The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1884-06-25

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own lmaking at the neck and
sleeves.
at was a wild and stormy night
without, Just such d one as this,
but Il only served to enhance the
brightness and animation Of the
scene within.
Suddenly there was a lull; we
stopped in our dances;a chill blast
seemed to have entered the room;
we turned and saw a silent, dark
figure standing in the doorway.
aHe was tall and handsome, but
his large black cloak, carefully
slung ever his shoulder, was dip.
ping with rain and making large
pools on the tloor His legs, booted
and sputred, were mud up to the
hips,
.Just at that moment the clock
struck u, and the year 1916 had
broken. Some Of the more excita
ble girls screamed and ran behind
their partners.
"was it an apparitionH Was it
an i'll omen for tho coming year,
"I seem to frighten you, good
people. Does nobody know meT
kitty at that moment was
bringing in q jug Of iced claret at
another door.
"she hoardthe voice and turned
around, trembling, with a wild
cry; "Kinloch, Kinlock, l knew
you. would come backl And amid u
crash ofbreaking glass for she let
the vessel slip from her hands
she bounded to his side and then
disappeared in the folds Of the
great cloak"
SHOW splendid, Aunt Bolll" said
her niece, drawing adeep breath;
"but ifshe married him then, l do
not see why she should not have
done so before"
"Ah, out she was a wise girl,
little one; she knew it. would test
his constancy and prove if he real
ly loved her. A young mans love
at twenty.one (as she knew very
well) would not be his choice at
thirty one"
"What became of them, auntR'
"oh, they married and travelled
ABOUT o good deal, and finally both
died out in India within a few
months Of each other. There was
one son, and | believe he is in the
army also. Come, Kitty, / shall
go to bed, and not wait up any
longer for your father"
"There is a new lieutenant com.
ling in Nj. Perry's place." said her
niece, as she babe her good night.
"The young men are not what
they used to be-" sighed the old
lady. "some little whippersnap.
per, Ill be bound, with feet that
would go into your slippers. Good
night, child"
Kitty went slowly down stairs
and pondered. d.overin her mind the
story of the beautiful Kate DAILY
and the faithful Kinloch. She
went to the window and undid the
shutter. She pictured to herself
the young man coming to the win.
dow and scratching his name on
the glass, aud then taking the
girls hand in his own, slowly guild
ing it just below.
She leant in the deep shadow Of
the window.seat and strove to re
alize each scene in the little drama.
There, under the very door, stood
the black.robrd figure they had all
shrunk away from in the midst Of
their mirth. What Was she
dreaming2 What stood there at
that very momentP
A figure darker than the gloom
Of the room. The rain poured in
floods outside, and the wind whist.
led and moaned round the corners
Of the house.
The figure came a little further
into the room. She saw, by the
misty light, he was q tall man
with a dark cloak over his should
ers, booted and spurred, with mud
up to his hips.
She feltas If the whole scene was
to he played again before her very
eyes but she looked in vain for
the pretty girls and ladies in their
puffed sleeves and short waists,
their flowing curls and high.heel.
ed shoes. Kitsy-where was sheP
And here she blushed to herself
in the darkness.
There was Kitty; but not the
one.