The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-10-24
HER HERO.

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lovely apparition in the doorway.
Eyes, Kitty has come" said Kitty's
W clear sweet voice.
And Harry, the elegant young law
yer, sprang up from the table, all life
and animation to greet her; but Farmer
John rose more deliberately, though his
bronzed cheek flushed slightly, and an
~unwontedly bright glow filled his eyes.
when Kitty comes home!" had been
O household refrain for two weeks or
more, and lol here she stood among
them--sweet- voiced, bright-eyed Kitty,
with her white brow, and the indescrib-
able air of fashion about her.
They we're all glad to see her. Miss
Cornelia, the old maid, who kept house,
and raised such fine poultry; Harry,
who had come out from town to spend
afew weeks, and who found the country
so dull; and Farmer John-grave,
handsome Farmer John-who had been
Kitty's guardian and friend ever since
that sad day her father died and left her
alone and unprovided for.
She was but a wee girl then, and John
Dangerfeld a young man of five and
twenty; but he took her upin his strong
arms, stroked her tangled curls gently,
and poor, forlorn little Kitty ceased to
tremble and be afraid.
He was now five and thirty, and she
was a blooming girl just home from
boarding-school.
John Dangerfield was O hero; though
unknown to the world and unhonored
of men.
He had once cherished ambitious
dreams; but just as the future seemed
opening up before him, his father died,
leaving him to take care of his mother,
sister, and little brother.
There was but one way to do ito
remain quietly on the farm, and work
as he had always worked, sowing and
reaping, with only a day now and then
for self culture.
he accepted his lot unmurmuringly,
putting his dreams of q different Life
forever from him. His mother died,
his sister grew to old maidism, and
Harry received the education he had
once intended for himself
Harry could not endure the farm, and
the rough wsrk of a farmers life and
SO had to be sent to a lawyers Office to
read a little law and a great deal Of
trash.
John remained at home, added to the
farm as the years rolled by, studied
books as we'll as farming, and watched
over Kitty with untiring devotion
until the time for her to be sent away
to boarding school to finish her edu-
cation.
His watchful care did not cease then,
and if ever a girl had causs TO feel CRATE
fuf, it was Kitty Mclean.
Kitty had come now, and in less than
an hour the whole house felt her iniu-
ence. All bowed before her as the
household queen-even Harry, who fol-
lowed her around, was her most devoted
slave.
Kitty certainly made a great change
In the quiet Oil house. She filed it
With music and gay laughter, and even
created . futter throughout the neigh
borhood.
That was when she first came home,
and her freedom seemed so new and de-
hghtful. After awhile o change came
over her.
Aunt Cornelia, what is the matter
with John ?"
She always called the plain elderly
spinster aunt.
Miss Cornelia shook her head.
Il do not know, child. Why?"
He is so grave and quiet, and-and
ne will never 90 with us, or take any
part In u pleasures
"You must remember, dear, he is not
young like You and Harry"
Il am sure he is not odd" said Kitty
Indignantly.
mo, not old, but approaching middle
age with calm cruelty.
Kitty, Kitty where are your"
II was Harry calling her, and she
frowned impatiently; and, instead OF
answering him she rall away to her own
room.
But John seemed to grow quieter and
grayer. to devote himself more steadily
than ever to his work and his books.
John, come and play croquet with
ms this evening" said Kitty coaxingly,
meeting him in the hall.
She had on a fresh white dress, with
roses On her breast and in her hair, and
looked q very picture of fresh youthful
beauty, while he stood there in rough
working garb, brown and stained with
the soil of wood and field.
lie smiled half-sadly. and just touched
her soft hair with one broad toil-hard-
ened hand.
NAY, dear; I would only spoil the
game with my stupid laundering
No you would not. Please comeI"