The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1886-09-03
REPEATING ITSELF.
But Instead OF History It Was
Romance

.'Close the shutters. Kitty. What a
terrible night II i, to be sure. The rain
i coming down in floods
A barrack ground. stiff and ugly I'M
der the most favorable circumstances.
looking like desert in the wind and
rain. was just visible.
..Why. Aunt Bell said the girl,
pausing with one hand on the shutter.
there is name scratched on this pane
Of glass. never noticed it till this
minute"
'What Is the nance" asked the old
lady. half asleep BY the fire.
/" 'Kinloch. Scots Greys. 1916" read
the young girl. -.and then Kitty writ
ten very badly just below
'kiniock. Kitiyr' said Aunt Bell.
starting up with sudden interest
''Why. that must be the same man,
Then she sank back again. murmur-
ing: "Ah. Kitty, there was love in
those days. and romance. too"
..Is there no love now" said Kitty.
coming TO her aunt's side and knceling
down on the hearth rng.
The ruddy flames and glow from the
fire lii up the girls chestnut hair. fair
complexion. and bright hazel eyes.
Aunt Bell gnzed lovingly down at the
piquant little face and said:
Now and again we meet some Of
the right kind. but would you like 70
hear the story Of that namesake Of
yours, Kitty
Very much"
''well. fifty years ago. as you know.
was girl Of sixteen. and was invited
70 spend the summer months with my
aunt. who then had one 81 the finest
houses in this county Of Kildare
several regiments were stationed at
the camp and At a neighboring village.
50 you may imagine the girls Of the
party and anticipated gay time.
Oh. those summer months, | grow
young again a. think Of them, The
rides across the Curragh in the fresh
morning mir. when in parties Of ten or
fifteen we would gallop for miles on
the stretches Of breezy turf: the hand
some officers who played hide-and-seek
with US in the evening hours all over
the big house. starting out Of corners
and chasing US brcathlcssly down the
slippery oaken corridors Then. tired
out. we would stroll into the garden.
and under the trees there would be
songs. firtations and whispered conf
dcnces and promises made BY the score
and never fulfilled What mad. mer-
~ time il was! The merriest and hand
soonest Of all was young Scotch Lieu
tenant, kinloch kinloch- His mother
was Irish. and had bequeafhed him her
beauty and propensity for joking.
''And now for Kitty. the heroine.
She was the daughter Of gardener
who lived about mile from my aunt's
house, and OF all the distractingly
pretty girls that have made men do
silly things l am sure Kitty was one Of
the prettiest. I can't do her justice;
but can tell you she had the Irish blue
eye; complexion like milk. hair Of
The silkicst chestnut curling in rings
All over her brow. and slender. up
right figure. the envy Of all our girls.
One day. rs large party Of rs were
talking under the trees. Kitty passed
" with basket Of fruit kinloch for
the first time noticed the girl. and
seemed struck dumb with amazement.
he stood NJ little distance. and kept
ms eyes fixed on her. IL was love from
that very moment. and every one
noticed IL All the young men swarmed
about the girls basket and began help
lng themselves She expostulated. but
they put her of. Said one:
Sure. Kitty, and you wyuld like US
70 have the best. LII b. bound.
~Anothcr said: Malone. one kiss
from that check with the flush Of the
peach upon II will save YOU from these
rascally thieves. for viii tight them
all for sues favor.
But kitty would not be bribed. and
seemed about TO resign herself to the
loss Of her fruit when Kinloch shout
dcred bis way into the group. and Civ
ing the last speaker friendly push.
cried: Leave the girl alone. Grant.
please Then he turned ID Kitty. say
ing; IL y very heavy for your little
arms and there will come 10 one
stealing the fruit now. I'm thinking.
Thank you. said Kitty, gratefully.
and walked along BY his side.
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