The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-09-13

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colored pitchers-I don't rightly under
stand that; but ruther think you fell to
Kitty's lot, and she was awful tickled
,and"-
Look here, Tom" said Mr.. billiard,
leisurely turning over his tubes of color,
don't it strike you that this is very like
telling tales out of school? It isn't like
ly the young ladies meant you to repeat
these little jokesr'
But they was dead in earnest,
| wheezed Tom
Much you know about it, said Hill
ard "No-you can't have the rod.
Clear out, and remember for the future
never to tattle."
Tom Mix retired much discounted
and Wayne Hillard began to paint, but
as he painted he pondsred.
eff I'm really the sport of battle" said
he, Il ought to surrender myself at once.
Pretty little beauties they are-fair and
dark, like sunbeam and shadow, side
by side!
How happy could be with either,
Were t'other dear charmer away,
Kitty Farrar is my pessessor, en-? l do
really think ought to have given that
young marplot the fishing rod after all. a"
He laughed as the idea grew in his
mind; yet more and more he liked it.
He had noticed Kitty and lilly oftener
than they had dreamed of. He knew
that Kitty was the clergymRn's niece,
and that Tilly's dead father had been a
colonel in the civil war. He was quite
aware that they were pretty and grace
full, with sweet low voices. and pictur-
esque way Of wearing flowers in their
hair.
They began joke" said he to him
self, "rll finish it,
Kitty Farrar was spreading table nap
kins out to bleach on the grass beyond
the lawn tennis court lilly stood hold
ing the basket for her when Mr.. Hill
ard approached. But the instant they
saw him a gentle ice of indescribable
dignity froze around them. They recog-
nized his greeting as two young duch-
esses might have done
Il can't do it." he told himself, and
fell to talking about the weather How
he wished that scapegrace Tom had held
his tongue. But after that he observed
Kitty quietly and often.
''She is a violet in the shade" he
thought. "A dewdrop hiding from the
sun. Yes, really think l shall ask her
to marry me, but / would like my I'm
Gle Churchill to see her first.
Uncle Churchill arrived on the scene
"a handsome middle aged lawyer, with
dark eyes and shrewd mouth.
Which is it?' said he.
"Oh, you must decide that for your
self" laughed Wayne
That's hardly fair" said Mr.. Church
hill.
ITS so important that you should be
entirely free from bias or prejudice, +"
pleaded Wayne. AT the end of a week
let me know what You think"
At the end of the week Uncle Church
i'll reported.
at can only be Tilly Grey" said he.
''She is perfect-simply perfect"
"1illy Greyr' repeated Wayne. "She
is very pretty girl, admit; but as COM
pared to Kitty Farrar"-
Il can only say what | think" said
Uncle Churchill
Take another week to consider it,"
said Hillard
81 will" said Uncle Churchill.
Kitty and lilly, however, were not
entirely unobservant of matters, and one
evening when Churchill and Hillard re-
turned from a days fishing two stolid
table. The girls had gone home.
Their folks wanted them" Mrs. Mix
said regretfullv.
We'll follow them" said Mr.. Hillard
soto voce.
"An excellent idear sGd Churchill
promptly,
Kitty Farrar sat on the doorstep of the
old house with black kitten in her lap
when Mr. Hillard came up the walk
She colored like a carnation.
lyon see 1 have found You out" said
he. Kitty, were you running away
from me-"
"Not-not because I was afraid" an
bNeTeu valiant hlILS.
We'll, wherever you run for the
future shall follow" said he. because
love You, Kitty"
And it was not until the little diamond
ring that had been his mothers was
safely fitted on her finger that he mis-
ch;svously alluded 70 Toms betrayal of
the state secret.
You know" said he. THAT have be-
longed by right to you ever since l took
up the blue pitcher"
K:tty's eyes flashed.
But you took up the white pitcher
frstm said she. Go back to Mitilda
Grey, if You please; l shan't detain
you"
Il couldn't if ! wanted to-" said
Wayne. Miss Grey-if she chooses-is
TO be my aunt. Besides. blue is my
color" with his eyes fixed on the knot of
ribbon at Kitty's throat
Mr.. Churchill is a very handsome
man." said Kitty solemnly, land l do
think lilly fancies him. Oh, am so
glad!"
Lets walk over to the Grey farm
and congratulate them" said Hillsrd.
But, cried Kitty, I'VE VIII neither
of us ever be married if you dsSe again
to allude to the-the two pitchers"
NO, that We will not.' said lilly.
And Tom got the jointed fishing rod
after all. He didn't deserve it, but what
sort of a world would this be If people
only got their deserts
anne sIanaser Uone.
Patrick Harris, the theatrical manager
who died suddenly at Bay Shore. o l..