The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1890-11-28
DECIDED BY CHANCE.

a
fire. had just descended behind the
fringe of elm trees on Meadow
Hill, and the parched sumner
was free to breathe al last. Wayne
Hillard, finishing his sketch of the
fern shaded pool in the glen, drop
ped his pencil aud inflated his
lungs with the fragrant oxygen,
Mrs. Mix, cleaning trout for the
murrow's breakfast, in the kitchen,
sighed sigh of infinite relief.
Zone more days gone!" said she !;
and Kitty and Tlllv, skimming
cream in the cool cellar, made
haste with their work so as to fin
ish without the light of candle,
and as they worked they talked
and laughed lightly, as girls will
do.
Who were Kitty and Tllly ? Why
they were Mrs. Mix's "hiIed help
the rosy daughters of impecu-
NOUS nei&hbOrS, who were more
than glad to exc out their slender
allowance of pocket money by as
sisring the haraSsel landlaGy in
'busy times" Kitty was q radi-
ant blonde, with hair ust warmed
with red, eyes of mlschlevOuS
gray, and a complexion that would
have been perfect were it not tor
the sprinklIng Of freckles across
the bride Of The saucy nose. TilIy,
on the contrary, was pale aud dark,
with big. solemn eyes full Of jetty
lights, and a small head set with
imperial grace on her slim should
ers and their voices sounded like
the indlstlnct twitter Of orioles as
they talked and skinned great
leothery sheets of cream and
strained the nights milk" into
broad, shining, pans.
IL think he's splendidP' said
Kitty.
80 do r. said Till, enthusiast
callv.
al mean to have him 2" said Kit,
ty, waving her skinner above
fresh ran.
II like thatg" ironically observ.
ed Tllly.
live always pined to be an ar
lists bride" said Kitty.
Yes" interrupted 1'illy, "and
have made up my mind to a cit,
life. This country vegetation don't
suit me! | must marry a city
manlr
Kitty covered up the stone cream
Jar with little clink.
"Well, how are we going to set !
tie this matterp said she, with a
laugh. ave both want Wayne |
Hillard! We're both determined
TO have him."
DRAW lots" suggested Tilly. |
''Nothing like chance for deter
a question like this. Oh
| say, Kitty, this pan leaks. Give
me one of the new ones. do like
a new milk pant makes one
think of sheets Of silver"
"No, We won't do that-il's too
hackneyed," said KITTY. '1'll tell |
YOU what we'll do, Tilly. Mr.. Hill
lard never comes into the house
without going straight into the
milk-roOm for a drink of new milk.
Mrs. Mix always leaves a little
brown pitcher there TOR him. Well,
we'll leave two pitchers, one white
for you. The other blue for me. |
The one that he selects shall decide !
the question. II it's blue-ihen |
he's minel Ii It's white-I cheer |
fully give him up TO you I"
"Girls, | should think yon'd be !
ashamed of yourselves y
lilly gave a great start KITTY |
cnlored until the freckles looked |
like a fleet Of tiny brown boats on |
a sea Of scarlet. Mrs. Mix was at |
the head of the stairs, elaring down |
at them like an indignant iabby !
cat. "We-we didn't mean any |
thing" feebly uttered Kitty.
"We we're only making fun"
murmured lilly.
cit amt the sort oi fun they |
used 10 make when | was girl,
said Mrs. Mix.
awe we're talking about The |
milk" apologized Kitty. with ex-
cusabie equivOcaiion.
a'Tain't worth while 10 fib," said |
Mrs. Mix. Il was slsndin' jest by |
the winder. and heerd every wor'l
vou said. Here's the platter o.
fish. Put tim a cool place, not too
near the milk" J