The St. Johns herald., 1886-11-04

hope 70 be, aud It isn't fitting that stone ware and fine porcelain should mate to- gsther."
 Robert Bolton was only boy. but he never forgot Kittens last words.
 "I wish you could make up your mird to like him. Katherine. He Is ons of the finest young men know"
 "I do ike L!m. uncle" said Kitty Byington.
 Then. my dear. why do you treat him with such marked coldness and rc- server It is plain to see tn at he loves you most truly and tenderiv. and. Why. my love. what's the matterf Xou are crying"
 "ILs because am so very. very mis- ershle,. uncle," sobbed Kitten, hiding her ace on her uncie's shoulder. II da love Mir. Beverley, but I cLn rry him becau e-because-I an alresdy en- gagged"
 My dear girl, surely you attach ns imI ortance to he child sh comp ct en- tered into with the farmers con years ago."
 II promi .ed him. uncle. and I must not break my word" But t at was mere child's play"
 Robin does not cons der 1t sJ. uncle {: his l st letter speaks If the time VI hen he shall come to claim the. On, un Ia, If might only die lirstr'
 Katherine you surely will not s1c- riice you; self with all tae beauty. tii- ents, anu accomplishments that You pos sess. to te the wife O. S country bump kin.
 II have promis' d him, u"cle."
 "Yod have not even seen him s,nce you wers both .ils:ren."
 But WA have correspond d, unc e." Katherine, this Is iLie oily. an eXaS- gerated Idea of duty. 10 refuse Bever- ley because of this chil i's coaI acI."
 '' have promised, .cle, and unless he himself releases me, sha.l adhere to my word"
 May I write to him, my love. and put the easel"
 If you like, uncls; tut know his nature better than you do. He vii, nev- CT give me up"
 At ali events. the experiment Is worth tryi g."
 So Mr. Byington wrote forcible letter 10 Robert Bolton. presenting his Nl0ws, and patiehtly awaited the anower.
 It came at last, brief and decisive. M-. Bolton declined 10 release Mlss Dying- ton from her engagement and w0..ld come to town to SIaim Ter hnally t.0 pcxt Wcd-esday.
 "You confess. yourself, that you do love me. Kitty?"
 "Idp love you"
 "Then why arc you deIf to my ea. treaties"
 'I am ledGed to ahOtl.er. Mir. Beverley. Do mo- slr.be Lo tempt fne To Lreak my wUrj. His parents Wee my friendS when was aitoge.h irenuless. His devotion has never failed me. should shrink from rewaraing him now2
 The hext day Us kI n eat lryirg to read, servant brought h,T the carI Vt MT. Robert Bolton"
 % He iS in the IarlOr, ma am,"
 Kitten rose anu WonL down.
 Mr. Beverley stood leaning against the mantel. "Good morning. Miss Byington."
 "Guod morning, Air. beverley. 1-1 was iuokiLg for Ar. Bolton.
 " He .s he. G."
 Kitten glanced around the room with apuzzled alr.
 "WhersY'
 He took both her hands with passion ate tenderness.
 My Ki ten! my precious little one Ian RoOsrt BoltOnr
 "You. Mir. Beverlev?"
 "Yes. myself. Kitten. carei not claim your hand until. under another name, had won your heart. You h ,ve been ue to me--truer than Ia any right to hope. My darling, will you 6 my little wife now, in very iruth?"
 Half an ho afterwards. wh n Mir. ByingtOn came in. Kitten r-n to him, all smiles and ears.
 "Mr. Be,eiley?" he sad in sur rise. glancing f. Om his niece to h = companion.
 No. uncle it isn't Mir. Beverley. 1t is Robin, my old love. Rob.n. and-and I Rm so happy"
 Farmer Bul on and his wife camc up 10 the W. dding, and were the happiest old people in the world. except Mr. Byinglon.
 Now. aron't you glad you stool by your OId lover. KiIt3.if demAniel Robin.