Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1882-12-20

! dreamed that 1t would cost him Suc1
an effort to keep his promise. 1t all
seemed so easy and simple when just
they two were talking about it. But
after this young lady had gone hel
voice, and manner, and eyes so haunt
ed him that the young gentleman, fol
almost the first time in his life, found
himself indulging in the luxury of to.
day dreams. Then he hobbled across
to the window opposite the Jones
front gate, just in time to see Miss
Kitty carefully tucked into sleigh by
Paul Hunt, who had just retu med
from Yale, and that awoke in him the
sud len consciousness that the angel oil
his future wore the prosaic name oi
Jones.
1t happened tha. evening at the din
ner table that the paternal Browne
had an additional line of irmness
about his mouth, as he had made up
his mind that this year he would not
be whecdled into any Christmas non-
sense
Nine. Browne was tired and ner-
vous, Miss Amelia unusually digni-
fed. Conversation Jagged, until final
ly, during the interim between roast
beef and dessert, Miss Amelia sudden
ly summoned sufficient energy to ask :
How have you passed the day,
Arnold p
'Ob, very pleasantly was the quick
response, and then, to the intense sur
prise of himself and his entire family,
Arnold Browne, perceptibly and un-
mistakable, blushed-blushed so con-
sciously that bS almost longed for a
moment of unconsciousness, and if he
had been girl would have been de-
lighted to faint.
Madame Browne was nothing if she
was not suspicious, and as she saw
that blush suspicion darted through
her mind Cigars Smoking? Had
he dared Yes, she was sure she could
detect the smoke even now, and she
fairly gasped: Arnold Browne have
you been smoking in my house :?
where did you get your cigars? Brib-
ed Bridget to go for them, Pm afraid;
and oh, my, she went and left the door
open, and oh, burglars-tell me quick,
Arnold, if anything is missing that
your father may notify the police"
for Mrs. Browne was tired and ner-
vous.
Mr.. Browne looked over his glasses,
and readjusted them, and then walked
deliberately to the wine closet and
counted the bottles
No, it was neither wine nor tobacco.
The good angel of the Christmas tide
had saved their boy from falling into
the temptations which have often
wrought such destruction with home
less boys, by sending at the right mo-
ment pure, unselfish young girl to
become the motor of his life.
Nothing quite so dreadful as either
cigars or wine, but only girl, u pleasant
call from Miss Kitty Jones, who called
on behalf of her mother, to ascertain
if you would like to unite in their
Christmas festivities. 1t seems that
they are in the habit of providing
tree with cheap presents for the bene-
fit of the poor children in the neighbor-
hood
And she made you believe, sup
pose, that she did not know you were
alone-pretended that she did not see
US drive off, (Mrs. Browne was so
painfully conscious that whether she
walked or rode she ever imagined that
the eyes of the enJire neighborhood
were upon herr The artful little puss.
Arnold, after all the trouble | have
been to bring you up properly, l hope
you will never choose such house
keeper as Kitty Jones. Mrs. Jones
may be very benevolent, but she is not
a particle stylish; and in my opinion
Miss Catharine saw us leave and cane
over to spy around little and have q
SLY Irritation with you
'Of course she did, said Miss
Amelia, whose special objection to
Kitty Jones was that she was pretty
and popular.
But oil this did not make our friend
a particle angry, for whole orchestra
of little voices in his heart seemed
to take up the qestioning refrain:
Did she come to see me for little
Irritation with me-with me--with
me?' and alas! after the manner of rich
young men, he concluded that she did
and was glad of it,