The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-08-27
REPEATING ITSELF.
But Instead Of History It Was
Romance.

Romance.
"Close the shutters, Kitty. What
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 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
of glass. l never noticed it till this
minute"
"What is the name?" 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"
'Kinlock! Kitty" 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 nowP" 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.
Aunt Bell gazed lovingly down at the
piquant little 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, KittyP"
Every much"
"Well, fifty years ago, as you know,
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.
Several regiments were stationed at
the camp and at a neighboring VILLAGE.
so you may imagine the girls of the
party and anticipated gay time.
Oh, those summer months | 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, tlirtations and whispered conf
dences and promises made by the score
and never fulfilled. What mad, mer-
ny time it was The merriest and hand
soonest of all was young Scotch Lieu
tenant, Kinloch Kinloch His mother
was Irish, and had bequeathed 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 distractinolv
pretty girls that have made men do
silly things am sure Kitty was one of
the prettiest. can't do her Justice;
but can tell you she had the Irish blue
eye; a complexion like milk, hair of
the silkiest chestnut, curling in rings
NIL over her brow, and 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 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 Off 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 shoul-
dered his way into the group, and Civ
ing the last speaker 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
my lady allow any one to fetch and
carry for her, my brother said.
There is no gainsaying Kinloch,
then, for he always gets his own way in
what he wants, Harry, l said.
Especially when it has to do with
pretty girls, Sneered Grant.
'Treasonr we all shouted in a
breath. .Kinloch is the same to us all.
"Of course; but are you not all pref
ty girlsP' said Grant
1--WE laughed, and did not deny the
soft impeachment; and so the momen-
tary breach was healed. That was the
first time we noticed Kitty coming up
to our house with her fruit We were
quite sure nothing we could have said
or done would have prevented her, but
we were not quite so sure about Kim
loch, who, ever since that little episode.
had wandered about like a distressed
lover. One day we met Kitty in lane,
and said to her:
How is ityou never come our way
nowp'
"Ihe girl blushed. Father prefers
to take up the things himself, she
murmured; for which painfully apparent
fb we forgave her
"The days passed on and Kinloch,
who had before been the life of our ex-
peditions, was now generally absent
Where he had been was evident, for we
often caught glimpse ofchestnut hair
shining through the trees, OF the old