of his life left in
which to answer that question