The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-09-29

who's a Mugwumpg" from his perch in
the dark corner by the easel.
''Confound the birdl" exclaimed. He
had sent cold SILVER up my spine, bring
ing mo out of my comfortable day dream
with jounee. sat bold upright and
softly swore at the bird. The imp seemed
to read my thoughts, for he burst into
shrieks of fendish laughter that set my
teeth on edge. / threw myself back in
my chair and covered my ears with my
hands
kitty" said [, when the bird had fin
ally relapsed into silence, ''what do you
think of 1t Clip
"All what?" asked Kitty.
"Why-you know-Fred and the girl.
They'll make nice couple, don't you
| thinll?'
Very" said Kitty, shortly. Her face
was hidden in the shadow as she leaned
back in her big arm chair in ono corner of
the fireplace where the Pickering CLEAN
from the flames could not reach her.
Il fear there is but little chance of their
finally coming together, Isuggested SYM
pathetically.
Kitty made no answer to this. re-
sumed:
lyon know he cannot write any more
than that ancestor of Pendennis, who
signed Magma Charta with his sword hilt."
Still no response from Kitty's dark cor
ner.
"But they seem to be so fond Of each
other" went on, 81 don't see why they
should keep apart. He has some money
and she has plenty of it. It's all foolish
ness, this waiting until he has done some
thing in literary way. They'll die
bachelor and maid if they wait for that.
It's great pity. Don't you think so?'
Being thus directly appealed to, Kitty
came out of her dark corner, and, lean
ing forward so that the freight fell upon
her pleasant face, said, laughing:
you poor old Arcadian, why don't you
bind your brow with roses, get yourself
| an ornamental shepherds crook and take
to tending fiocks in the Happy valley"
"Thank you for the suggestion l re-
piled. ''Ill think of it. Will you please
tell me what has caused this outburst Of
irony? Don't you think Fred is good
enough for your friend? Well, / do then"
really didn't think anything at all
about it. But l know the best way to
bring Kitty out is to oppose her views,
and thought to do so now by taking up
the cudgels Tor Fred,
On you do, do you?" murmured Kitty,
sarcastically.
Eyes, dol" said I, a little nettled by
her manner in spite of myself. eff you
think she's too good for him because she
happens to have fortune, l don't agree
with you, that all:
'oh, you don't! echoed hltty. u
thought you set up Tor cynlc, she went
on, with an amused smile; Let me tell
you my friend one tning-no, Two
thlngs. Ihese young people, n5e al the
rest OF u.s. VIII nave TO row thelr own
Doa1. ALSO, people VINO push thelr noses
into other peoples aiIalrs are apt to get
them sadly plnehed.
Hunl, THANKS, SAID l. You're very
good. linen you don't intend to help
themY
Kitty looked into the Goals for mo-
ment meditatively.
What can one do?" she asked.
OF course, didn't know, so / relapsed
into silence. Presently Kitty arose.
do you know it's getting to be nearly
dinner timer she said.
was very comfortable and disinclined
to move. But when Kitty intinlates that
solitude will be agreeable to her, know
well enough to act upon the hint. So
took myself off.
The next day Fred came up to my rooms
in state Of mind. He said he had mis-
laid his manuscript of the Carnival Of
| Crime, and couldn't imagine Whist he had
done with it.
- gu remember, he said, 81 had it at
hlttys. 1t was all sealed up and ready
to be sent Or to The Eclectic Two tried
| the cheap dogs withs- and now I'm going
TO fy at the high game: dare say I'm
tempting Providence, but nothing ven
ture, nothing gain, you know. :"
| remembered, Of course, that had tried
to lose the manuscript under the sofa in
hitty' room SO Fred and went around
| TO the little woman.s studio, where We
| found her at work on Miss WINDOWS
| portrait She was in very high spirits,
and singing blithely. told her what we
were after, and Kitty said that We had
como too late.
Il found tho packet under the sofa
this morning" she said. II guessed
what it was. It was all ready
/ for the mail and directed. So
| just gave it to the postman. wanted to
have some hand in filrthering your for
tunes, Fred" she smiled benevolently on
that young man. 'and thought would
hasten the story on its way to the pub
| fishers as much as possible"
Fred thanked her. Il dare say it's no
use" he said. But shan't cease from
sending that story 10 the publishers until
every last one of them has had shv at
II. You know how much there is at