Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1886-09-09
REPEATING ITSELF.
But Instead of History 1t Was
Romance.


rain is coming down in floods
| A barrack ground, stiff and ugly un-
der the most favorable circumstances
looking like desert in the wind aud
rain, was just visible.
why, Aunt Bell, saie the girl, ,paus
ing with one hand on the shutter, here
is a name scratched on this pane of
glass. meyer noticed it till this min
kute.'s
what is the name p asked the old
lady, half asleep by the fire.
'Kinloch, Scots Greys, 1876 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 J
Then she sank back again, murmuring:
'Ah, Kitty, there was loye in those
Days, and romance, too
is there no loYe now p said Kitty,
coming to her aunt's side and kneeling
down on the hearth lug.
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
riquant 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, Kitty p
Very much
well, fifty years ago, as you know,
I 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 neighboring village,
so you may imagine the girls of the
party and I anticipated a gay time.
Oh, those summer months | grow
young again as l 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 oyer
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, flirtations and whispered conf.
dences and promises made by the score
and meyer fulfilled What mad mer-
ry time it was The merriest and
handsomest of all was young Scotch
Lieutenant. Kinloch Kinloch. His
mother was Irish, and had bequeathed
him her beauty and propensity for jo-
king.
And now for Kitty, the heroine.
She was the daughter Of a gardener
who lived about mile from my aunt's
house, and OF all the distractingly pref
ty girls that have made men do silly
things am sure Kitty was one of the
prettiest. I can't do her justice but
l can tell you she had the Irish blue
eye complexion like mills, hair of
the silkiest chestnut, curling in rings
all 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 a 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. II was love from
that very moment, and every one MOTTO
ed it. All the young men swar med a.
bout the girls Lasket 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 1 will fight them
all for such favor
But Kitty would not be bribed, and
seemed about to resign herself to the
lose of her fruit, when KinlOch shoul-
dered his way into the group, and Civ
ing the last speaker a friendly push,
cried 'Leaye the girl alone, Grant,
please Then he turned to Kitty. say
ing 1T is very heavy for your little
arms, and there will come no one steal
ing the fruit now, I'm thinking.
Thank you,' said Kitty, gratefully,
and walked along by his side.
''That is the first time l have seen
my lady allow any one to fetch and
carry for her., my brother said.
s'There is no gainsaying Kinloch.
then, for he always gets his own way
in what he wants, HarrJ.' said.
Especially when it has to do with
pretty girls sneered Grant.
'sTreason u we all shouted in a
breath. 'Kinloch is the same to US all. ,
ssOf course ). but are you not all