The Mineral argus., 1884-05-29
KAMESAKES.

said a young girl, peering out into the
pitchy darkness.
A barrack ground (stiff and ugly I'M
der the most favorable circumstances,
looking like some desert waste in the
bowling wind and driving rain, was just
visible.
"Why, Aunt Bell" she continued,
pausing with one hand on the shutter,
"here is q name scratched on this pane
of glass. [ never noticed it till this
minute"
"What is the name?" asked the old
lady, indifferently, half asleep in her
COSY armchair by the ireside.
Observation-Disclosures Scots, Greys
1885," read the girl; "and then Kitty
written very badly just below"
"Kinlochl Kitty!" said Aunt Bell,
starting up with sudden interest. "Why,
that must be the same mani" Then
she sank back again, murmuring: "Ah,
Kitty! there was love in those days,
and romance, tool"
els there no love now?" asked her
niece, coming to her aunt's side and
kneeling down on the hearth rug.
The ruddy flames and glow from the
fire lit up the girls chestnut hair, fair
complexion and bright hazel eyes.
Aunt Bell looked lovingly down at
the piquant little face heldu up to her,
and said; "Now and again we meet some
of the right kind; but would you like to-
hearthe story of hNtnamesake of yours,
Kitty ?"
every much"
"WeIl, fifty years ago, as you can
easily reckon, / was a girl of Is and was
invited to spend the summer months
with my aunt, who then had one of the
finest houses in this county of Kildare.
Several regiments were stationed at
the camp and at a ncighboring village,
SO you may imagine the girls of the
party and I looked forward to having a
gay time. OH those few short summer
months, Kitty 1 grow young again
when think of them! The rides across
he Curragh in the fresh IN orning air,
when in parties of ten or twelve we
would gallop for miles on those breezy
stretches of emerald turf; the handsome
officers who enjoyed having hide ant
seek in the dusky evening hours al
over the old-fashioned house, starting
out of the corners and from behind door
and chasing us breathless down thu
.slipperv oaken corridors. Then, tlreC
ont. we would stroll into the garden
and under the trees there would b'
songs. firtations and whispered conf
dences and promises made by the scor'
and never fulfilled.
eWhat a mad, merry time it was
And the maddest, merriest, the hand
soonest of all, was ayoung Scoth lieuten.
ant. Kinloch. His mother was Irish
and had bequeathed her good looks AM
propensity for joking. And now TO
Kitty, the heroine. She was tn
daughter OF an old gardener who live
about mile away from my aunts house
and of all the distractingly pretty VIC
men that have made men do foollst
things, ] am sure Kitty was one of tn
prettiest."
"What was she hkeP"
mo DESCRIPTION could come up TO I'll
original; but I can tell you she ha
Irish blue eyes, a complexion like mill
hair of the brightest and silkiest chesi
nut, curling in rings all over her bro
and neck, and a slender, upright figure
the envy of half the girls. One day as
large party of us were standing chatte
ing under the trees, Kitty passed U
with a basket of fruit
"Kinloch for the first time notice
the girl and seemed struck dumb wit
amaZement.
"He stood at a little distance al
kept his eyes fixed on her. .
ut was love from that very nome
and everyone noticed it.
"All the other young fellows OF cour
Immediately swarmed round the gar
basket, and began helping then
selves with not so much as a by yol
leave
"Kitty began expostulating, but the
put her of.
"'Sure, Kitty said one, and y
would like us to have the best, III
bound
and another, Malone, one k
from that cheek with the bloom of t
peach upon it will save you from tho
rascally thieves, for L will fight the
all for such a favor.
'cBut Kitty would not be brlbed a