The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1885-12-24

his with speech deeper than words
ooh, Jack, you have stabbed me to
the heart! Let me 60 away, now.
and hide my wound. Let me go!
She breaks into a sudden passion
of tears. "What does it matter now,
whether cared for you? You'll
you had ever loved me you could
never speak such wordsr'
81 do love you" he cries, almost
wildly. You are not going from
me in this way. Kitty, before God,
love you! ask you now to be
my wife. Let us be married this
very night--before we part. Come
with me now if you love me''-his
voice breaks in hurried pleading
''if you love me enough to take me
for your husband"
But her impassioned sobblng
does not check itself. In answer To
his continued urging, she says, at
last, brokenly:
ooh, don't! What is the use? l
know what you feel for me. Only
pity, Jack Only sorrow because
you have hurt me! You are kind
but 1 can't marry you on that
feeling. Oh, how little you have
known me, Jack! How little we
have known each other! Will you
do something for me, dear-the on
~ thing in Gods world you can do
now?'
"Oh, Kitty"
"Well, go!' she says, vehemently'
go! Give me few minutes here
by myself. ] have to face the pub
lic"-drying her eyes quickly-"I
have to face the public and 1 must
have time to get quiet. Jack, alls
over between US. All, as much as
if we had never met. And-if you
will only leave mel"
Dear, 1 will. l am going. To-
morrow shall come to your house.
All, Kitty, if you think we two can
part and be strangers"
81 won't see you, jack" she an
swers quickly; you may as well
know that. will never see you
again if l can help it,
''But you can't help it, he re-
torts, laughing almost joyously; and
then he takes her in his arms and
kisses her but his kiss falls only on
her braided hair. Her face is avert
ed and she struggles away from his
clasp.
And Jack Tremaine? HIS Jour
ney down town, when he parts from
Kitty, is more like a wild flight
than the usual progress of a gen
tleman of leisure He is going to
his home full of an impending
change in his ife-exclted, elated,
now that his mind is at the utmost
altitude of a generous lover. How
ever, at the doorstep, almost, Fate
meets him with a sudden check, as
he divests himself of his overcoat,
in the lower hall, his sister Lydia,
always his favOrite, descended to
meet him, pale and fearful, and lays
her pretty head against his shout
der.
Dear Jack, such sad, sad news"
she whispers. Poor grandfather
is dying and we have all been sent
for. We must start at 8 o'clock to-
night"
''For Cleveland?' asks Jack, in a
tone that plainly adds, ''impossi-
BILE" But there is no help for it.
He takes time, however, TO write
long, impassioned letter to Kitty.
1t will reach her in the morning, he
thinks, tenderly, as he deposits it
in the nearest pillow box. "In any
case, l shall only stay fey days in
Cleveland"
But the few days lengthen into
few weeks and more than a month
has passed before Jackreturns from
the sad duty to which he had been
summoned. The death of his
grandfather has left him a large es-
tate in Cleveland, and with it a
hundred new cares and response
bilities; but he has come back to
New York full of one care, of one
responsibility, that has grown to be
a sacred trust. He has heard no
word from Kitty in all this time, DO
news except that the company she
sang in had gone upon the road"
At the house, in Ninth avenue, the
poor, shabby rooms, where the care
worn mother greeted him kindly
and the children welcomed him with
shouts of joy, he learned that they
had heard from Kitty as far as
Rochester; she had written and
sent money but it was about ten
days ago.
'And I'm beginning to be unea-
sy." the mother said. "She mostly
ser DIS us two or three letters a
week; and it is not like Kitty to be
neglectful. I'm hoping there'll be
word tomorrow"
Mr.. Tremaine replied with hope
full words of encouragement, and,
distributing a little shower of silver
among the boys, he was off to look
for Kitty.
At Rochester he learned that the
troupe had gone to Montreal, and
at Montreal that he would probably
find them at Ontario. He finally
caught up with them at St. Law
renee, and read, with delighted
eyes, the posters at the depot. an
nouncing that - Opera Troupe
would sing Patience" at the Grant
Opera House that night. The per-
Torrance, he knew, must be nearly
over; it was 10 o'clock as he step
ped from the train; but he hurried
at once to the theatre and made his
way to the back door. How natur-
Bal it seemed, going round to wait
for Kitty, and wondering how long
it would be until she would step
out, shawled and yelled, and see
him standing there! But he could
not wait. After a moments delib
Grafton he entered the pass age way,
and was met, at once, by The usual
impeachment in the form of door
keeper.
"Will you be good enough to tell
me if Miss Kitty Logan is singing