The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1885-09-24
HOW KATE WON A MATE.

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mountain-hanked village in early sum-
mer, and, stopping first at the hotel,
she registered her name as Kate Bur-
bank, OF New York. She might have
been 22-not more than that-and was
very pretty.
But she did not remain long at the
hotel. She brought letters of recon-
mendatlon to the rector of our parish,
and was soon admitted as a member
OF his family. She was an orphan with
out brother or sister. She pos
sessed property enough to sup
port her in an humble way, until
she could turn her hand to some
profitable and pleasant employment.
Toward the end of July the rector's
nephew, Arthur Grafton, came on q
visit. He had graduated at college,
studied law and had been admitted to
the bar, and now, before commencing
practice, he had come to the mount ain
village for recreation. He was "a
years OF age, tall, strong, and robust,
the very picture OF manly health.
Certainly Arthur Grafton had never
before met Il woman to him like this
woman. How bright and Joyous were
the days, how sweet and ENJOYABLE
were the evenings! Arthur resolved that
he would know his fate. He looked
the matter squarely in the face, and
made his calculations. In September
he was to enter his Office in New York
and influential friends had promised
to assist him in business. He knew
he should succeed. Within year he
would be able to support a wife. If
Kate would have him and wait q year
he would work with a will. He would
speak before another night shut in
upon him.
Before that night came Arthur and
Kate i'll their rambling met Charles
Dabney, OF New York. Dabney had
been Arthur'S claSsmate in college.
Hates hand trembled Oh her compan-
ions arm, and as he advanced to
speak with his friend she turned away
and waited for him until he came back.
"Dear old Charlie'' he said. 1--WE
were chums in college. Unjust run over
to the hotel and see him after tea"
After tea Arthur went over to the
hotel as he had promised. A brief in
terchange OF fraternal greetings, and
then Dabney burst forth:
Look here, old fellow, how in the
name OF wonder did you manage to
get the heiress under wing?"
''The heiress?' repeated Arthur Won
deringly.
"Aye-Aliss Cornelissen-the lady
you were with this afternoon. She
didn't recognize me, though l am sure
she knew me-
'Miss Cornelissen" echoed our hero.
"What do you mean, Charlie? You
have mistaken the person. The lady
you saw i'll my company this after
noon was Miss Kate Burbank, of New
York, an orphan whom friends COM
mended to my uncle, the rector"
Charles Dabney drew long breath,
and then whistled.
'Forgive me, Arty. Perhaps I've
put my foot in it; but it can't be help
ed now. l will tell you the truth and
you may govern yourself accordingly.
1t may be well that you should be
on your guard. Her mothers maiden
name was Burbank. Miss Kate
Burbank Cornelissen was the lady I
saw upon your arm. Her father was
llendrick Cornelisscn, the old East
India trader and ship-owner, who died
four years ago; leaving his only child
heiress to three millions. A year ago
she came into full possession, and she
has tied to this secluded nook to es-
cape the sycophants and noodles that
beSet her on every hand. l under
stand now"
Arthur Grafton returned to the rec
tory III Il d;aze He knew that Dabney
had told him the truth On the fol-
lowing morning, as Katie looked out
from her chamber window, she saw
Arthur walking in the garden. His
step was slow and dragging, his head
was bent, and his hands were folded
behind him. Certainly he looked far
from happy. When she came down
into the little sitting-room where the
piano was she found the rector and his
wife there, looking strangely uncom-
Portable and perplexed.
Something has happened-we don't
know what,' said Mr.. Edgarton, in
answer to her earnest questioning.
"Arthur is going back to New York at
Once-he says to-day"
But thought he was to stay until
Septenber.'
$50 he had planned, but something
has changed him."
A great weight sank upon Rates
heart, and a choking was in her throat.
She turned away and thought. Ar
thur had discovered her secret and was
afraid of her. But, had she gained his
heart? And, if so, should she lose him?
Should she, without one struggle, sur
render the only promise OF Joy, true
and pure, that had entered her life
since her father died?
Arthur Grafton, standing beneath a
dropping elm, himself also droop-
ing, felt a light touch upon his
arm. He turned and looked into the
sweet, earnest face of the beautiful be-