Thomas County cat. [volume] (Colby, Kan.) 1885-1891, 1886-09-16
REPEATING ITSELF.
But Instead of History It Was
49,. Romance.

: ''Close the shutters, Kitty. What a
terrible night it is, to be sure. The rain
is coming down in floods
A barrack ground, stiff and ugly un-
der the most favorable circumstances,
looking like a desert in the wind and
rain. was just visible.
''Why, Aunt Bell" said the girl,
pausing with one hand on the shutter,
''here is a name scratched on this pane
ofglasss. l never noticed it till this
minute, /, o..s.....,,... 81: TX
= ''What is the namee'' asked the old
lady. half asleep by the fire.
'Kinloch, Scots Greys, 1916" read
the young girl, land then Kitty writ
ten very badly just below
'.kinlock! Kittyr' 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 kneeling
down on the hearth rug.
The ruddy flames and glow from the
fire lit up the girls chestnut hair, fair
complexion, and bright hazel eyes.
Punt Bell gazed lovingly down at the
piquantlittle face and said:
'.Now and again we meet some of
the right kind, but would you like to
hear the story of that namesake of
yours, Kitty?' -.
VERY much
''Well, fifty years ago, as YOU know,
l was a girl of sixteen, and was invited
to spend the summer months with my
aunt, who then had one of the finest
houses in this county of Kildare. 20.
Several regiments were stationed at
the camp and at a neighboring village,
SO you may imagine the girls of the
party and l anticipated gsy time
Oh, those summer months! l grow
young again as think of them! The
rides across the Curragh in the fresh
morning air. 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 breathlessly down the
slippery oaken corridors. Then, tired
out, we would stroll into the garden,
and under the trees there would be
songs, fiirtations and whispered conf
dences and promises made by the score
and never fulfilled. What mad, mer-
~ time it was! The merriest and hand
soonest of all was young Scotch Lieu
tenant, Kinloch kinloch. His mother
was Irish, and had be9ueathed 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. l can't do her justice;
but l can fell you She had the Irish blue
eye; complexion like milk, hair of
the silkiest chestnut, curling in rings
all over her brow, and y slender, up
right figure, the envy of all our girls.
One day. as large party of us were
talking under the trees, Kitty passed
us with a basket of fruit. Kinloch for
the first time noticed the girl, and
seemed struck dumb with amazement
He stood at little distance, and kept
his eyes fixed on her. 1t was love from
that very moment and every one
noticed it. All the young men swarmed
about the girls basket and began help
ing themselves. She expostulated, but
they put her of. Said one:
!" Sure, Kitty, and you would like us
to have the best, I'll be bound
Another said: Malone, one kiss
from that cheek with the flush of the
peach upon it will save you from these
rascally thieves, for will fight them
all for such favor
'.But Kitty would not be bribed, and
seemed about to resign herself to the
loss of her fruit, when Kinloch shout
dered his way into the group. and Civ
ing. the last speaker q friendly push,
cried: Leave the girl alone, Grant.
please Then he turned to Kitty, saw
ing: 1t is very heavy for your little
arms. and there will come no one
stealing the fruit now, Tn thinking
Thank you, said Kitty, gratefully,
and walked along by his side.
That Is the first time have seen