Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1886-09-02
the floor. His legs, booted and spurred,

were mud up 10 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
hers. Was it an apparition? Was it an
i'll omen for the coming year?
81 seem 10 frighten you, friends.
Does nobody know me?'
kitty at that moment was bringing
in a jug of iced claret at another door.
She heard the voice and turned round
trembling, with wild cry:
'Kinloch, KinIoch, l knew you
would come back" And amidst a
crash of breaking glass she let the
vessel slip from her hands-she sprang
to his side, and disappeared in the
folds of his great cloak. p"
"How splendid, Aunt Bell!' said her
niece, drawing deep breath; '.but il
she married him then l don't see why
she should not have done so before"
''Ah, but she was wise girl; she
knew it would test his constancy, and
prove if he really loved her A young
mans love ct twenty-one-as she
knew so well-would not be his choice
at thirty-one."
"What become of them, aunt?'
''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
l believe he is in the army, also. Come,
Kitty, l shall 60 to bed. and not wait
any longer fer your father"
''Thcre is new Lieutenant coming in
Mr.. Perry's place" said her niece, as
she babe her goodnight.
''The 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, childie!'
Kitty went downstairs and pom
dcred 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 mirth.
What! was she dreaming? What
stood there at that moment? A figure
darker than the gloom of the room.
The rain Toured in rivers outside. the
wind whis!lcd round the house. The
figure came farther into the room. She
saw by the misty light that he was q
tall man with a 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-hceled shoes. Kitty. where
was she? And here she blushed to her
self in the darkness. There was a Kit
", but not that one.
The man came up to the window,
evidently thinking no one was in the
room; the girl shrank back as the wet
cloak brushed against her cheek.
"Kinloch!' she said. half dou5tin Q
whether the figure would answer, for
she could hardly tell yet whether she
was dreaming or no.
"Who spoke my name?9" he called
out, glancing round.
Il did," said Kitty, feeling very
abashed, almost at his elbow.
lie glanced down. drawing away his
wet cloak.
81 am sure I beg your pardon; l
thought the room was empty. l must
have come into the wrong quarters.
Arriving so late must have mistaken
the block. l hope you will forgive
such m intrusion"
Kitty's castles in the air all fell to
the ground with crash. How COM
He was only the new Lieu
tenant after all; but he did not appear
the whipper-snapper her aunt had
prophcsied.
'Then You are not Kinioch?" she
said, in disappointed tone.
"My name is Kinlock," he answered,
with a 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 a
relation?'
HE was my father" said the young
man, quietly; $50 no wonder we are
alike" 1t was now his
turn to say. in a disappointed tone:
''But your name is not Kitty, I'm sure. :"
"Yes, It isl she said, eagerly, then
paused; a sudden rosy flush rushed over
her face. lat least, not Isl
But she could not deny it for it was
Kitty.
"These are our namesakcs; shall we
write ours below them, Kitty?'
''Some day, perhaps. "-Detro1 Tyib-
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