Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-04-24
THE WEEKLY GAZETTE FORT WORTH TEXAS THURSDAY APRIL "a

day afternoon, on which occasion she de-
termined there should be fun and merri-
ment enough to make up for some Of the
very dull or weary hours in their own
homes.
Miss Emmeleigh left the library to in
spect the picture gallery, with an old
servant faithful to her interests and full
of sympathy for her mistress pet
schemes. Old Hannah had lived fifty
years in the family, had nursed Kitty 5
mother when she was child, and been
the first to receive Kitty into the world.
As the young lady sauntered through the
beautiful long gallery looking about and
planning where the children could dance,
where play their games, where choose
bouquets from a great stand she meant
to have of flowers, Old Hannah followed
now and then wiping some tiny speck
from picture frame with her pocket
handkerchief, again lifting her eyes with
pride and love to the family portraits,
most of which marked epochs in her own
history. There was the old judge Kitty's
grandfather, when he was a spirited,
handsome man of thirty, as Hannah re-
membered well. How proud she had
been of him for all his stern ways and
said a harsh word to any one beneath
him, but perhaps those of his own kin
could tell a different tale. Across the
gallery, just where Miss Kitty was lin
gering now, was panied face that old
Hannah never tired of gazing upon, the
the picture of Miss Rosie, the
darling of old Hannah's heart!
What a bright young face it was!
How well remembered by the faithful
servant! And here, in this very gall
lery, Rosie, the judges youngest daugh-
ter, had sat for that picture to tn o young
artist whom the old man later denounced
as thief because he had stolen the
heart of the judges favorite child! All,
we'll! IL was an old story but a sad one!
Poor little loving, gentle Rosie! Fifteen
years and more had gone by since the
night she ran away to marry the man OF
her choice, and to be banished forever
from her fathers home. Where or how
she had lived, how died, they never
knew, but paper from a foreign land
with a notice of her death had reached
the judge to strike a blow at his life.
He would have found those who had
been with his darling, but from the
moment the fatal message was read he
never moved nor spoke, and died two
seriousness. A strange likeness there
was between Kitty and her sweet young
aunt. Old Hannah loved to note It. The
same blue eyes seemed to look upon and
from the picture now; the same soft fair
hair ,profuse and wavy the same highbred
features and noble, if sweet, compass
sionate expression, but Rosie must have
been a tiny, fairy-like creature, and
Kitty was tall and slim as q young Diana
"Poor Aunt Rosie, - murmured Kitty,
turning around to old Hannah, who had
drawn near. 81 wish had been older
when she went away-perhaps che would
have sent for me, Hannah, when she
was in trouble. -
But the old woman only shook her
head. Well she knew that the one mes
sage during his life sent to the judge had
been returned unopened-there had
been silence until that message from the
grave.
"Now, Hannah, - Kitty said more
bTiskly, "we must have pletty of chairs,
but nothing else. The banquet stand
will be in the middle of the gallery, you
see-and from one point to another Kitty
went on planning everything in the
sweetest way for the children she called
her "Gardeners.
house not far from her own. She wanted
to interest May Stuart IN her kitchen
garden party. May, like Mrs. Packard,
did not believe in ''poor people. Her
argument was that there were plenty of
asyIums and institutions for them, so
why should girls like Kitty Emmeleigh
and herself bother their heads about
them.
May was at home, and Kitty, with the
privilege of old friendship, ran directly
upstairs to her room.
''Come in ''oalled out Mays voice,
with note of anxiety in it, and entering
the luxurious room Kitty saw that her
"chum' was in the agony of being
"tried on A very hard-worked,
painstaking looking little dressmsker
was fitting a waist pattern on Miss
Stuart, the long chevsl glass rejecting
both figures and faces. Nays pretty,
dissatisfied young countensuoe and
1.-THE form-the workwoman' pinohed
and anxious-but with something very
sweet and attractive in its thin lines. The |
brown hair, threaded with silver, might |
once have been as glossy ss May 's own |
the dark eyes, how full Of care, as spark |
ling-and the thin lines of the cheek as |
firmly rounded.
HAoS SIoASOO OfCA ASA oAOoAOOA WIN q |
sigh and smile.
"Oh, Kitty, dearest, is that your she |
asked. "Do come right in; take that |
easy chair. Mrs. Trumbul will have |
finished this, hope, very soon.
May turned back with a significant |
smile in Kittys direction to the contem- |
pIation of her figure in the mirror, and |
Mrs. Trumbull went on patiently receiv- |
all sorts Of sharp reprimands and direo- |