Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1885-07-12
HER MATCHMAKING.
"Well, do YOU like him. Ki,,y2"

his IONtlS HllISlbcUc anu MS Dlg,
blue eyes! Did you notice, kittyp"
"Bluel Why, they're u sort Of green
ish-grey; and his mustache is decided
ly siubbly"
"Stubblyr
Miss Sally Wilson dropped the paper
in which she was twisting her hair for
| the night, and turned upon her friend
with gasp
'Stubbly! For mcrcy's sake of whom
are you talkingp"
"Why, of Mr. Bcadlc, to be sure
Mr. Alfred Bcadlc, the great bondhold-
or, the hero OF the evening; Of whom
elscp"
Kitty pulled off one small white slip
per, and stood twirling around upon
the other and laughing gleefully.
Sally watched her in dismayed sill
ence
"Mr Bcadle!' she said, reproach-
fully. you knoW mean Howard Ben
nett"
Kitty paused in her giddy revolutions
and sat down, with hcrroundcd elbows
on the bureau, and her lovely, flushed
| face in her hands.
''Dear mc!-no | didn't she said,
fixing her soft eyes woudcringly on
| Safly's troubled face. "But, come to
think of it, he waS rather nice look
ing
| Sally groaned. Was his the reward
of all her love schemesP Was This the
way in which her dreams were to be
realized-her hopes to be fulfilled.
Miss Wilson was very romantic
| young lady. She had always been,
and rejoiced in being.
| AS regarded herself, she had long
| since come to the conclusion that any
romantic ending was, if not quite i'm
possible, at least most unlikely.
She was not, in the first place, of the
| proper appearance.
She was not imposing enough for
the qucenly sort of heroine set forth in
her favorite novels, and she had not the
necessary raven locks and naughty
manner; and the petite and babyish
style was equally out Of the question.
She had not n retrOuSSC nose, nor
| pleading, blue eyes, and her stock of
dimplcs was extremely limited and
only made visible by painful contor-
| tons.
Then her circumstances were very
much against her.
Sally was an hcircss, and her par
ents being dead. she was living with
an aunt whom she had raiscn from the
obscurity of dressmaking to preside
| over the beautiful home to which she
had recently returned from boarding
| school.
Nobody could ever love her madly
for herself alonc-rcach across bar
ricr OF poverty, and marry her in the
| face of disappearing world.
Sally sometimes regretted that her
father had been the highly successful
railway contractor that he had been.
Her very name was discouruging
Sally Wilson Who could conceive
of anything interesting happening to a
| person with SO horribly prosaic name?
7 But Kitty! 1t was all very different
with Kitty. Sally's romantic soul had
thrilled with prophetic delight the mo-
ment she had seen her-sitting on one
foot in one of Madame Lavine's school
| room windows.
| Kitty had been educated by a bache-
lor uncle. She was beautiful and pen
| niless-thc very qualifications for a
| heroine, Sally had reflected.
She had taken her under her wing,
as it were; aud now that school was
over, size had brought her home with
her for a long viSit-thc chief object of
which was that Kitty and Howard
Bennett might be brought together.
Sally had met him while at home on
her last vacation, and had Immediately
consigned him in her heart to Kitty.
| What could be more fitting, more
delightful? Howard was fair, Kitty
brunette-whch was Just as it should
be. Howard was calm, languid. and
slightly pcnsivc; Kitty was gay and
vivacious. Opposite qualities were al
ways necessary for perfect happiness.
The time had arrived for the fulfill
ment OF her hopes and schemes.
Sally had given her first reception,
and from her position as hostess had
noted the progress of affairs breathlesS-
ly.
She had wat he'd their meeting and
their subsequent intercourse anXiously;
she had contrived that they should go
in to supper together, though that had
been no easy matter. Mr.. Alfred
Bcadle-the reputcd millionaire, con-
corning whom everybody was SO ridicu-
lously stirred up-having shown dan
gerous intentions of taking her him
self, and Howard having been so OBJ
tuse as to offer his arm to his hostess.
But these difficulties, aud f,w sim
liar ones, she had braycly surmounted,
and had waited eagerly till the last
guest had gone, to hear Kitty's verdict.
Rather good-lookng!' she repeat
ed, desparngly. "Why, he's q per-
feet Adonis, Kitty!'
"Oh, well. don't know!n said Kit
ty, composedly. Howard" she went
on, dreamily, she looks as though his
name was Howard; all the Howards |
ever knew were big and fair, and
rather soft, and
She stopped suddenly; she had
caught glimpse of Sally's face in the
glass.
Pm so sorry, dear! | suppose he's
great friend OF yours?" she said
apologetically. But really | didn't
think him so entertaining as Mr..
Beadle, and he hasn't half the money,
you know and Kitty laughed wick
edIy.
Mr.. BcadIe again! Sally's heart
sank She might have expected some
thing of the sort. Kitty was so totally
different from herself She could never
be made to see things AS Sally saw
them; she was distrcssingly matter-of-
fact.
Sally sat pondering seriously, with
the lights turned low, after Kitty,
flushed and tired, and happy, had fall
en- asleep,
Surely things must come out right.
Howard must be backed and encour-
AGED and Mr. Rpndlp muSt he snuh.