Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1890-10-16

who has received a mortal wound. Was
| it, then, po5@.b:s that he had been so
fatally mistaken? That al this time
Kat Tie ;+.n-:O1 had only been anus
! jig herself at bis expense:
- --i1s T. break a entry hc2rt
T.. pastimc. ere ST. vent 70 town"
While up in her own room Kate Bless
ingto1 burst into passion of tears,
whether of pain or pleasure, she could
hardly tell
Il liked him so much" she sobbod
out. ''Oh, dill like him so auckland,
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-
clos recipe for salad-dressing, never
came to pass.
The old housekeeper in the Fifth
avenue mansion stared when she opened
the door to Miss Blessington, who had
driven up to the front steps in a 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, ''he just amt, and
that's fact"
"Gone to his club?"
''No, 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 married?'
''Married?"
Miss Blessington sat down in the big
hall-chair.
''My uncle9 And to whom?
ITO Miss Nina Grey!"
nina Greyp' gasped Kate. "Pris-
ella, you must be dreaming. She's
younger than 1 am"
/. 81 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. 1 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 he had done all that
could possibly be 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 10 shift for herself, as Nina pre-
ferred no divided rule in the Fifth av-
enue mansion.
Poor Kate!
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.
II may stay here tonight, l sup
pose?' she said with CULVER in her
voice.
"As long as you please, Miss Kater
cried the old woman.
NO" she returned more firmly; this
is no longer my home. Only-only
havo 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 back to the old farmhouse
among the Berkshire hills.
''YCu are surprised to see me- said
Kate, with faint smile. "But-but
things have altered with me. My uncle
has married a girl younger than myself,
and turned me in civil sort of way,
to he sure-out of doors. ! have got to
work for my living now. And there are
so few things, short of genteel starva-
ton, that a woman can do! So I
CHANGED to remember what you said
about a school-teachcr being needed at
tAe 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 l
thought that perhaps Charley-Mr. Dag
gett-co1ld see the trus tees for me, in
a day or two"
Certainly" said Mrs. Daggett. "And
you're kindly welcome, Miss Blessing
ton, back to the old farm"
But Kate cried herself to sleep that
first night in the sweet old room, where
the sweet-brier bushes sent up so subtle
O fragrance, and the walls were papered
with blue-and-white stripes.
$50 you are back, Miss Blessington"
said Charley, when he met her, the
next day.
Eyes, am back"
"And you want to go to teaching?"
"Yes."
"But once heard you say you detest-
ed school teaching"
$50 do"
''Then why do you teach?"
because" confessed Kate, crimson
ing, ''there is no alternative"
You would rather teach school than to
be farmers wife?"
ST haven't said sol" said Kate, biting
her lip "And it's very wicked of you,
Charley-Mr. Daggett, mean-to taunt
me So"
"KateP'
''Well-CharleyP
evil you be farmers wife, nOp?"
"Of course l will be-if you ask me?"
Because there is no other alterna-
tive?"
"No-because love y0u, Charleyp
So they were married; and Kate has
been heard to declare that the kindest
Office Uncle Blessington ever did her
was to send her back to the peaceful old
Daggett homestead.
"For," she says, ''a farmers is the
most independent life in the world
next to that of farmers wife."-Jane
A. Lewis, in n. Y. Ledger.
Coffee is far more delicious when
made with eggs than it is without. One
egg to teacupful of ground coffee is
about the right proportion for rich
extract, but less than this can be easily