The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1889-12-19
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spected there, whose name was Horace
lie was married, she said. with four OF
five children-perhaps, after all, it wa.
some one else, and the little pale in
valid smiled as she say kate's interest
They were very unlike in looks. this
loving mother and child. Mrs. Everett
was delicate blond, with slender
fragile figure, blue eyes, and fair curls
while her daughter was tall, with full
developed figure, large hazel eyes, anc
dark chestnut hair. She had inherited
FROM her father well-cut features, ano
firm, though beautiful mouth, anC
with her fair, noble brow, stately man
mars, and dignified carriage, she wa.
very unlike her gentle, timid mother
Yet her respect and love for the pale
invalid was true and earnest. their two
lives bound up together by lastins
tender ties.
Six months later look again at Kate
Everett's life. She is seated in luxu
riously furnished parlor, and in hel
arms rests a pale, golden-haired child
whose stunted figure, crooked by dis
ease. is crowned by an angels face
That is the last lesson for to-day,
said the child, as, leaving the piano
stool, she climbed into Kate's lap
Nov tell me story"
Not now. Go to Mary and bt
dressed for ride. want word Will
Miss Everett"
1t was the voice Oracle loved to obey
her fathers, so she went quietly, leav-
ing Kate alone with her employer.
Supposing he wished some alteration
made in the course Of study, or some
change of exercise fol Grace, she waited
beside her, and speak. But after seat
ing himself the silence was so long that
she looked up inquiringly to meet a
pair of soft, dark eyes resting on her
face with loving interest.
Kate Everett, will you be my wife?''
If he had drawn pistol and fired it
in her face she could scarcely have been
more astonished His wife! This cold,
grave man, who had remained the
silent spectator of Grace's every day
studies, rarely speaking or smiling.
His wife.
You are surprised" he said gently,
land / will WOO you not for myself, but
Oracle. | have lost four children, Miss
Everett, and this is the only treasure
| have left She is so lonely when you
are gone, she loves you so tenderly, and
II will be the kindest, truest husband
if YOU will come to me for my little
girls sake You have mother, too,
who is i'll, and, hear, poor. | will be
true son to her, trust me. wait
your answer, Kate.
Mr.. Myers. l am so surprised con-
fused-I-let me think a moment. You
have been very kind-but-"
but | am an old man for such a
fresh, young heart as yours to love.
Yet | will try to make you happy. You
love no one else, Katie?"
mo. | respect and esteem you, Mr..
Myers, perhaps l may learn to love
you. Give me time"
May | come tonight to see your
mother?"
Suddenly, like flash, Kate's face
lighted. He had been opening and
shutting book that lay on the table
beside him. and she had looked for the
first time at the name inside of it. lie
had been to her before the grave Mr..
whole attention had been absorbed ;now
he stood before her in new light.
Yes, come; come to-night!' she said,
rising.
Il will not fail. In the meantime
speak to your mother.
Speak to her mother! Kate flew
over her well-known road with quick,
light steps, and her face full of bright
light. Some happiness too great foI
speech filled her mind, for her greetin9 9
to her mother was only feryent, warm
kiss.
You must be dressed for company
tonight. mother" she said. as late in
the afternoon she laid aside her sewing.
MIR. Myers is coming to call upon you.
l shall fish up the blue silk | used tc
like so much from its cozy bed in youl
trunk, and curl your hair as | used tC
do when we went out together.
And you? What will you wear?''
''Oh, he won't look at me when you
are by. He sees me every day, and he
is used to this merino."
Even in her youth Kate Everett
senior. had never looked lovelier than
she did when her daughters skillfu1
fingers had arranged her dress. The
long curls were looped in front to fall
over her comb. in a golden mass down
on her neck The dark blue silk made
her fair complexion radiant, and the
color given by this little excitement in
her quiet life was rich and becoming
No wonder Horace Myers stood be-
wildered. One long, earnest look, and
he was beside her
Kate Seymour! My Kate! My wee
bonnie Kater'
All the gravity of his face broken uI
as ice before the sun, and radiant hap.
piness making it beautiful.
The long, long years of separation
and sorrow were gone like dream
and he took low seat beside her t.
feel her fingers caressing his face AM
hair, to hear her sweet, low voice making
music of his name. And our Kate GID
ed away to sob out her content in tears
such as only happiness makes flow.
Two long hours to her passed like
minutes in the parlor, and she Wen
down to-tind them where she had lef
them.
My daughter' was the greeting he
gave her, as he kissed her blusbine
cheek.-National Magazine.
She Meant Business.