The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1879-02-20
How They Came Together Again.

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"Then give me back that ring"
Quick as thought off came the ring
from Kitty's tapering finger, and in
another moment it flashed in the palm
of Will Graham's hand. Then the two
looked at one another aghast, as if o
precipice had suddenly yawned between
them.
"Time to leave the grovel Cars
coming" said voice, nearing them.
"Oh, Kitty, quick, if you don't want
to be left I''
And her sister, Nellie Barton, who
had been searching for her, came for
ward to grasp her by the hand and hur-
ry her off to the picnic train waiting for
the flushed and tired party from the city.
"Hang the train l'' said viii, reflect.
ing afterward that it would be rather q
hard thing to do. "What am I to do
with this ringp would like to crush
it under those locomotive wheels. And
Kitty What have I donel'
The sequel was, that Will, sauntering
along, was too late for the train, and
had the pleasure of walking into town,
ten miles.
"Good enough for him." said the
vexed Kitty, in thoroughly feline way,
as she missed him in the train, pretend
ing not to look for him, and yet con.
stnntly darting sly glances in every
direction to see If he could be near.
"Good enough for him." she said, when
the cars started. More tender thoughts
came at last. "Poor WILL" she finally
murmured; "vhen he comes round TO-
night, I'll make him comfortable in that
big arm, chair in our parlor, and will fix
everything all right. But will he come
round ?" A lcok at her naked finger
sent shiver over her, and the precipice
yawning between her and Will in the
grove seemed TO yawn wider. "What
have I said and done to Will? l won
der if he'll come tonight"
No Will came. The big armchair
looked empty enough, and Kitty felt
like tying a piece of Grape to it. Will
reached home thoroughly tired out by
his walk, and thoroughly disgusted with
himself for his treatment of Kitty.
"Fool," he said to himself, as he
dropped asleep. And that was just what
Kitty said to herself. They were fool
ish. At the picnic party there had
been a little jealousy and then little
sighting of one another. Kitty thought
Will cruel, and so the end was that
Will walked ten miles that night with a
plump little gold ring in his pocket.
Both went to sleep, saying in self-accu-
sation, "Fool I"
Both woke up with intentions to make
reparation the next day. 1t is easier
though to make break in the dam than
to mend it. When Will Graham went
down to his late breakfast, he found a
short but peremptory letter waiting for
him. It was war time. Will was lieu
tenant in his regiment. The letter was
a summons back TO his post, for the
enemy were reported to be intending a
serious demonstration. Every man
must be in his place. The sentences of
bis letter ended sharp as pistol shots,
and Will was off by the next train. He
sent message by lady friend to Kitty
that he wanted her to write and he would
as soon as possible answer it, and that
she must not think anything OF what
had happened. Would she forgive him
he asked. But the lady friend, who
chanced to be visiting in the place, was
suddenly hurried home by symptoms Of
approaching sickness. The sickness
proved fatal, and Wills words found @
grave with her. AS for Kitty, she wrote
uObo DClOlO iCaNAhS hSi iOOhi VIC
morning saying she was sorry, and gave
it to little boy to drop in the office
The game of marbles played on the way
sent into happy oblivion all thought o.
his errand, and when he did think of hii
note, he couldn't find it. 1t probably
dropped out of his pocket in pulling
out bag of marbles and was finally
picked up by the next enterprisine
chiffionier that went round crying
Rags, rags"
Will wondered why after his mes
sage, Kitty didn't send letter, and
Kitty wondered why after her letter
Will sent no message. The result wal
that certain pretty little finger wen
minus gold ring.
1t was weary autumn, and wearie.
winter Kitty thought, that followed
The dead leaves whirling in the wine
never seemed so mournful, and tn,
snow never seemed SO much like
shroud.
mo WILL" she said, "these lont
winter evenings Nothing but war re
ports sounding like batteries going of
all the time"
"What is the matter with Graham p
said Wills mess-mates, as they rumi
mated after dinner on the subject of hi