Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-04-20

day afternoon, on which occasion she de-
ternined 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
| 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 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
| 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
| naughty belief in himself. He had never
| said a harsh word to any one beneath
him, but perhaps those of his own kin
| could tell 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!
4aik nj
servant! And here, in this very gall
! lery, Rosie, the judge youngest daugh-
| ter, had sat for that picture to the young
artist whom the old man later denounced
| as a thief because he had stolen the
heart Of the judges favorite child All,
welll il was an old story but 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 q paper from q foreign land
with notice of her death had reached
| the Judge to strike 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
| days later without recovering his con-
| 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 young Diana
"POOr Aunt Rosie, - murmured KITTY,
| turning around to old Hannah, who had
drawn near. ''I wish had been older
when she went away-DeThaps she 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 nopened-there had
been silence until that message from the
grave.
"Now, Hannah - Kitty said more
bTiskly, 1--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 OH planning everything in the
sweetest way for the children she called
her Gardeners. -
An hour later she was at friend g
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
asylums 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, ''called out Mays voice,
with note of anxiety in it, and entering
the luxurious room Kitty saw that her
column was in the agony of being
HtTied on. - A very hard-worked,
painstaking-look little dressmaker
was fitting q waist pattern on Miss
Stuart, the long chevsl glass rejecting
both figures and faces. Nays pretty,
dissatisfied young countenance and
1.-THE form-the wOrkwoman's pinched
and snxious-but with something very
sweet and attractive in its thin lines. The
brown hair, threaded with silver, might
once have been as glossy as May s own
the dark eyes, how full of care, as spark
ling-and the thin lines of the cheek as
firmly rounded.
May glanced over her shoulder with a
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 Kitty's direction to the contem-
plation of her figure in the mirror, and
Mrs. Trumbull went on patiently receiv-
all sorts of sharp reprimands and direo-