Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1890-09-04
DECIDED BY CHANCE.

DECIDED BY CHANGE.
The sun, a great glowing bah Of fire
had just descended behind the fringe o
elm trees on Meadow Hill, and tn
parched summer world was free t
breathe at last. Wayne Hillard, finish
ing his sketch of the fern shaded pool il
the glen, dropped his pencil and infater
his lungs with the fragrant oxygen
Mrs. Mix, cleaning trout for the nor
rows breakfast, in the kitchen, sighed
sigh Of infinite relief. Zone more day
gone" said she; and Kitty and lilly
skimming cream in the cool cellar, mad
haste with their work so as to finisl
without the light of Il candle, and a
they worked they talked and laughe,
lightly, as girls will do.
Who were Kitty and Tilly? Why
they We're Mrs. Mix's ''hired help"-th
rosy daughters Of impecunious neigh
bors, who were more than glad to elk,
out their slender allowance of pocke
money by assisting the harassed land
lady in busy times" Kitty was a IA
diant blonde, with hair just warmed
with red, eyes Of mischievous gray, ant
complexion that would have been per
feet We're it not for the sprinkling o
freckles across the bridge Of the sauc7
nose. Tilly. on tho contrary, was palt
and dark, with big, solemn eyes full o
jetty lights, and Il small head set will
imperial grace on her slim shoulders
and their voices sounded like the indis
tinct twitter of orioles as they talked
and skinned great leathery sheets O
cream and strained the nights milk
into broad, shining pans
Il think he's splendidr said Kitty.
so do r. said Tilly, enthusiastically
II mean to have hi1nr said Kitty
waving her skinner above fresh pan.
Il like thatr ironically observed Tilly
I've always pinel to be an artist.
bride" said Kitty
Yes, interrupted lilly. '.and have
made up my mind to . city life. Thi.
country vegetation don't suit me.
must marry city mani!
Kitty covered up the stone cream jal
with little clink.
well, how are we going to settle thi.
NATTER" said she, with a laugh. ''Wt
both want Wayne Hillardl We're botf
determined to have him"
Draw lots, suggested Tilly. Moth
ing like chance for determining 4 question
like this. Oh! | say, Kitty, this pan
leaks. Give me one of the new ones.
do like Il new milk pan-it makes one
think of sheets of silver"
mo, we won't do that-it's too hack
neyed, said Kitty. I'm tell you what
we'll do. Tilly. Mr.. Hillard neve,
comes into the house without going
straight into the milk room for drink
of new milk Mrs. Mix always leaves a
little brown pitcher there for him. Well,
we'll leave two pitchers, one white fol
you, the other blue for me. The one
that he selects shall decide the question.
If it's blue-then he's mine! If its white
Il cheerfully give him up to you!
Girls, should think you'd be
ashamed of yourselves!
Tilly gave a great start; Kitty colored
until the freckles looked like Il fleet OF
tiny brown boats on a sea Of scarlet.
Mrs Mix was at the head Of the stairs,
glaring down at them like an indignant
tabby cat.
1--WE we didn't mean anything, :
feebly uttered Kitty.
"We were only making fun" muir
mured Tilly.
NS.It amt the sort o. fun they used tc
make when was a girl, said Mrs. Mix.
s'We\were talking about the milk,
apologizeG Kitty. with excusable equiyo-
cation.
'Taint worth while to fib. said Mrs.
Mix. Il was staAdin' jest by the win
der, and heerd every word you said.
Here's the platter o fish. Put it in a
cool place, not too near the milk"
Kitty Farrar and Tilly Grey looked
guilty at each other, and indulged in a
litter when the door closed
sharply
do you suppose she did hear it all?'
said Tilly breathlessly
1T isn't hanging matter if she did, =
declared Kitty. "Quicb-get the pitch
ers! Take them in the back way.
hear him coming now"
"Oh, if it's come to your knowing his
very step
do hold your tongue, Tilly!
On the whitley secured milk room
shelf stood the two little pitchers, one of
old flowing blue" the other a squatty
white ware specimen, with a crystal
clear tumbler beside them In Kitty's
haste she had forgotten to fill but one,
and as the two dimpled faces peeped
from the twilight darkness at the head
of the cellar stairs they could see Wayne
Hillard come direct to the little milk
room and take up the white pitcher.
"Therer' whispered Tilly, spasmod-
ically squeezing Kitty's round little arm.
But the white pitcher was empty. He
set it down with smothered exclama-
ton of impatience, and seizing the flow
ing blue poured out glass of cool, foam
ing milk and drank it. Then he walked
out again.
"ThereT retorted Kitty He took
my pitcher after all.
'But he took mine first.
Don't be shabby, Tilly. If ever any
thing was rejected your pitcher was.
He is mine.
'.Ncnsense, Kit! BY all the rules Of
love and war he belongs to me.
Il mean to have him, anyhow"
"rll see about that" said lilly reso-
lutely.
.'Hushl" cried Kitty. What's that
Some one giggling. Its Tom.
mo, it isn't. Tom has been sent uI
to Spotswood farm for half dozen ducks
for Sundays dinner. It's your guilty
Kit, that's ALL"
"Tll tell We, mister" said Tom, if
you'll promise never to let on who it
was, and if you'll gimme that ere tinted
fishin' pole o yourn as ye don't use no
more
81 don't think care much about your
news, Tom, 2 said Mr.. Hillard, who was
just settling himself for mornings
sketching by the river heights.
"Oh, but you will when you hear it, =
said Tom. Mother says, says she,
Girls, you'd orter'd be ashamed of your
selves And Kit Farrar she said she
knowed your step, and Tilly Grey she
said she lowed to marry Il city feller
like you, and then they agreed to chance
it. And there was something about two
colored pitchers-I don't rightly under
stand that; but rnther think Yon fell tC