St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-02-24
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1-l---W iiat 90 yOu'-WnaU do you
mean, Andrew?''
''She has told you, has she notP You
VIII give her to me, John-Kitty, my
dear little Kittyl''
The room was going round and round
John Faulkner. and he clutched the
arms of his chair despairlngly. His
dear little Kitty! Oh, good heavens!
One of them must certainly be mad!
Andrew Lindsay seemed to be rather
disconnected at his silence, and appar-
emily thought that he diSapprOved of
the unusually informal mode of his pro-
cedure.
With curious struggle for his ordin-
airy ceremonious manner, he said:
perhaps [ have not expressed N.Y.
self just as clearly as l would wish to
do. | am here, John, to ask your con-
sent to my making your sister my wife"
here was no doubt about it. 1t
seemed to John Faulkner that the world
had suddenly turned upside down; but
those were Enthusiastically the words he
heard. Kitty and Andrew Lindsayi
Andrew Lindsay, the man of all
others to whom he would have
wished to see her married, if such a
blessed possibility had ever entered his
head. Andrew Lindsay in love. and in
love with Kittyl And Kitty-Kitty In
love with Andrew Lindsay! All HIS
trials and anXieties to end in that? But
Norman! What about Norman?
Your he gasped at last. you 10
Then he rose impuisively to his feet.
MY dear fellow, my very dear fellow,
there is no one in the world / would
rather--I had no idea! i thought-An-
drew. old fellow, we must be dreaming.
There is surely some mistaker'
YES. Jackie. there is. 1 think it's
yeurs.''
1t was the merest whisper, tremulous
with mirth through all its occurrences;
but both men turned in the direction
from which it came, as if it had been
the report of a cannon.
There stood Kitty, with her head
hanging down and her cheeks scarlet,
and the next instant Andrew Lindsay
was standing at her side, with both her
hands IN his.
you will give her to me?" he said;
and before he could frame an answer.
John Faulkner's small remaining guam
tity of presence of mind was reft from
him by the astonishing spectacle of Kit
tvs disappearing in Andrew Lindsay's
embrace.
"Kittyr'
Kitty emerged-partially
Pm very sorry, jack she said, with
surprising meekness. 81 forgot it was
quite impossible. Is itquite impossible,
Jack.''
kitty, Kitty, Fm-I'm utterly as
founded"
Eyes, Jack" very demurely.
"Kitty, IL"
Eyes John.'' with an information of in
telligent interest.
"Kittyp'
Eyes, John JULIUS" with the gravest
assent.
Then. quite suddenly, the mischief
died out of her face, and the mockery
out of her voice, and she ran into her
brothers. arms.
"Jack!' she cried, as she lay a wet
cheek on his shoulder, Forgive me,
my dear old Jack. Ill never be
naughty again. l couldn't, you KNOW"
with pretty imitation of Andrew
Lindsay's soft Scotch speech. ION,
am happy, l am happy, dear. Oh, Jack,
how can he care for such little wicked
thing as | amp
''But what about"
Its all right, Jack. Truly it is.
And, apparently, it was, though it
was some time before John Faulkner
could thoroughly realize that all his
troubles were over, that Norman Lind
says sufferings were so slight as to be
hardly perceptible after the first shock
of surprise.
He was not of a constant turn of
mind. and he and Kitty had evidently
understood one another's ways very
well indeed.
John Faulkner wondered for some
time what Andrew Lindsay had thought
of the proceedings from which he him
self had suffered so acutely.
A little judiclous fishing on his part
convinced him that, from the moment
when she welcomed him to her brothers.
house, anything and everything that
Kitty might have chosen to say or do
would have been perfectly good and
sweet In the eyes of Kitty'S victim.