The St. Johns herald., 1886-11-04
TRUE AS STEEL.

The evening meal was just ove- at Farmer Bottoms; the big Ted fire was raked into a rud Her blaze, and the can- dies were lighte
 Mrs. Bolton was b1sy at her house hoI labors, and her husband, ab5orI ell in the columns O the city paper that some kindly neighbor had brought in, was 100 busy to heed the shouts of the children at their play in the big unfur- Il shed parlor beyonl.
 Suddenly the farmer laid down his paper, and pushed the steel spec aces up on his forehead.
 .. Ursula" said he. "how would you Ike 10 lose Kitten:"
 Lo7e KiItenI"
 The good woman dropped into tho dish-pan the blue plate she was washing.
 !" It's ten years since we found her on our d0Or-stcp on March mOrnin'," re- sumed the farmer, and she's Rrowed up as st-aighs and beautiful IS one of your white lil.es. I've always wondered none or her folks d.dn't come fyr ard 10 claim her. but they nev,r did. It would bs very LarI to part with her now"
 I'd cen almost as soon part with our Robin" said the wiie. But wLat put that in your head just now, A al h!'
 MT Bolton adiu ted hiS spec. a, los, sought Uut the corner of the paper ho had last been reading, and slowly spelled o-t the following p-r. .grapL:
 INFORMATION WANTED of child nainei Kitty ByingtOn, Llue-eyed, with brown hair and fair complexion. Sup pOsed t0 n we Deen stolen or kidn pped of Ma h al. mentioned may be identified by a m, lS O.. Inc 1t elbow, and crescent-shaped scar on the left hand. When abducted sne wore q white dress, trimmed wi h e.no.oIdery, and a cor l neck lace and arInietS. Any information on the sub. 1ect, addressed 10 B. B., No. -, - rect, will be thankfully received by her uncle.
 "Thats Kitten. sure enough" ejacu- lated Mrs. Doltcn. But she had no corals on. and the embroidery had all been tore of her dress"
 Likely tre rascals did that that stole her away. Any how. it must be our Kitten. But why didn't they advertise for her before?"
 Mrs Bolton shook her head. ! I'm sure 1 don't k ow What do you spose we ought 10 do. husb ,ndl"
 Farmr Bolton rose ard opened the door, calling:
 '' -Rohin-you'vo pllyed long enough; come in, nov"
 Robert Bol on, a handsome bright-eyed boy of thirteen. bounded n, followed by pretty child of eleven.
 "Come here. Ki ten" said the farmer, and she came to his side to hear lnH ho frcf ( hoS yhrNln ck,N .t life.
 And now, Kitten" said the old farmer when he had finished the tal,., ." ring me the ink-bottle and flesa quill, and sheet of blue-line1 papr."
 "Fa.her. what are you go ng to do!'
 (" I'm g,ing to write your folks, child. l aint no right 10 keep their treasure back from em, though it should break my old hear. to part with the it le one nave Ie1rLed to love so dearly"
 "IwOn't go ;o them won't! won't! Iwen'tT
 Kittenr' remoastrlted the good far mer wife.
 "I love yoa!' acclaimed the child. ''I W Il stay wIih you. I'm going to b, Robins little wife, and won't leave him."
 :" But if 1t is right that you shou d go. Kittenf"
 "I don't care-I don't care. I will stay with ou all!'
 When Kitten was fast asleep in l cd, with tn, tears yet gllslenins on her eye lashe-, and ons hand-Ihe Crescent- shRpei scar ou. lined upon it-lyiDg oa The coveriet, Farmer Bolton got ou, tho ink-bott.o. anu the fresh qui l, ana nf ka | Ter to B. B-, No. - street.
 a For it's our duty, any way you can flx 1t. said Ihe farmer.
 By the Y, ry next train after the epis- He had reached the far-oif ci Y, tall gentleman came down 10 Bo.tun Farm to claim his little treasure.
 '' have passed nearly all my life abroad" he said, " and it Was no. until my return home. a few months since, that learneL by some accident that clue still might De gained 70 the wht re- abouIs of my orphan niece. had lit q hope of ever Seeing her again, When I inserted that advertisement, and you can fancy my delight When your l. tt,r reached me. am alone in the wOild, and p, oi lo call me ricn; HOW. indeed, I feel that am so iu very trutA."
 At first Kitty Byingto..-" Kitten," as she was IAIleO Oy Ter farmhouse frienGs-steadiastly refused 10 accOm- pany her uncle To his home.
 e l love my father and mo her Letter than l do you,' she persisted. "and I La promised to be Robins lil.lS wife"
 But the persussions of her friends at length succeeded in oSercom. ng her o0- jectiop5. and Kitten was taken away.
 You'll forget us all when 1ou are 6 fine lady, Kitten. sad RoOer;, aS he kissed her goodbye.
 peye. never will forget you, Robin, sobbe the girl. III be your wi.e i-st the same. See if I'm not |. And these we.e Eitts1's last words
 You must forget 'em. my boy" said the farmer afterwards. Wh U Robert Bolson referred tJ them. ''She'.l Le richer aud grander thsn ever yo. can