The Press., 1890-08-21
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 Summer advanced with ardor, waxed and waned. The cool of the year drew on apace. The groves about Fernwood turned from emerald to ruby and gar net, then sobered down to dull topaz. Katherine was much out of doors with Star, who had not been well through the summer. Twice had he lain very low. She had called Dr. McNeil, the old Scotch physician, from Southwick. Notin pride, not in revenge had she called in the new and forsaken the old. Katherine was very humble now. Her past was ever before her, sometimes to accuse and reproach, always to humble and soften her. No one would call her proud now nor naughty. But she had csSled Dr. McNeil in order to spare herself and out of pity to herself.
 ''I cannot endure to see what I have lost" she thought; sthat might have been mine, but which now belongs to an other"
 She did not know that by so doing she was wounding yet more that true heart which was trying to believe that Kath- erine Weatherly would never more be 6u51U OO Ah1LS UlnU Oy 4CJOSUAhS9 AAAo help-which she had promised never to do-she had cast away forever all thought of him.
 On one of these fall mornings, as she walked the wood paths with Star, gath ering the few late wildfowers, John Pidgin came through the grove, market basket in hand, on his return from ''relic huntin'," as he termed his marketing, in his contempt for northern grown garden stuff. GAS purity as & pictur'p' he ex- claimed aloud as his appreciative eyes caught sight of the beautiful mistress of Fernwood, her lilac gown dropping down in long folds from beneath little shoul- der wrap very soft and white and cling ing. Her crown of snow white hair ah, white now as the driven snow-her dark brows and darker eyes, the hutter- ing pink of her cheek, formed 8 picture indeed, so quaintly sweet, so poetic one might fancy she had stepped down from an old bit of Dresden china into the midst of the dry autumn wood and the dying year. Little Star at her side was very like his mother in feature, the same straight brows and brilliant eyes, His dark coat and scarlet cap were in pretty contrast to Katherine's garments -so dainty and ethereal in coloring.
 John Pidgin's admiration of "the Missus' was unbounded. He had stood patiently for hours, and sat uncomplain ing1y on relentless wooden chair for many g. half day while Katherine made various charcoal attitudes and oil stud ies of him. His plain but honest face hung in the Loan exhibition at North End for the benefit of St. Luke's hos pital and the mission to Ramapatam, the study being chosen rather for it's vigorous execution than for any ideal qualities in the subject.
 ''I heard tell some news over to North End, Miss Katherine" began John in his drawling voice. ''The Methodist minister is welcomin' his seventh daughter (Bib1e number) and both the nusses are leavin' St. Luke's today. Miss Loomis is goin' to polish up at a tumor-and- cancer hos pital in New York, and little Miss Stuff fer is goin' home to get married"
 Katherine bent low over clump of goldenrod, her whitening face deep in the feathery blooms.
 "She has purity face, little Miss Suffer, and they'll miss her voice in the choir come Christmas and Easter" con- tnued John.
 Still no response. .5.
 Wonder how the cowboys and ranch CTS will appreciate her singin'-Te Deums and such," John chuckled with a sense of his superior culture. ''She's goin' to live on the frontier, you know"
 Katherine turned like statue on it's pedestal.
 "Whom does she marry, John?'
 "Oh, some blood relation or other, uncle or cousin, they say. That's con- trary to Church O England doctoring. Miss Suffer pears middlin' pious, too. I reckon she must have skipped the last pages of the prayer book. Torn out, per haps."
 But Katherine had fled the place.
 "What ails your mother, Star, boy? l think she's took with chill or faintin' spell. She looked so scared like, and as white as this celery stick that's been un- derground for months and just come to the light O day. Let's go in and see."