The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-08-28

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been doing. Heis false! false! false!"
But, my dear child, what has he
beendoing?"
"He's done enough. | am not his
first love-not his trueloye. She-she
has followed him here-his sweet Kitty
Coryden, and he Rugged her-and-and
kissed heron the very sidewalk"
"His what?-his who?" asked the
judge, choking and gaspinga as Bespoke.
"His Kitty Coryden!" snapped the
maiden with terrible vindictiveness.
The effect upon her fatker was mar
velous. He sank down into a chair,
his face pulled and purple, and when
he could catch his breath he burst in
to an uproarious fit of laughter; and
he was laughing with the tears stream
ing down his cheeks, when the door
communicating with the front hall
was unceremoniously opened, and
Enter-Henry Gilman, Esq, leading
be the hand alady-for q lady she GER
tainly was-a mild-eyed, sweet-faced
woman, petite and plump, a wealth of
golden brown tresses escaping from be-
meath a jaunty little hat of lace and
ostrich feathers-in short, a woman
whom anybody might have loved at
sight, for she was not only very beau
tiful, but she looked good, and true,
and brave.
She was certainly older than was
Harry Gilman; but, then, many a
match had been made between parties
more wildly separated by age than were
those two.
However, Henry led the lady for
ward and presented her first to the
host and hostess.
"Judge Archer and Mrs. Archer, /
have the pleasure of introducing to
you my mother! And a mother good
and true she has been to me-"
The Judge had recovered himself inn
mediately upon the entrance of the
new corners, andhe was not at all sur
prised by the Introduction.
Henry had spoken with him on the
subject of finding a house such as his
mother would like to live in, for he
had persuaded her to come and make
her home near him, if not with him.
Mrs. Archer was surprised, for she
|. had not heard that Henry vas expect
ing his mothers arrival, and she was
furthermore surprised upon beholding
In that mother a woman so young and
so beautiful; but she manifested none
of surprise in her greeting, which was
warm and ardent.
1t remained for poor Josephineto be
dumbfounded. Henry had often spo-
ken of his mother; had told how good
she had always been to him; how she
had paid out of her own store, for his
comfort and convenience while in col
lege, far more than she was legally
bound to do.
She had, in fact, anticipated his
wants and supplied them cheerfully,
and even ioyously.
Josephine, " he said, as he turned
to where she stood, struggling with all
her might t recover her scattered SEN
ses, "this is my own dear mother; and
this, mamma, is my own dear Jose
phine; and / hope you will loveher for
my sake as we'll as your own"
While Josephine, with thoughts OF
her lovers perfidy driven from her
mind, held the mild-eyed oma by
the hand, thinking how easy it would
be tofoveh her, Henry proceeded, speak
ing to the family:
III think / have never told you my
mothers name. You will pardon me,
mamma. My father died, as you
know, when / was Is years of age.
Three years later my mother married
again-married with Judge Coryden
OF Swanport."
At this point Josephine started
with a quick gasp.
"At the end of a year, however, the
young man went on, athe judge died.
My mother, of course, retains his shame,
but she seldom speaks of him; and
when old friends, who know not ofthis
second marriage, call her by the old
name, she never corrects them. Intact,
most of her letters by post comedirec-
ted to Mrs. Kate Gilman
Then he turned once moreto Joseph
inc who stood like one struggling be-
meath the weight ola terrible incubus,
and said to her with a merry twinkle
in his keen gray eyes:
$50 now, my darling, you know my
sweet Kitty Coryden, and / think you
will not take it further amiss-"
Before he could speak further, her
little white hand was clasped yer his
mouth, and she found strength to
whisper in his ear:
"Oh, Harry. don't-don'tlifyou caii
love me still, say no more till we are
alone"
And when, later, they were alone,
Josephine humbled herself completely.
She saw her glaring fault. 1t was
not that she had been hurt at heart
by what she had heard of her lover,
but it was this: That she had not
confidence enough in him to ask for an
explanation.
In short she would have sacrificed
the happiness of q lifetime to a pas
sion and the nreiudica of q mnment.