Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1890-09-04

ard. "No-you can't have the rod
Clear out, and remember for the future
never to tattle"
Tom Mix retired much discounted
and Wayne Hillard began to paint, but
as be painted he pondered
''If I'm really the sport of BATTLE" said
he, II ought to surrender myself at once
Pretty little beauties they are-fair and
dark, like a sunbeam and a shadow, side
by side!
How happy could be with either
Were rother dear charmer away,
I Kitty Farrar is my possessor, eh? | dc
really think | ought to have given that
young marplot the fishing rod after all. .
He laughed as the idea grew in his
mind; yet more ana more he liked it.
He had noticed Kitty and Tilly oftener
than they had dreamed of He knew
I that Kitty was the clergyman's niece,
and that Tillys dead father had been a
colonel in the civil war He was quite
aware that they We're pretty and grace
full, with sweet low voices, and pictur-
esque way of wearing flowers in their
hair.
They began Il joke. said he to him
self, "Ill finish it,
Kitty Farrar was spreading table man.
kins out to bleach on the grass beyond
the lawn tennis court. Tilly stood hold
ing the basket for her when Mr.. Hill
ard approached. But the instant they
saw him Il gentle ice of indescribable
dignity froze around them. They recog-
nized his greeting as two young duch-
esses might have done.
Il can't do if. he told himself. and
fell to talking about the weather. How
he wished that scapegrace Tom had held
his tongue. But after that he observed
Kitty quietly and often
''She is a violet in the shade" he
thought a dewdrop hiding from the
sun. Yes, really think shall ask her
to marry me, but | would like my I'm
Gle Churchill to see her first.
Uncle Churchill arrived on the scene
"a handsome middle aged lawyer. with
dark eyes and a shrewd mouth.
(Which is itY said he
'Oh, You must decide that for your
self" laughed Wayne.
"That's hardly fair. said Mr.. Church
hill.
':It's so important that you should be
entirely free from bias or prejudice. "
pleaded Wayne. ''At the end Of a week
let me know what you think.
At the end Of the week Uncle Church
i'll reported
at can only be lilly Grey" said he
"She is perfect-simply perfectr
''Tilly Grey" repeated Wayne. ''She
is very pretty girl, admit: but as com
pared to Kitty Farrar"-
81 can only say what l think, said
Uncle Churchill.
Take another week to consider it,
said Hillard.
Il will" said Uncle Churchill.
Kitty and Tilly, however, were not
entirely unobservant Of matters, and one
evening when Churchill and Hillard re-
turned from a days fishing two stolid
German madchens were waiting at
table. The girls had gone home.
Their folks wanted them. Mrs. Mix
said regretfully.
"Well follow them" said Mr. Hillard
sotto voce.
can excellent idear said Churchill
promptly.
Kitty Farrar sat on the doorstep of the
old house with black kitten in her lap
when Mr.. Hillard came up the walk
She colored like a carnation.
''You see have found you out" said
he. kitty, were you running away
from me-"
"Not-not because | was afraid an
swered valiant Kitty.
We'll, wherever you run for the
future shall follow" said he, because
love you, Kitty"
And it was not until the little diamond
ring that had been his mothers was
safely fitted on her finger that he mis-
chievously alluded to Toms betrayal Of
the state secret.
"You know, said he, ''that have be-
longed by right to you ever since took
up the blue pitcher
Kitty's eyes flashed
But you took up the white pitcher
firstr' said she. go back to Mitilda
Grey, if you please; | shan't detain
you"
Il couldn't if wanted to" said
Wayne. Miss Grey-if she chooses
to be my aunt Besides, blue is my
color" with his eyes fixed on the knot of
ribbon ut Kitty's throat.
" MIR Churchill is very handsome
mar" said Kitty solemnly, "and do
think Tilly fancies him Oh. am 50
glad!r
Lets walk over to the Grey farm
and congratulate them, said Hillard
"But, cried Kitty, 1--WE viii neither
Of us ever be married if you dare again
to allude to the-the two pitchers.
mo that we will mott said Tilly.
And Tom got the jointed fishing rod
after all. He didn't deserve it, but what
sort of a world would this be if people
only got their deserts. Shirley Browne
in F1reside Companion,
This Old Man Keeps Score.