The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-10-13
DICK FOSTERS LOVE AFFAIR,


Pretty Kittie Winthrope pulled the
vines apart and gaZed anxiously out of
her chamber window. 1t was a lovely
picture. The window half concealed
by green ivy; the sweet, young face
peering through this natures framing.
And, to Dick Foster, rs he laid his
hand upon the gate-latch: the picture
was doubly charming,
kittie had heard his merry whistle as
he swung through the meadow grass,
with long, easy stride. She knew the
whistle, and it made her heart beat a
trlle faster than was its wont.
The good people of the old red farm
house had retired with the sun, and had
these two hours been wrapped in slum-
ber All but Kittie, however; she eX-
pected Dick, hence she had not retir-
ed.
"Dick," exclaimed she in low tone.
eyes; it's Dick, Kittie."
The face ut the window disappeared;
and in a few minutes a side-doOr OPEN
ed, and kittie tripped down the walk.
The pair passed through the garden,
and went into Il small rose arDor.
Rather Il peculiar proceeding, is it
not2 Yes, doubly so, when it is we'll
known that the girls parents look with
t-Vnr upon Dick $ attachment for Kit
tie. -.
Love is ;istrange proceeding through
out all it's wOndrOus changes. What
If "open day light" love be allowed,
there not more ''honey sweet" in a few
stolen moments with the veil of romance
cast over them? And so, Dick Foster,
OI-ln fn =,
occasional opportunity to engage Kit
ties attentions by moonlight. Kittie
we'll, she was not ayerse to this. She
knew that she loved The handsome,
manly fellow; and she little bethought
herself that aught of harm might arise
from the stolen love chats in the arbor.
1t matters not what may have been the
subject OF their conversation. How
ever, when Kittie came down to break
fast the next morning, her eyes were
brighter then usual, and the lovely
hue upon her yretty checks was warm
er.
''IIellol what's all this? Look, moth
er, our Kit is just like pictur'," said
good natured farmer WinthrOpe.
kittie hid her bushes behind the cOf-
fee-pot, and was thankful that her
mother did not join in.
kit, what train will your friend
come on?" asked farmer Winthrope as
he rose from the table, after finishing
his breakfast.
Mine forty" responded Kittie.
ed up?''
IN no; Dick he"
W, Dicks going to meet her, is he?
We'll, you'd better look out or she'll
steal linn from you; he might fall in
love with this gay, city maid" laugh
ingly interrupted Kittie's father us he
went out.
This caused her to blush only the
deeper. However, she perfectly under
stood the dear, good man, and-but his
last words were not very pleasant. She
knew that her lover was as truo as steel
and she soon drove the cloud away as
she went about her light, morning
work, The pink chamber was all nice.
ly arranged, and after she had surveyed
it's charming aspect for the fourth Oh
fifth time, she stood and mused:
"Claire cannot help but like it; it is
50 sweet and fresh. And she, poor girl
has been coopcd up in that horrid city
all winter"
The time speeds rapidly, and then she
hears the sound Of wheels. She rushes
to the door. Yes, tits Clare; she's
here! Dick descends and helps the fail
visitor down, and then carries heI
trunk to the porch.
"Oh, you dear, sweet little darling
you'll 1t seems an age since saw youP
cried beautiful Claire, as she threw hel
arms about kittie and half crushed hel
i'll warm embrace.
Greetings, especially between two
young ladies', are not in my line Of do
scriptive powers, hence I'll pts;, ovc
the spirited congratulations and thu
) like.
"Dick, I'm over so much obliged tt
you for meeting CLAIRE" exclaimed Kit
tie.
"Yes, Dick, m obliged, too," san1
out Claire in Il pretty tone.
After the young man had departed
and after Claire had removed the trace
OF travel and changed her dress, sh,
turned toward Kittle as the two wer,
standing in the arbor and said:
"Tell me, for mercy's sakel Who il
that country blmpkin2" This took lit
tie Kittie's breath quite away; and 70
Il few moments she could not reply
Dick, her Dick--a bumpkml And to b.
called that, right here upon the spo
q where he had talked 50 sweetly.
PPM sure. Claire, Dick Foster is no
4 bumpkin," half angrily returned Kit
tie.
We'll, who and what IS he then
Kit?"
"Why, he--he's Dick" softly re