Passaic City record., 1891-07-25
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was peering out.
''Oh" she gasped.
George saw a tall, elderly lady, in a
black bonnet and veil, standing in a
calmly waiting attitude.
'sIt's Aunt Calista," Kitty said, her
blue eyes solemnly fixed in Aunt Calista's
direction. ~ didn't expect her at all.
Mary and Celia said she never met them
she always sent her man and the cart.
Oh, dear, what would she think about
about it2 She would be shocked the
very first thing. think she'd send me
home again. Don't get off the train
with NEEDN'T take my checkl Oh,
dearl Lift it was anybody but Aunt
Calista. You don'tfeel angrya You see
how it is?"
She gave him an imploring look,
which he told himself he should never for.
get, and was gone.
At the latest possible moment-the
bell was beginning to clang-he stepped
from the train. There stood Aunt Ca
lista and Aunt Catista's niece-he seemed
to see nothing else. But he cast no
glance at them. He strobe past at as
wide range as possible, grimly smiling.
"George Floydl" Aunt Calista called,
sternly, s.come back here!"
The young man went back, hat in
hand, dazed and staring.
ssMrs. Westl" he stammered.
"Certainlyl" said Mrs. West, looking,
behind her veil and her glasses, distinctly
displeased. nDidn't you see me9 My
niece, Miss Kitty Brooks--Mr. Floyd
George Floyd, very old young friend
of mine, Kitty, if I may express it SO.
And you came on the same train as
Kitty9 In different car, I supposed
You would certainly have known her if
you had been in the same car, Georgea"
sT-don't know. l."
He lowered his eyes. At Kitty he
did not dare look.
81 told you expected my niece to-
day, George Floyd" said Aunt Calista,
in half real and half pretended dis.
pleasure. "To-day, and on this train.
And you engaged to call on us this
evening. Do you remember that, George
Floyd2'
"Yes, Mrs. West"
He stood like an awkward shoolboy
with his epiece" forgotten. He remem-
bered; and he remembered the tall.
rather cold and severely stylish girl he
had fully expected to see.
"Very well. I'm sorry you were not
in the same car. You'd certainly have
known that this was Kitty, and you
might have introduced yourself and
made it pleasanter for her., George. A
long, warm trip like that alone
WE'LL"
Aunt Callsta changed the topic with a
gracious wave of the hand, and sudden
ly turned her niece squarely toward her.
Her look was proud, admiring and ap-
proving one, as well it might have been.
81 EN- glad to see you, DEAR" she said.
"We'll walk home. Matthew is ill to-
day. I'll send your trunk by the stage,
and we will walk, the day is so beauti-
full. You may come, George"
He looked at Kitty behind Aunt Ca
lista's digniied back.
'sShall we tell2" his twinkling eyes
asked.
And she shook her head, turning it
away to hide her shy smile.
But the time came when she did tell.
It was some months later-for Kitty's
visit to Aunt Calista exceeded in length
Mary's and Celia's put together. And
when Aunt Calista had come, very prompt
ly, to realize that her youngest niece
was no ''hopeless" hoyden, but sweet
and charming girl to whom young men
"took" surprisingly, and when Kitty had
come, not quite SO promptly, to see that
Aunt Calista was, after all, very little to
be feared and considerably to be loved,
then Kitty told her about it. But she
told it as sequel to her engagement.
Aunt Calista looked at her over her
glasses, and then kissed her on both
pink cheeks.
sand am glad it happened so," she
said, heartily.-Saturday Night.