Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1879-04-10

ing; life or reason would surely Civ,
way. But the burden is SO morcifull,
adjusted, that we first bear it, ther
grow used to It, and finally feel il
! growing lighter, so that we can tread
cheerfully again though our shoul
ders may never lose the mark of the
b1rden, or our hearts forget our los,
ones.
They came back to the desolate
house after the funeral; the widowed
mother gathered mp such remains oil
strength as she might, and took her
accustomed place again /; and Kitty
went on in her daily routine as qui.
city as though the song had not gone
GU. of her life.' People saw she was
paler, quieter and more retiring than
of old but no one wondered. Mr..
Payne had been a kind father, very
proud and fond of .his baby, his pet
ted youngest, his little Kitty and il
was not strange that she should take
it hard,' said every one. Her eldest
sister, Mary, and her husband, Robert
barrow, moved into part OF the large,
old house, and took charge of the
farm, their mother being too frail for
so much care. Robert said merrily,
when this was decided on, hoping to
make the sad-faced sister smile 4
suppose, now, Kitty won't like this.
No parlor now to use Sunday nights
hey, Kitty?'
1T makes no difference replied
Kitty, rousing from her abstracted
mood, and not noticing his meaning,
only understanding that Mary was to
have the parlor. sWe never have
made much use of it, any way
That's So said Robert. roguishly.
Ned Somers seemed to do all his
sparkling riding out, or coming home
from parties or singing-school. And
John was alsoays at it anywhere he
he saw you-sitting-room. kitchen,
milk.room, door step, or anywhere
Mary, from behind Kitty's chair,
was silently telegraphing her husband
to stop; and now, catching her eye,
he paused suddenly, with the usual
mystified air of puzzled masculine
when you want him to take a hint,
and he can by no means see what.
Kitty neither flushed nor paled, and
the dead weight at her heart did
not seem stirred by the memories
awakened. she did not answer, and
Robert went on: "Ned Somers asks
after you every time / see him.
shall tell him to come and see for
himself next time. Shall I, Kit?'
81 don't care, I'm sure-or, no,
don't say any such thing. please,
Rob! / don't care to SEQ any one now,
said she, YEARLY.
"Oh, but you must not give up to
such feelings, Child said Robert,
more gravely. 1T can do no good,
and you must try to bear up and be
comforted.'
Robert would have thought she
had indeed need Of comfort, could he
have seen her in her little room that
night weeping silently, but bitterly,
hour after hour, with still, despair.
ing grief that was worse than more
noisy and more shallow sorrow. In
stead, Mary said to Robert in their
room: "Don't tease Kitty any more
about John, Robert. There is some-
thing wrong between them, Pm afraid.
1t was very strange, his going off so
suddenly. without parting visit, SO
intimate as we all we're; and strange
that she never speaks of him.
she was a foolish girl il she refused
him. said Robert. He was worth a
dozen such as that Somers-or any
others who could have courted her.
kitty used to be little too fond
of flirting,' said Mary. Il am sure she
liked John and | don't believe she
ever meant to refuse him finally
And now IS sorry, hey? Well, it's
pity if So
Ned Somers has called twice this
week aud asked for Kitty each time.
'Humph, yes!' Father Payne left
more money than any one thought he
would and Ned thinks he will secure
KITTY and her money too
Nonsense, Rob Somers is rich
himself; what does he want Of her
little fortune?'
Don't you believe it Mary. He
has led very fast life since the old
man died. Fast horses and betting,
and some say drinking hard have go!
Ned deeply in debt, and even Kitty's
little fortune would be very well
come relief to him. I, for my part,
never want to see Kitty tske up with
him.
'Why did you joke her about him
and then offer to invite him here?
'Oh, just to make her smile. l knew
we'll enough she never cared for him.
How did she treat him when he was
here p
Hardly had word to say; just as
still and sad az usual. She isn't like
our Kitty any more,' and Msry's kind.
ly blue eyes filled.
YES replied Robert gently, she
feels her fathers loss very keenly, as
we'll as you, my poor Mary
She feels something besides, too,
Rabert. do believe she grieves after
John. There is something amiss de.
pend upon it.
why don't you ask her about it |?
oh, | can: bear to! Besides she
wouldn't tell me. She was always
close mouthed.
'Who-our Kitty? Such a little
chatterbox as she always was.'
About her own deeper feelings
she always was. She was never like
me, to tell all she knew and more
too
All right. Rather have as you
are. Don't worry Molly. Remember
what Granny King used to say abou,
you and me-'Ef they're fur each
other they'll hen each other, and the
old Teller himself can't hinder 'em
and eff they haint fur each other the,
iconl, and all the world KANT make
'em.'
For Robert and Mary had their
own little romance of doubts. fears
and perplexities, sober, every day
married couple as they were now. Sc
with laugh they composed them
selves to slumber, and poor Kitty
sobbing in her own little room unde,