Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1890-10-02
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lack of little cold water TO put them
in"
Kate Blessington went slowly across
the wide hall. where the two-hundred-
year old Antwerp clock licked like the
fall of ghostly footsteps. At the same
moment Charley Daggett came in; a
tall, sunburned Apollo. with dark,
sparkling eyes and rich. brown COM
plexion, like a Spaniard's.
See what | have found up in the
fields" said he. Just in time to escape
the scYthel A nest of Young robins.
which somehow had fallen from the
trees"
"Oh, the dear, dear little things"
cried Kate, her blue eyes glittering, her
dsmask cheek laid softly against the
callow nestlings.
II thought you would like to see
Them" said Charley. And then, all in
nest and all, in his, swayed by sudden
burst of impulse.
kate" cried he, 81 love you'll Oil
my dearest. you must have known it
long ago"
But she pulled her hands Indignantly
away from him.
"How dare you speak so to me, Mr..
Daggett?" said she. And tho next in
slant she was gone.
Charley Daggett looked after her with
panied and bewildered face, like one
who has received mortal wound. Was
it, then, possible that he had been so
fatally mistaken? That all this time
Kate Blessington had only been anus
ing herself at his expense;
"Trying 20 break country heart
For pastime. ere she went 70 town"
While up in her own room Kate Bless
ington burst into passion Of tears,
whether Of pain or pleasure, she could
hardly tell.
81 liked him so much" she sobbed
out ''Oh, did like him so much-and,
now But the idea of his daring to tell
me that he loved mel I'll go home to-
morrow"
And the picnic by the mountain
spring, whereat Mr.. Daggett was to be
instructed in the mysteries of Madran-
ello's recipe for embarrassing, never
came to pass.
The old housekeeper in the Fifth
avenue mansion stared when she opened
the door to Miss Blessington, who had
driven mp to the front steps in cab.
piled high with luggage, in the purple
dusk of the summer evening.
SIS my uncle at home, Priscilla?"
swell, Miss Kate" stammered the
astonished old lady, ne just amt, and
that's fact!"
"Gone to his club?"
mo, Miss Kate, not ezackly."
where is he then?"
Didn't you git his letter, miss?"
questioned the old woman.
81 have got no letter. He isn't sick?"
mo, miss, but he's marriedP'
"Married?''
Miss Blessington sat down in the big
hall-chair.
"My uncle? And to whom?
ITO Miss Nina Grey!"
Nina Greyr' gasped Kate. 'Pris-
ella, you must be dreaming. She's
younger than am"
~ amt, miss, no more'n yourself.
He sailed for Europe on Saturday, with
his bride. Dear me, here's the letter now,
in the rack. | s'posed it had been
mailed week ago"
A cold, clear, cutting letter in which
Mr.. Orlando Blessington expressed his
conviction that in rearing and educat-
ing his niece be had done all that
could possibly bs expected OF him.
That he had just been married to pretty,
little Nina Grey, his partners young
est daughter, and that hereafter he
hoped that Kate would find it conven-
lent to shift for herself, as Nina pre-
ferred no divided rule in the Fifth av-
enue mansion
Poor Katel
Once, twice, she read the letter over
before she found herself able fully to
comprehend its cold, cruel meaning;
and then, with her eyes blinded with
tears, she turned to Priscilla.
81 may stay here tonight, sup
poseY' she said with a culver in her
voice.
"As long as you please, Miss Katel'
cried the old woman.
mo" she returned more firmly; this
is no longer my home. Only-only l
have nowhere else to go, just yet, and
all this seems so sudden"
Mrs. Daggett could hardly believe her
eyes, the next week, when Miss Bless
ington came backto the old farmhouse
among the Berkshire hills.
you are surprised to see me-" said
Kate, with faint smile. "But-but
things have altered with me. My uncle
has married girl younger than myself,
and turned me in civil sort of way,
to be sure-out OF doors. l have got to
work for my living now And there are
so few things, short OF genteel starva-
ton, that a woman can dol So |
CHANGED to remember what you said
about school-teachcr being needed at
the Hadden Cross Roads public-school,
where nobody liked to go, because it was
such an unhealthful location, and the
scholars all so rough and stupid. But
beggars mustn't be choosers, and /
thought that perhaps Charley-Mr. Dag
gett-could see the trus tees for me, in
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