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


when the door closed sharply.
"Do you suppose she did hear it
all 7" SAID lilly, breathlssSly.
at isn't hanging matter il she
didp declared Kitty. Quick
get the pitchers! Take them in
The back way. | hear him coming
now"
"Oh, il it's come to your know
ing his very step"-
DO hold your tongue, Tilly ~
On the Whitley secured milk
room shelf stood the two little
pitchers, one of old flowing blue"
the other a squatly white ware
specimen, with a crystal clear tum-
clear beside them. In Kitty haste
she had forgotten to fill but one,
and as the two dimpled faces peep
ed from the twilight darkness at
the head o! the cellar stairs they
could see Wayne Hillard come d.
rect to the little milk room and
take up the white pitcher.
"rhere!' whispered Tilly, spas
medically squeezing Kilty'S round
little arm.
But the white pitcher was emp.
ty. He set il down with smolh-
cred exclamation of impotence,
and seizing the flowing blue pour
ell out a glass of cool, foaming
milk and drank it. Then he walk
ed ont again.
"There |" retorted Kiltv. "lle
took my pitcher alter ALL"
"But he took mine first"
''Don'I be shabby, lilly. If ever
anything was rejected your pitch
er was. He is mine."
Nonsense, Kit! By all the
rules of love aud war he belongs
to me-"
81 mean to have HIM, anyhow"
"l'll see about that" said lilly
resolulely.
"Hush y cried Kitty. What's
that? Some one giggling. It's
Tom
mo, it isn't. Tom has been sent
up TO Spoiswood farm for half a
dozen ducks for Sundays dinner.
It's your guilty conscience, Kit,
that's all"
"I'll tell We, mister, said Tom, "ii
you'll promise never to let on who
it was, and if you'll gimme that
ERE j'nted fishin' pole of yonrn as
We don't use no more"
81 don't think care much about
your news, Tom," said Mr.. HiIIard,
who was just settling himself for a
mornings sketching by the river
heights.
"Oh, but you will when you hear
it," said Tom. "Mother says, says
she Girls, you'd orter'd be asham
ed of yourselves And Kit Farrar
she said she knowed your step,
and Tilly Grey she said she lowed
to marry a city teller like you, and
then they agreed to chance it.
And there was something about
two colored pitchers--I dor't right
ly understand that; but / ruther
think you fell to Kitty's lot, and
she was awful tickled and"
'Look here, Tom,' said Mr.. Hill
lard. leisurely turning over his
tubes Of color, "dOn't il strike you
that this is very like telling tales
out of school9 1t isn't likely the
young ladies meant you TO repeat
these little jokes"
"Bul they were dead in earnest"
Tom.
"Much you know about IT." said
Hlllard. "No-you can't have the
rod. Clear out, and remember Tor
Ihe future never 10 tattle."
Tom Max retired much diScom-
flied and Wavne Hillyard began to
paint, but as he painted he pom
Tered.
III Pm really the sport of bat
lie, !" said he, 81 ought to surrender |
myself al once. Pretty little beau
les they are-fair and dark, like a
and shadow, side by side |
"How happy could l be with either,
Were t'other fair charmer away"
Kitty Farrar is my possessor, Ell? |
do really think ought TO have
given that young marplot the fish
ng rod alter all"
He laughed as the idea grew in
MS mind; yet more and more he
liked il. He had noticed Kitty
and Tllly oflener than they bad
dreamed of. He knew that Kitty
was the clergyman's niece, and
hat Tilly's dead father had been a
colonel in the civil war. He was
quite aware that they were pretty
and graceful, with sweet low voices
and a picturesque way of wearing
flowers in their hair.
They began a joke" said he to
"l'll finish itw
Kitty FsTrar was spreading table
napkins out 10 bleach on the grass
beyond The lawn tennis court.
rilly stood holding the basket for
her when Mr.. Hillard approached.
But the instant they saw him a
gentle ice Of indescrihable dignity
rroze around them. They recog-
nized his greeting as two young
might have done.
81 can't do ~" he told himself,
md he fell to talking about the
weather. How he wished that
Tom had held his
iongue. But after that he observ-
d Kitty quietly and often.
"She is violet in The shade" he /
IL