Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1884-07-03
The Sturg Teller.
NAMESAKES.


ssThe rain is coming down in floods" said
Young girl, peering out in the pitchy dark
ness.
A barrack ground (stiff and ugly under
the most favorable circumstances), looking
like some desert waste in the bowling wind
and driving rain, was just visible.
"Why, Aunt Belle" she continued, paus-
ing with one hand on the shutter, "here is
O. name scratched on this pane of glass. L
never noticed it till this minute"
"What is the name?" asked the old lady,
indifferently, half asleep in her cosy arm
chair by the fireside.
"K-i-n-l-o-c-h-'Kinloch, Scots Greys,
1867" read the girl; and then Kitty
written very badly just below"
"Kinloch Kitty! J" said Aunt Belle, start
ing up with sudden interest. "Why that
must be the same man." Then she sank
back again, murmuring: "Ah, Kitty, there
was love in those days, and romance too"
SIS there love now ?" said her niece, COM
ing to her aunt's side and kneeling down
on the hearth rug.
The ruddy flames and glow from the hre
lit up the girls chestnut hair, fair complex
ion and bright, hazel eyes.
Aunt Belle looked lovingly down at the
piuuant little face held up to her, and said !:
7'Now and again we meet some of the right
kind; but would you like to hear the story
of that namesake of yours, Kitty"
''Very much"
"Well, fifty years ago as you can easily
reckon, was girl of16 and was invited to
spend the summer months with my aunt,
who then had one of the finest houses in
this county of Kildare.
sSeveral regiments were stationed at the
camp and at the neighboring village, so you
may imagine the girls of the party and
looked forward to having a gay time. on!
those few, short summer months, Kitty! l
grow young again when L think of them! !!
the rides across the Curraah in the fresh
morning air, when in parties OF ten or
twelve we would gallop for miles on those
breezy streches of Emerald turf; the hand,
seek in the dusky evening hours all over the
old fashioned house, starting out of the cor
ners and from behind the doors and chas-
ing US breathless down the slippery oaken
corridors. Then, tired out, we would stroll
into the gardens and under the trees there
would be songs, firtations and whispered
condolences and promises made by the score
and never fulfilled.
"What mad, merry time 1T was! And
the maddest, the merriest, the handsomest
of all was young Scotch Lleutenant, kln,
loch Kinloch. His mother was Irish, and
had beaueathed her good looks and propen-
sity for Joking. And now for Kitty, the he
roine. She was the daughter of an old
gardner who lived about a mile away from
nv aunt's house, and of all the distracting-
ly pretty women that have made men do
foolish things, lam sure Kitty was one of
the prettiest."
"What was she like?"
tNo description could come up to the
original; but can tell you that she had the
Irish blue eyes; a complexion like milk;
hair of the brightest and silkiest chestnut,
curling in little rings over her brow and
neck, and slender, upright figure, the en-
wy of half our girls. One day as large
party of US were standing, chatting under
the trees, Kitty passed US with basket OF
fruit"
"Kinloch for the first time noticed the
girl and seemed struck dumb with amaze
ment.
"He stood alta little distance and kept his
eyes fixed on her.
'"It was love from that very moment and
every one noticed it.
''All the other young fellows of course
Immediately swarmed round the girls bas-
ket and began helping themselves with not
so much as "By your leave"
"Kitty began eXpostulating, but trey put
her off.
ssSure, Kitty" said one, 'anu you would
like us to have the best, I'll Re bound.'
'And another, Malone, one kiss from
that cheek with the bloom of the peach
upon it will save you from these rascally
thieves, for will fight them all for such
favor
"But Kitty would. not be bribed, and
seemed about to resign herself to the loss of
her fruit when Kitlloch shouldered his way
into the group, end giving the last speaker
a friendly nash, cried, Leave the girl
alone, Gra1tn And then, turning to Kitty
took th5 basket out of her hands, saying,
1T :, 100 heavy for your little arms, and
there will no one come stealing your fruit
now, Pm thinking
"'Thank you,' said Kitty gratefully, and
walked along by his side.
"'That is the first time [ have seen my
lady" allow any one to fetch or carry for
her. said my brother.
"'There is no gainsaying Kinloch then,
as can tell you, Harry!' l cried for he
always gets his own way in what he
wants to-
Especially when it has to do with pretty
girlsn sneered Grant.
"sTreason' we all shouted in breath.
'Kinloch is the same to US all, and to every
body. .
"sOf course said Grant, recovering his
temper; but are you not all pretty g;rls!'
"We laughed, and did not deny the soft
impeachment !; so that the momentary
breach was healed.
''That was the last time we noticed Kitty
coming up to our house with her fruit.
1--WE knew nothing we could have said or
done would have prevented her, but we
were not quite so sure about Kinloch, who,
ever since that little episode, had wandered
about like distressed lover.
zone day we met Kitty in one of the
lanes, and said to her, How is it you never
come our way now"
The girl blushed.
"'Father prefers to take up the things
HIMSELF she murmured; for which pain
fully apparent fib we instantly forgave her.
"The days passed on, and kinloch, who
had before been the life of our expedition,
was now generally absent.
"Where he had been was evident, for
we often caught glimpse of chestnut hair
shining through the tree, or the old pictur-
esque shawl draped over kitty's head and
shoulders, with her round, dimpled arms
appearing just below.
6Kinloch's regiment had been ordered
away to another part of Ireland and one
morning, few days before he was to go,
we begged for his company to picnic we
had arranged to have with one or two other
fanilipc