The Press., 1889-06-06
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s.I must have something to wear, " said Kitty Kane, tsor can't go" "What nonsense r said her brother, pettishly. "And just now, of all times, when every cent of money is anticipated, almost ere it is received, to set up such 8 pitiful plea as that. Kitty pouted, hung her head and said nothing-but the light in her blue eyes shone unconquered, 70 T Just then Alice Kane drew little near or to her-Alice Kane, her brothers soft eyed gentle wife, whose vsryy voice and look seemed g medicine for i'll.
 ssCannot you wear your cherry silk with the black lace Aounces? l? That is very be- coming to you, Kitty.
 cts r1ined.'' said Kitty, sullenly. ssTheresa Hall spilled half glass of cham pagne over it at Mrs. Rexford's party"
 "The one-colored grenadine ?"
 ssIts made so old fashioned !"
 "Black silk, with pink sash and my white lace shawl ]"
 Kitty shook her head impatiently.
 "I'm not an old woman yet--and shall not go dressed like one if stay at home all the days of my life r
 "Just as you please about that" said MT. Kane. 'sAll know is, that I have not fifty dollars to spend buying new frippery."
 And he went out of the room.
 Kitty burst into tears.
 "He is 50 hateful r she sobbed out. "And I haven't had new dress since Christmas P
 "Hush, dear, you mustn't talk so," said Alice. "Times are hard. He has occa sion for every cent of his money. I'll help you make over the cherry -colored silk, and-'
 ''No," pouted Kitty, ''you will do noth, thing. You have got $50-you might lend them to me until I get my next quar- ter's dividend"
 ''The money is not mine, Kitty P said Alice, with disturbed face. s'Charles left it with me to pay the plumbers bill, and"
 But Kitty had jerked out of the room.
 Poor Kitty. She was spoiled child in the plainest acceptance of the term-and she sat down in her own room and cried piteously. & <
 Then she took out her purse and count ed it's contents.
 Ten dollars-only ten dollars and few cents in change-and two whole. weeks must elapse before she could receive her next quarters allowance. And Libby Porter was to give a oakland Henry Fordyce was to be there ; and the Hyatt girls were to have new sky-blue suits, trimmed with the loveliest of tulle outings, while she had nothing to wear. Absolute ly worse than Flora McFlimsey. But it wouldn't do to carry out her threat of staying at home. The Hyatt girls must not have too great an advantage dealt out to them-so Kitty considered. Ten dol lars would buy few yards of Swiss muslin, which, artistically made up and looped with roses which she had in the house, would partially conceal the antique style of the stone -colored grenadine. | "One hates to go out into society look ing such dowdy," thought Kitty, with a fresh shower of tears ssbut what else can one do ?"
 | So she put on her little felt hat, with a jaunty cockade of scarlet feathers on the side, and her black jacket, and went on Broadway, the traces of tears yet visible through her veil.
 II don't think anyone ever had so much trouble before" she thought. | As she stopped in front of store win dow to look at some new styles of Japanese ear drops and brooches, some one stumbled over the train of her dress; she looked around little impatiently.
 '1 beg your pardon, said tall woman, her face and form partially concealed by the folds of waterproof cloak. "I-why, it is Kitty Kane P
 ''Its Mary Ballard P said Kitty, utter. ing little cry of delight, as she recognized the girl who had been her dearest friend and 'chum" at school. Why, Mary, where have you been all this time ?"
 Starving, was the answer, spoken with a hollow laugh.
 "Mary P
 "But you mustn't call me Mary Ballard any more-that is not my name. l am married married to poor young engraver on wood, who is dying of consumption.
 "But your father?''
 "He is dead--and my rich uncle re. nounced me when I married one who was neither wealthy nor aristocratic. But ] must not stop to talk. am taking home some tailor work that earn 40 cents a day by working button. Aeles on. Forty cents a day Its great sum, ism it, when rent and food and medicine have to be paid out of it? Good-by, Kitty I'm sorry I met you. l don't want to overshadow your bright face with the gloom of my own Heaven knows"
 And she would have passed on, but Kit. ty resolutely held her hand.
 ',rell me where you live. Mary; I will
 Mary turned around.
 'The button holes can wait. Ishall moi receive any pay until Saturday night in any event. You come home with me. get so little sympathy nowadays that ] cannot afford to put away the offered hand of any one."
 So the spoiled child went into the dreary precincts of tenement house and stood face to face with Death and Famine.
 Henry Ford had been trying to work, but hand and eyes alike refused to obey the dictates of the tireless brain. The tiny tools and satin-smooth block of wood lay beside him on a coarse pine table, and he sat with closed eyes, so that Kitty invol. untarily exclaimed:
 My God he is dead r [ ST
 "No, he is not" the wife answered, 20 ling softly to him. "He often looks se when he is weary" f8
 And in the same second he opened his eyes with faint smile
 "You have come back, my guardian angel, said he-and Mary made haste te introduce her friend. fh 3kE
 'sI have been asleep" he resumed. ss] dreamed was eating and drinking wine and fruit and jellies! Oh the anguish o waking !"
 s'God help us" groaned the poor wife