Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1885-10-10
How Kate Won a Mate.


tsin-fanked village in early summer,
and, stopping first at the hotel, she regis.
tered her name as Kate Burbank, of
New York. She might have been TWEEN
ty-two-not more than that-and was
very pretty.
But she did not remain long at the
hotel. She brought letters of recommen-
dation to the rector of our parish, and
was soon admitted as member of his
family. She was an orphan without
brother or sister. She possessed proper
ty enough to support her in a humble
way, until she could turn her hand to
some profitable and pleasant employ
ment.
Toward the end of July the rector's
nephew, Arthur Grafton, came on 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 mountain village for recrea-
ton. He was twenty-four years of age,
tai, strong, and robust, the very picture
of manly health.
Certainly Arthur Grafton had never
before met a woman to him like this wo-
man. 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 cal
culations. 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 sup
port wife. If Kate would have him
and wait year he would work with a
will. He would speak before another
night shut in upon him.
Before that night came, Arthur and
Kate in their rambling met Charles
Dabney, Of New York. Dabney had been
Arthur's classmate in college. Hates
hand trembled on her companions 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. ave
were chums in college. must run over
to the hotel and see him after tea"
After tea Arthur went over to the hotel
as he had promised. A brief interchange
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-Miss Cornelissen-the lady you
were with this afternoon. She did'n
recognize me, though am sure she knew
me-"
"Miss Cornelisseu!" echoed our hero.
What do you mean, Charlie? You have
mistaken the person. The lady you saw
in my company this afternoon, was Miss
Kate Burbank, of New York, an orphan
whom friends commended to my uncle.
the rector"
Charley Dabney drew long breath,
and then whistled.
Forgive me Arty. Perhaps I've put
my foot in it; but it can't be helped now.
will tell you the truth, and you NAV
govern yourself accordingly. It may be
well that you should be on your guard.
Her mothers maiden name was Burbank.
Miss Kate Burbank Cornelissen was the
Lady 1 saw upon your arm. Her father
was Hendrick Cornelissen, the old East
India trader and ship-owner, who died
four years ago; leaving his only child
heiress to three millions. A year aqo
she came into full possession, and she
has fed to this secluded nook to escape
the sycophants and noodles that beset
her en- every hand. understand now"
Arthur Grafton returned to the rectory
in daze. He knew that Dabney had
told him the truth. On the following
morning. as Katie looked cut from her
chsmber window, she saw Arthur walk
ing in the garden. His step was slow
sad dragging, his head was bent, and his
hands were folded behind him. Ger
tainly he looked far from happy. When
she came down into the little-sittinp
room where the piano was, she found
the rector and his wife there, looking
strangely uncomfortable and perplexed.
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