Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1886-09-02

some of the men had a pcrceptiblc
snecr on their faces
"'1Ic has got to say farewell to his
lady-lovc,' suggested Philip Grant.
"Kinloch turned on him with blaz-
ing eyes. We all kept back. They
were like globes of fire.
'Contonnd it, sir, and suppose l
have! What Is that to you?' he cried.
1--WE all stared at Philip; he was very
white, but he shrugged his shoulders
and wisely foreborc to answer. Kin
lOch's temper Gained down as rapidly
as it had risen.
81 am sorry to disappoint you, girls,
but must beg to he excused he said
gently; and bowling, he walked off.
1--WE watched his upright, manly
figure striding along till he disappeared,
and then we all locked at each other
and sighed.
"A clear case said one girl
"'Hcad over heels.
"'What will he do?'
elbow can he marry her?'
"'Kitty can take care of herself
But I'm sure she is in love; she
never has been before
"'He Will 60 away and forget her.
".iIe gave his bride rein shake.
SAID, Adicu for evermore, my love,
Adieu foreyerm0rc.'
"'Never! Nothing of the kind will
happen. I'm sure ho will marry her.
| said
THAT night Kinloch made III, way
TO the gardeners cottage. His face
was pale, but he lal a determined
look at the corners OF his mouth, he
carried his head well thrown back, and
stepped lightly along. The girl had
just set her fathers supper before him.
and had gone out to rest in the garden
and enjoy the still beauties of the
night. The air was fresh and the full
moon was hurrying through the star
spangled course. The reeds in the
neighboring streams rustlcd and s!iv-
crel in the breeze. and the night moths
bumped against Kitty's white kerchief
on their way to the fatal candle in the
window. The girls eyes filled with
tears.
why do You weep, Kitty?' said a
voice at her side.
THE girl buried her face in her
hands and sobbcd afres.l.
You are going away she said.
Yes, l an going away. hut yon
will come with me, Kitty, for you love
me- said kin!och.
/" Come back in ten year, kinloch.
| viii be true to you and wait till then.
will Try and improve .nyself-make
myself mere worthy of your love-
Keep as you are, Kitty; remain
unchanged, said the young man, ieai-
ously, lest when l come back again /
shall not see in you the last look that l
took away with ne, my life, mylovc! he
murmurcd, passionately, and then
folding her in one last embrace he left
her.
"As she went into the cottage
large moth sailed in before her. flew
up into the alluring brightness of the
candle and dropped dead on the table.
kitty, my girl sail the old man,
pointing significantly to the insect,
don't be as silly rs that thing. Its
eyes were dazzlcd, and it had no
strength to resist the fatal fascination.
Feather, you may trust me-, said
the girl, bending down and kissing the
gray hair.
Here Aunt Bell stopped.
els it intercstjngo Shall I 60 on?"
"Oh, do! DID he come back?' said
her niece.
"Well, the years passed on, and the
girl was joked and teased and had
many offers of marriage, but she was
firm and would listen to none. At last
the young fellows grew weary of their
fru;tlcss attempts at lovc-making, and
the S-cster part left her alone. A few,
more unkind, would ask when she eX-
pected her young gentleman home,
and tainted her in cutting speeches
and insinuations Nine years went by,
and there came the battle of Waterloo,
when officers and men went down to-
gcthcr in hundreds. Still no word
from Kinloch. and Kitty's heart, which
had never failed in its lightness nor her
step in its speed, now sank and faltered
for the first time.
50 Early in the next year-in fact, on
New Years night-the officers gave Il
ball, and every girl and young man for
miles around was invited. Girls were
in great demand then, and went down
to my aunt's house especially for that
night. was anxious to see Kitty my
self and to find out how the years had
passed over her head. You think,
perhaps, twenty-siX was rather old to
be called a giri-do you, Kitty. Well,
l felt almost is young as when was
sixteen"
kate Daly-that was her name
went to help the ladies unshawl them
selves, and to be ready with needle
and thread when the unhappy damsel
with torn skirt or flounce should re-
Quire her assistance. She was then
twenty-eight. and the young, girlish
beauty had developed into the most
lovely of women. Only when her face
was at rest, and you saw the suspicion
of an anxious heart upon it, would you
have guessed her age. She wore a
pale, tea-rose-tinted gown. with ruffles
of lace of her own making at the neck
and sleeves.
at was wild and stormy night
without, just such one as this, but it
only served to enhance the brightness
and animation Of The scene within. The
dancing of the high-heeled shoes and
the silvery laughter rose higher than
the roar Of the wind. aud the tinkling
wine-cups drowned all sound of rain.
Suddenly there was lull; we stopped
dancing; chill blast swept round us;
we turned and saw a silent figure stand
ing in the doorway.
''He was tall and handsome. but his
large, black cloak, carelessly thrown