The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1882-06-16
siss y'osaa You.-ron't wear any hat either

L suppose. sAs
80 have plenty OF trimmings; / shal
trim that light felt wore>iast winter.
as'And your lacket2I Where's that 3
come from, pray ?"
y l,Kathie's clears were gone, and he
brown eyes flashed like stars as sh
answered, 4" L intend TO make. myself
jacket of grandfather's coat.
Her aunt threw back her head an,
laughed boisterously, as she went on
4" Grandfather' old coat I oh, that il
too good. What would Mrs. MontaQu,
say to that? Kathie, child, what goos'
you are !"
Kathie threw aside her rufies, an,
going to the clothes-press, brought GU
the old coat.
-ssThe material is very fine, +" she said
"and this rich, old-fashioned fur vii
cut into nice strips for trimming. Oh
I am sure that can make a handsop,e
Jacket out Of 1t. and I think = she'aaden
softly, s.grandpapa would like to have
me have it, if he knew" -.
:. Grandpapa, indeed !" echoed Mrs.
Grayson. 81, should think you'd have
but little respect for his memory, after
the manner he treated you in never
leaving you penny after having nursed
him and shaved for him night and day
for all these years +" - 7
g I have no doubt heintendedto leave
me something, +" said Kathie. ssI know
he did; but he died so suddenly, and Put
off alternating his will until it was impos-
sible to do so. I"
" Oh, nonsensel wouldn't give fig
for good intentionsi He had lots OF
money-everybod knows that; it has all
gone to that, scapegrace, Dugald,s and
leaving You without shilling for your
wedding dowry."
Charlie won't mind that" said
'Kathie, her checks blooming like rose.
won't he? Don't tell me, child
Every one thought you would be old
Tom Rowland's heiress when you found
Mr.. Montague. Ten to one he'd never
have given you a second thought but
for that Now, that he's disappointed,
he's too much of man to back out, of
course, but he feels it all the same.
Don't tell me, j sknow men better than
you-r - AZ s1A
Kathie uttered no word In answer.
She took the old coat, and, crossing TO
the window, sat down to rip it apart.
Her wedding day was drawing near. and
there was no time to lose. Mrs Gray
son settled herself on the lounge for. an
afternoon nap; the big Maltese cat pur-
red on the rug; the canary chirped lazllyy
in her cage; and, without, above the
waving line of the wooded ridge, the
December sunset glowed.
Kathie began to mp the strong, closely
stitched seams, her pretty, fresh face
looking sad, but net hopeless. Aunt
Grayson's world-wise talk had somewhat
hurt her from its unkindness, or rather
heartlessness.
All her life she had been such brave,
sweet little SOUL Left an. orphan early,
she had lived with her grandfather, and
made his last days bright He said to
her more than once : You're a dear
child, Kathie; by-and-by. when VOC
think of being a bride, I'll give you !
wedding dowry."
Yet, after his sudden death one mid.
winter night there was no mention of
Kathie found In the will, and everything
went to Dugald, the son of a second
marriage.
Kathie did not complain, but it cut
her to the heart to think that after all
she had been utterly forgotten. She
tried to believe thatthere was some mis-
take, but it WAS very hard to do so.
And when Dugald sold out the old
homestead, gathered up the funds and
went off to America, she gathered up all
the souvenirs and took care of them.
The old fur trimmed overcoat was one.
and this was distinguished from all the
rest by having card appended to it, on
which was her full name.
Then boarding at her aunt's, she
taught the village children, and saved
up her earnings for her marriage-day,
for Charles Montague had asked her to
be his wife.
The wedding day was appointed, and
kathie was beginning with a fiuttering
heart to think about making her pur-
chases, when her brother George fell i'll;
and worse, got into trouble He was
rather thriftless man and had been
unfortunate his little home was
mortgaged, and unless the debt could be
repaid the house would be sold over his
head. Kathie heard and did not hest
tate an instant. Her boarded earnings
went to pay the debt. Fla ~
She did not regret her generosity
sitting there In the glow of the waning
sunset she would have done the same
thing again. She did not doubt her
handsome, high born lovers loyalty, yet
her CIR, S heart ached, and tears dimmed
her clear, bright eyes.
It was bad to be so cramped for a
little money. and ones Wedding day So
near. Her Wardrobe was limited and
sadly needed replenishing. Aunt Gray
SON told the truth; she would look
shabby in the grand rooms at the
Oakland, in the midst Of Charlie sstatly
uIu<<< "a II "a
The tears came faster, and presently
the sharp pearEhandled knife. with
which she was ripping the seams, slipped
suddenly, and cut q cash across the
breast of the coat.
sKathie gave,a shrek of dismay.
ssThere, now, I've spoiled the best Of
the cloth can't get a jacket from the
much abused old coat. What shall
1 do p 10
Down went the bright young head.
and with her face buried in grandpapa's
old coat. Kathie cried as If her heart
would break.
Mrs. Grayson sneered on the lounge,
the Maltese cat purred before the
hearth, the canary twittered, and out
above the wintry hills the sunset fires
glowed in golden glory 81
Her cry out, Kathie raised her head,
dried her eyes, and went on with her
ripping, when something rustled under
her hands.
)aWhy, what's this Some Of grand,
papa's papers r.
She tore the lining loose, and there.
beneath the wadding, was a package
done mp in parchment. and tied with
red tape, and addressed In . clear hand
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