Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1886-08-26

the floor His legs. booted and spurrcd.
were mud up To the hips
Just at that moment the clock
struck twelve, and the year 1916 had
broken. Some of the nervous girls
screamed and ran behind their part
ners. Was it an apparition2 Was it an
Ill omen for the coming year?
:" Il seem to brighten you. friends.
Does nobody know me?'
kitty at that moment was bringing
in jug of iced claret at another door.
She heard the voice and turned round
trembling. with a wild cry:
'Kinloch. Kinloch. 1 knew you
would come backr And amidst n
crash of breaking glass-for she let the
vessel slip from her hands-she sprang
TO his side, and disappeared in the
folds of his great cloak.
''How splendid. Aunt Bell,'' said her
niece, drawing deep breath; .'but IL
she married him then don't see why
she should not have done so before"
"Ah. but she was wise Girl: she
knew it would test bis consistency, and
prove if he really loved her. A young
mans love at twenty-one-as she
knew so well-would not be his choice
at thirty-one.'
''What become of them, auntp"
''Oh, they married and travelled
about great deal. and finally both
died out in India within few months
of each other. There was one son. and
| believe he is in the army, also. Come,
Kitty. | shall go to bed and not wait
any longer for your father"
There is n new Lieutenant coming in
Mr.. Perry's place, said her niece. as
she badc her goodnight
1.-The young men are not what they
used to be-, sighed the old lady.
''Some little whippcr-snapper. I'll 6e
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
lie
What was she dreamingP What
stood there at that momentP A figure
darker than the gloom of the room.
The rain poured i'm rivers outside. the
wind whistled round The house. The
figure came farther into the room. She
saw by the misty light that he was a
tall man with n dark cloak over his
shoulders, booted and spurrcd, with
mud up to his hips. She felt rs 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 sheP And here she blushed to her
self in the darkness. There was n Kit
ty, but not that one.
The man came up to the window,
evidently thinking no one was in the
room; the girl shrank back rs the wet
cloak brushed against her cheek.
''kinloch!' she said, half doubtino
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.
Il am sure l beg your pardon;
thought the room was empty. 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 n crash How com
monplace. He was only the new Lien
tenant after all; but he did not appear
the whpper-snapper her aunt had
prophesied.
Then YOU are not Kinloch?" she
said, in disappointed tone.
My name is Kinlock,n he answered.
with pleasant smile.
My aunt was telling me about this
klnloch. and Kitty tapped the frame
with her finger II will tell YOU the
story some day if you like; but YOU
came into the room Just rs she said
your namesake did, dressed in the
same way and every thing. But
there. ! suppose you are not even n
relation?"
He was my father" said the Young
man, quietly; so no wonder we are
something alike" 1t was now his
turn TO say in a disappointed tone:
"Bul your name IS not Kitty, I'm sure. :"
Yes, it is. she said. eagerly. then
paused sudden rosy flush rushed over
her face. "At least, not isl
But she could not deny it for it was
Kitty
These arc our namcsakes; shall we
write ours below them, Kitty?"
Some day. perhaps. '-Dctron Trib-
tHc.
THE SNAKE EDITOR.