Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-10-18

after we were engagedY"
Eyes. l didn't see it, but everybody who
did thought it"
Wonderful, OF course that is, they
thought it policy to tell me so. Well, I
mean to take il with me, that portrait. and
work on it in Saltravia during leisure mo-
ments. I've an idea of sending it her as
wedding present if can ever make it really
fire She'll marry, beyond a doubt. That
American pnsh' of her mothers will sue
ceed, why not? Kathleen's beauty will re-
sist even the horrible reputation of for
tune-hunter which Mrs. Kennaird is SO
industrious IN lifting to monumental
heights.
',You love her Just as much as ever, don't
you, Lonz?" said his sister, with pity-kin-
died eyes.
He threw both hands impetuously into
the air, and then let them fail at his sides
with the gravest gesture Of detection.
Il love the memory Of my lost faith in
her"
Kitty sighed. It seemed to her such a
shame that this lost brother, in whose force
and worth her superior knowledge of him
had always taught her to believe, should
not be able more speedily to divest his heart
Of passion which could not but swell the
tide of disaster whelming him. For to
poor, weak monev-worshiping Kitty he had
come out of trial with such a splendid grace
and strength. Yesterday a Evbarite, with
his Wallets and his scented baths his prince
ly wardrobe and his dainty despotisms as a
virtuoso, his etfeminate caprices and his
pranks that now trenched on Stiffness, now
might have wrung smiles (vou would think
from bronze Dante, he was to-day not
merely full of serious reflections and aims,
but mentally sinewed by the will to work
and The philosophy that fouts despairing
collapse.
III she saw how brave he is" unused
Mrs. VaG Santvoort, "she would feel
pang OF establishment, not to speak of
shame"
But she had already felt her pancs had
Kathleen, and writhed under the sudden
scourgc of conscience welded during those
intervals when resentment fell to mapping.
News of his quiet fortitude had reached her,
and of the stanch honor with which he had
treated debts that another might e1cusably
have shirked. For good while she had
hoped that he would write her the sort of
letter which might at once destroy and re-
construct But no such letter came, and
constantly il occurred to her that the sole
cause of its not coming was her own frigid
farewell The terms of that farewell were
stern as though written in the blood of a
diving passion. He must have felt this; and
vet on his own side had he not called forth
hsrshness by intolerable execrstions?
LET it be understood" Kathleen at
length said to her mother; 'T shall now
never marry" She spoke with eXtrems
hsrshness; ii was tone which Mrs. Ken
nsird had of late learned to respect, Just as
some sovereign, in times of altering popular
tradition, might begin to hold more and
more perilous the surly grumbles of the
proetariat
"Mv dear" was the reply, marriage Is
such a strange affair. If all roads lead to
Rome. then it should be called the Rome of
human experiences; for it is approachable
by countless different avenues
81 shsn't ever reach it through the ave-
nue. Of disappointment" exclaimed Kath-
leen. REST very sure of that"
"Oh, no, " smiled her mother; mot If you
choose otherwise. There always remains
the route"
'Of ambition?" Kathleen broke In,
giving her delicate head weary toss. 'Oh,
you forgot I've travelled bv the road
already, though the journey has been only
half wav"
Kathleen" said her mother, biting her
lips.
Yes" rang the girls voice, full equally
of satire and defiance. "I know every mile
mamma, and an excellent one you've
made.
Kathleen! Kathleen!'
"Eow m sick to the soul of this whole
hideous business, People are making fun
Of Us behind our backs worse than they did
after that disgusting episode at Dendudlon
Hall"
Disgusting, my child?"
"YeS: there's no other word, and YOU
know it. heard Yesterday (don't ask me
who told NE, for I'll answer ''ves" to everv
hY-inT 11roN that rbav' l1ipor
the salesiadv' since my engagement was
broken. Well, I've only this to say.
kathleen went on, throwing back her
small, dark head with an effect as uncon-
sciouslv beautiful as it was forlorn: 'I'n
no longer be tTotted round at your pleasure,
silence
''1lo, mamma, I will speak out was
silent 700 long in those English days, and
now I'll take stand that you must recog-
nize. "
'I'll not recognize it! You die spinster,
indeed. When I've really made great
match for you. Some dav you'll thank me.
Let them sneer at us. They're all precisely
IS we are. I've done no more than every
mother does with daughter as handsome |
Rs YOU are. won't let you fling yourself
away. No, not for ten years yet Fortu-
nstely you're beauty without being a
pieces after they are hve-and-twenty. |
You've MY coloring, dear, and you should |
be thankful for 1t. Look at nv skin for a |
woman OF my age. One hates to be stupidity |
vain, but I'm a great advantage to you |
when we appear together. You're proph- |
ecy: I'm fulfIlment. That means great |
deal to the men. Zone of them with the |
least DiCe+y OF feeling would care to marry |
girl who would degenerate into beefness. |
and you'll he handsomer still than Though |
pay Try yrp11rSplf inst n : I Wantl |
you're taller and you've bend of the nos |
trii, carve of the cheek, an archness about |
the way the eyelid is fitted over the eyeball |
RnC the way in which Il lifts or drooDs it |
seif, which your poor, dear father gave you. |
And there are your positively unique dim |
pies, my dear"
want to play the Jockey who shows my |
points OF you forget that there's no pur- |
chaser present. An if ever the purchaser |
comes, mamma, warn you Will take meas l
ures to spoil your coveted bargain
Mrs. hennaird shook her head with a |
grandly amiable disapproval. She never |
showed q hint of ire when Kathleen was in |
one Of these desperate moods-and they |
were moods that recently had grown fire. |
quent. Her diplomacy, OF which she had |
large funds, forbade any such course and |
her maternal ambition, which was fathOm-
less and fter q fashion sublime, weighted it
with an added veto.
you'll never wreck your own prospects, |
my dear, when the time comes The star of
your destiny has meant for you better things
after all tnan to be the wife Of that eccen-
uric and some what vulgar AlonZo Lispenard,
who, when stripped Of his money, was in no
sense
please don't refer to him." struck in
Kathleen. 'lf you do, shall simply leave
the room
"On, very we'll my dear. Let us talk OF
other things. II you're sensible you'n 80 |
with me to the Dil!worthys' this evening.
Its true, they're entirely now people, bat |
they've pushed themselves in and at this |
stage Of their social audacity 1t would be alb