The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-08-27
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believe he il in the army, also. Come,
Kitty, | shall go to bed, and not wait
any longer for your father
There is a new Lieutenant coming in
Mr.. Perry's place. said her niece, as
she babe her goodnight.
'sThe young men are not what they
used to be. > sighed the old lady.
.'Some little whipper-snapper, I'll be
bound, with feet that would fit in your
slippers. Goodnight, childier'
Kitty went downstairs and pom
dered over the story Of the beautiful
Kate DAILY and faithful Kinloch. She
went to the window and undid the
shutter. She pictured to herself the
young man as he came to the window
and scratched his name on the glass,
and then, taking the girls hand in his,
slowly guiding it just below. She
leaned in the shadow of the window
seat and tried to realize each scene in
the little drama. There, under that
very door, stood the tall, black-robed
figure they had all shrunk away from
in the midst of their mil Oh.
What! was she dreaming? What
stood there at that moment? A figure
darker than the gloom of the room.
The rain poured in rivers outside, the
wind Whistled round the house. The
figure came farther into the room. She
saw by the misty light that he was
tall man with dark cloak over his
shoulders, booted and spurred, with
mud up to his hips. She felt as if the
whole scene was to be played over
again, but she looked in vain for the
pretty girls with their pulled sleeves
and short waists, their flowing curls
and high-heeled shoes. Kitty, where
was she? And here she blushed to her.
self in the darkness. There was a Kit.
ty, but not that one.
evidently thinking no one was in the
room; the girl shrank back as the wet
cloak brushed against her cheek.
''Kinlochn' she said, half doubling
whether the figure would answer, for
she could hardly tell yet whether she
was dreaming or no.
.'Who spoke my name?" he called
out, glancing round.
Il did," said Kitty, feeling very
abashed, almost at his elbow.
He glanced down. drawing away his
wet cloak.
81 am sure I beg your pardon; I
thought the room was empty. I must
have come into the wrong quarters.
Arriving so late I must have mistaken
'the block. | hope you will forgive
such an intrusion.''
Kitty's castles in the air all fell to
the ground with crash. How COM
monplace. He was only the new Lieu
tenant after all; but he did not appear
the whipper-snapper her aunt had
prophesied.
Then you are not Kinloch?" she
said, in a disappointed tone.
'.My name is Kinlock," he answered,
with q pleasant smile.
"My aunt was telling me about this
Kinloch," and Kitty tapped the frame
with her finger. Il will tell you the
story some day if you like; but you
came into the room just as she said
your namesake did, dressed in the
same way and every thing. But
there! | suppose you are not even
relation?''
''He was my father" said the young
man, quietly; $50 no wonder we are
something alike 1t was now his
turn to say, in a disappointed tone:
"But your name is not Kitty, I'm sure. y
Eyes. it is" she said, eagerly, then
paused; sudden rosy fiushrushed over
her face. Eat least, not ISL
But she could not deny it for it was
Kitty,
'.These are our namesakes; shall we
write ours below them, Kitty?n
"Some day, perhaps. Detroit Irtb.
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