Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1883-05-03


do not let the mistske disturb YOU" he
continued with imploring earnestness,
In the midst of her distress Kathie
could not help thinking how musical
his voice was.
Kathie became outwardly composed
after awhile. but her mind was still in
tumult. Suppose he had turned the
tables upon her, and denounced her as
a pick-pocket, as he might very well
have done! She shivered at the mere
thought of it.
Once or twice as they neared the city
the gentleman glanced at her as if he
would speak; but Kathie's resolutely
averted face and downcast eyes gave
him no opportunity, and not another
word was spoken until they reached the
station, where he left her with courte-
GUS bow and "Good morning"
Hateful thing!' said Kathie to her.
self, 81 hope l shall never set eyes on
him again. and then she watched him
with admiring eyes as long as she could
distinguish his fine form in the hurry
ing crowd.
Her purse, it is scarcely necessary to
say. was safe in her pocket, and she
soon set about diminishing its contents
Notwithstanding the inauspicious be-
ginning of her trip. her day proved
quite successful and satisfactory. Her
own errands and Aunt Kate's commits
sions were all executed, and there was
still half hour to spare for call to
Cousin Wills office, and when the time
drew near for her train to leave, he
escorted her to the station The train
was in readiness when they arrived, and
as they walked along to reach the right
car. form approached them from
side entrance a glance at which sen IA
thrill through Kathie's veins, and the
hot blood to her cheeks and brow.
''Ah! here's Harry Thorn going on
your train, Kathie," said her cousin.
''He will be agreea ole company for you,
and will see to your parcels" and then,
before Kathie was at all prepared for it,
came the inevitable introduction.
Kathie conld hardly force herself to
meet the glance of the mischievous dark
eyes bent upon her, or to touch the
proffered hand. 1t was utterly impos-
sible for her to speak word, but the
gentleman talked on till viii left them
at the entrance to the car.
"You will take the seat by the win
dow this timep" questioned Mr.. Thorn,
and Kathie silently took it.
After he had arranged her parcels
in the rack and seated himself Kathie
said with q frank smile, IL really hoped
that | should never see you again"
''Did you think [ deserved eternal
he asked lightly.
''Oh, no! 1t was rather l who merit
ed it," said Kathie. $50 long as you
did not know me it did not matter what
you thought of NE, but now, "-ah,
where were Kathie's words leading her?
eff you should tell Cousin WILL" she
continued quite illogically, "they would
tease me numerically, and l should
never hear the last of it"
IL assure you,h was the earnest an
swer, ''that will never mention the
mistake to which you refer to Will or to
anyone else. No one besides ourselves
need ever know aught of it." And
then he skillfully turned the converse
ton, and Kathie was soon quite at her
case, and they were conversing like old
friends.
That memorable ride through the
tunnel occurred some years ago, and
Kathie's relations with Mr.. Thorn have
so greatly that now, instead of
suspecting him of taking her money,
she appropriates with great GOODNESS
funds from his pocket-book for the shop
ping.
Mr.. Thorn sometimes laughingly de-
clares that instead of his wife waiting |
for him to offer his hand as ladies |
usually do, she took possession of it the |
first time that she ever saw him; but |
his most intimate friends ask in vain |
for an explanation of his jest.