The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1881-08-11

sbleH1An! Y0n haKe come down;to 10
HbW . lbrlher Etlerstipnri g. 81
axssl6hV ~ <ddfessod Hin ~ithpls
ful familiarity of which she was scarce.
~ conscious herself. thanking him for
the "patriarchal wisdom Of his ESSAY,
and the valuable items of useful knowl-
edge he sought to instl into her YOUTH
full mind, with much more badinaye
that ran off Of itself from the point Of
her nen. e ;'yff }'.,T'1 -
On the next day but ono, No. 3 was
brought to Jeanne by Mrs, Andruss,
while the three friends sat together
over their lessons. Jeanne took the en-
velope as had been arranged between
them. but Is soon as the woman had
gone passed 1t over to Kitty a-7e
. 1t is very heavy. l. believe he has
sent you q photography she said, in .
hall. frightened, hslf-1aughing tone.
Kitty took it with the tips of her
fingers, undid the thick folds with the
air of one who feared to let loose q
spider or toad.
"Achr'. she ejaculated, when the ex-
pected object fell into her lap. Sophie
A floridlY-tinted photograph of q
vulgar looking fellow, With black eyes,
waxed moustache. studded shirt-front
and unctuous smile, sitting side ways in
his chair the better to hang D hinged
hand over the 0ack.
Az'' Assregnlar = Bowery beyr F" ssaid
Jeanne, Mortified to whispering.
Poor Kitty's face sank into her hands.
"Girls! girls! what have l done? What
shall l do?'
"Read the letter. suggested Sophie.
ut can't be so bad as the PICTURE
It was no better. Kitty's inch was
made the warrant for an ell 50 liberal
that reader and listeners. rattles and
madcaps as they were, were shocked
into severest propriety. Kitty sat like
IN image of gray stone. Her pretty
lips were tight lines of such misery that
Sophie began to cry, and Jeanne to re-
volve some form Of possible consolation
in her mind. ''~f r''71-e
:. After ALL" she frightened up to
nay, "there is no real harm done. It is
as easy to drop the-the-wretch--as it
was to take him up. Mary is as close
as wax, and knows next to nothing be-
sides. All that we have to do is to burn
the picture and the letters Is fast as
they come" s..5...,-
- feel as if my hands were dirtyl'
sighed Kitty, looking down at them.
"But never, never fhought once that
was writing all that stuff to q real
dreadful man! Look at that watch
| chain! I.know it is brassl And the
| ine6able smirk of that curl in the mid
die Of his, forehead, stifienedr with
quince-seed water! 1 can actually
smell the hair-oil! Faugh!'' fsH.
With the interjection the photograph
went into the fire and the letters fol.
lowed. PRE- s.e - sF -
..Therer' Kitty heaved deep-drawn
sigh, watching the burning. 81 have
had my lesson-and paid we'll for it,
She made further payment in lacer-
ated self-respect and harassment dur
ing the ensuing fortnight Martin KEEL
logg wrote four times, twice per week,
each. epistle being more familiar in style
than its predecessors
He was losing sleep and flesh, he
averred. under her cruel silence. He
left mighty bouquet at Mrs. Andruss'
house with the fourth letter.
| EJeanie made a cremation of flowers
and letters in her chamber, Kitty look
ing on in anguish that was beginning to
tell upon health and looks. Like a
bound captive, she awaited the cessa-
ton of persecution, or further and cru
cial developments.
She was practicing with mechanical
diligence one evening almost three
weeks after the receipt of her corre-
spondent's photograph. her father
and eldest brother had gone out. Her
mother was confined to her room by q
sick headache. The two younger boys
were busy above stairs with their les
sons. Dropping her hands listlessly
upon the keys at the close of difficult
exercise, something-not sound or mo-
ton. but an indefinable expression of
another presence besides her own in
the room-made her glance around.
A man stood within three feet of her.
She had never seen him before, but
as she started up he saw that he was
| recognized. -.s
"Miss Wheat. I. believer he said. in
oily, insinuating tones: "'Atias Kitty
Clover!'' 49, - 49, - EAstA
"Who are youp'' Her she, ., thin
voice, so unlike her usual speech,
startled even herself. "And what do
you meap?" -. :. ~ -
He held ont an open letter, silently.
pointing to the signature, smiled more
broadly and took q chair, unlimited.
81 don't comprehendr' stammered
miserable Kitty. about whom the light
ed room was growing black, while the
floor rocked and sank under her feet.
"You were quicker of wit on the 9Th
of January, whenI Glanced to be in the
central Office of the Telephone Com
| pany, chatting with my sister. who is
one, Of the oporators there. Kind Fate
| led mo. close to the instrument as a
voice called, is that Kitty 1C}over?'
and an angel answered, Sometimes,
and to some peoplet
Kitty, deathly sick, sank upon sofa,
wringing her hands. :
1-'' Oh! If you would only 60 away! 1t
was nothing but fun with us girls.
never dreamed of ever seeing your
- And do you find me 80 frightful,
then?" said the fellow. his leer intensi-
flying the disagreeable smile.
The room seemed filled with his
breath laden with brandy fumes. Kitty
jumped up and backed toward the door.
"Papa!' she called, family and
brokenly,S as in q nightmare.
q" met your father and brother on
my way uptown, remarked Martin
Kellogg, coolly-s .eSit down and talk
rationatly. What harm can come to
you through my visit? Why should
not friend. hip. in time ripen into a
warmer feelinkrs8as@ @5ea s.
Kitty looked at him, her eyes wide
with horror and adherence.
,."All Che same Istay here for awhiler'
he uttered, insolently, tipping his chair
and crossing his legs. o" You owe me
something for not answering my last
love-letters"
Kitty tried to rise.
est down" ordered Kellogg.
A hollow roaring filled her ears. II
must wake up presently! l must! I
must!'' she repeated to herself, pinch
ing her chill fingers. I. 5ss'S 1913 e
She turned and ran as for her life up
IN hov Nom ho1tod tho door au1 foil