Connecticut western news., 1888-02-15

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 "Now she will go and repeat all this to Mir. Chandler" said I.
 Let herl' said defiant Kitty. ''It's nothing more than the truthl" "But he has always been such pleas ant neigh bor," said I, piteously, "and Nero is very nice dog, after all, when he isn't in mischief"
 ''WelI, he wouldn't remain at Elm Lodge much longer, anyway" said Kitty. 'If he's really going to marry Miss Poultney, at the Court it's likely that he'll go there to live. Though it is rather nice, having the minister for next-door nsighbor, the dog to the con- trary notwithstanding. Handy in case of wedding" 1- tKittyw "Well," cried the wild gipsy, "how can one think of anything else on St. Valentines Eves' Just then Grayette cam, incur great, putring, beryl-eyed household pot, who was dearer to my old-mai1 soul than 1 cared to acknowledge, even to Kitty. 'Poor pussp said I, carossing her with my disengaged hand. "But you will have to go away if you are becom- ing nuisance to the neighbors." And then and there it was that I secretly made up my mind what to do. Tho sun set fair and golden, as if it were . spring evening, tho stars glistened like dots of fire against tho heavens. Kitty came home from the postofficc with sundry significant letters in her bag, and scarcely less significant roses on her cheeks, and presently the light flashed into MT. Chandler's study window, on the other side of the fence. In the summertime it was hidden in hedge of lilacs, but the boughs were all leaf1ess now, and could distinctly see him sitting by his fire, with his hand on Nero's head.
 ''He is fond of his dog," thought. "Well, pussy shall not make trouble be- tween us any longer. Oh, dear! it will be terribly lonesome when the light doesn't shine these nights any more; when he is married to Judge Poultney's daughter"
 Kitty kissed mo oftener than usual that night before she went to bei.
 Dear Aunt Huldah," said she, i've have been very happy here, you and I, haven't wei Even though you arc only poor little hand on vests and a dress-makern
 "Why, of course we haver' said 1. ''And we should miss each other ter ribly, shouldn't we, if-if we were partedT'
 '.Nonsense, childl What should part usa"
 "Oh, I don't knowl Something might"
 "Go to bed, and don't be sillyl" said I, laughing.
 Early in tho dawn of the next morn- ing, rose and dressed myself. I had determined to take Grayctts over to the Widow singleton's before Kitty was up in the morning, to make fuss about it. Mrs. Singleton was fond of pets, and knew my cat would have good home there.
 And, spite of my Spartan resolutions, a tear splashed down on pussy's gray coat, as tucked her under my plaid blanket shawl and stepped boldly out into the. melting snow, now. all pink with the glow of sunrise.
 "Poor dear pussy~ thought I "Your little, flannel lined basket by the fire will never be of any use again And the cracked saucer that you lapped your milk out of---1 shall never bear te look at it any more; for, oh-' -
 Involuntarily I uttered the shriek, for Grayette had sprung out of my arms, and was arching her back and magnify ing every separate hair on her tail while Nero, on his sile of the fence, was barking shrill series of de6ances and leaping up and down in vain en. deavors to get at his adversary and teal her limb from limb.
 "Oh, pussy, pussy" cried I, trying tt recapture my feline favorite.
 "Nero, sir, behave yourselfy' uttered the stern voice of MT. Chandler, once more recovering his grasp of the chain, which Nero had jerked out of his hand in the audiences of the fray. '.Mis. Darwin, have to make you thousand apologies for the annoyanc,s Nero ha causedyou of late, and to thank you fo the forbearanco you have shown to ward him. He shall never trouble 70, again. am going to send him by ex press to my brother in Wisconsin. w are on the way to the express offic now, so that Nero may get the earl, train"
 sOh, dear!' eriedI; "and I am jus taking Grayettc to Mrs. Singleton, 8
 that she need not scratch up your gar den seeds, nor rob Betsey's dairy an, more."
 "What that beautiful cat7' cried MT Chandler. Il canno ot thiak of allowin.
 such thing. You mutt keep her, Mis- 1 Darwin"
 No. unless you will promise to sene
 Nero back to his kennel" pleaded I. ''You have been forbearing enough already said M-. Chandler.