Nevada County picayune., 1886-12-22

was Takeu inlO TuuultI DidEt. anu the candles were lighted. Mrs. Bolton was busy at her household labors, and her hus- band, absorbed in tue columns of the city paper that some kindly neighbor had brought in, was too busy to heed the shouts of the children at their play in the big unfurnished shed parlor beyond. Suddenly the farmer laid down ais paper, and pushed the steel spectacles up on his forehead.
 "Ursula," said he, "how would you like to lose Kitteni"
 "Lose Kitten,"
 The good woman dropped into the dish pan the blue plate she was washing,
 "Ips ton years since we found her on our doorstep on March mornin',' resumed the farmer, "and she's growed up ss straight and as beautiful as one of your white lilies. I've always W onder ed none of her folks didn't come for'ard to claim her, but they never did. It would be very hard to part with her now.'
 "fd e'en almost as soon part with tour Robin," said the wife. But what put that in your head just now, Asaph!'
 MT. Bolton readjusted his spec tacles, sought out the corner Of the paper he had last been reading, and slowly spelled out the follow tug paragraph:
 IMPORTATION WANTED of d child named Kitty Byington. blue eyeh, with brown hair and a fair complexion. Supposed to have been stolen or kidnapped in the month of March. 1S-. The above may be identified by mole on the left elbow, and a crescent shaped scar on the left hand. When ab- ducted she wore white dress, trimmed with embroidery, and d coral neclace and armlets. Any information on the subject, ad. dressed to B. B., No. -,
 - street. will be thankfully re- ceived by her uncle.
 That's Kitten, sure enoughw calculated Mrs. Bolton. "But she had no corals on, and the embr0id- cry had all been tore of her dress"
 Likely the rascals did that that stole her away. Anyway, it must be our Kitten. But why didn't they advertise for her before?'
 Mrs. Bolton shook her head.
 Pm sure l don't know. What do you s'pose we ought to do. hus bandf"
 Father Bolton rose and opened the door, calling:
 "Kitten-Robin you've played long enough; come in, now"
 Robert Bolton, handsome bright-eyed boy of thirteen, bound ed in, followed by pretty child of eleven.
 "Come here, Kitten,' said the farmer, and she came to his side to hear for the first time the whole story of her life.
 And now, Kitten,' said the old farmer when he had finished the tale, "brng me the ink bottle and fresh quill, and sheet of blue lined paper"
 "Father, what are you going to do!r
 "i'm going to write to your folks, child. 1 ain't no right to keep their treasure back from lem, though it should break my old heart to part with the little one l have learned to love so dearly"
 ''I won't go to them ! l won't! l won't! won't!
 "Kitten!' remonstrated the good farmers wife.
 "I love your exclaimed the child. "l will stay withy you. I'm going to be Robins wife, and l won't leave him"
 But if it is right that you should go, Kitten7"
 II don't care-I don't care. will stay with you alln'
 When Kitten was fast asleep i bed, with the tears yet glistening on her eye-lashes, and one hand the crescent-shaped scar outlined upon it--lying on the coverlet Farmer Bolton got out the ink-bot' tie, and the fresh quill. and a sheet of blue paper, and wrote the letter to R. H---. No. -, - street