The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-06-21

by curtains, where she could look out
upon the SpoRord grounds. It was
gray, cloudy evening, but red spark on
the veranda aud large, irregular
shadow told her where Mark sat gazing
toward the Childers house as heaslowly
pulled meditative pipe. The night air
was ballny, loaded with the breath Of
honeysuckle, and great brown moths
fitted about on stealthy wing. Kitty
sat there a long time, quite sunk in mel
ancholy, her pretty chin resting on her
clasped hands, and watched that little
sympathetic red spark until peculiar
sound issued from the library, and told
her that the old gentleman, her respected
father, had camped on the sofa for his
evening nap. A sudden Thought came
into Kitty's head and made her ears
burn. 81 must have it" she said to her
self. ut shall never be exposed to the
gaze of Lawyer G1undys stenographer..
Kitty stole into the library on tiptoe.
The lamp had been turned low and
burned dimly under pink silk shade.
AS the evening was warm the excellent
Childers had taken Off his coat, which
cut him slightly under the arms, es-
pecially after dinner, and had composed
himself to sleep upon the sofa and coy
cred his face with the evening paper:
only round bald spot on the back Of
his head shone with vague light. The
coat was hanging over chair back, and
the cheerful tune issuing from it's own
er's nose told how deep and tranquil was
his slunber- IL was only the work of
an instant to abstract the scrap of paper
from the red morocco case, and that
night it lay on Kitty's true and loving
heart as she slept. s..
Kitty, however, woke early the next
morning with an unusual sense of peace
and happiness suffusing her soul. A
thunder shower IN the night had put
new gloss on the LEAKAGE of the garden,
and washed the faces of the flowers,
where peariy drops still. hung and trem-
bled with iridescent hues. The storm
wing was furled, but the sky shone with
white and purple clouda, and vaporous
rays streamed across the lawn from the
young light. The Spofford house was
sunk in profound slumber. A verieo
twittered over that way in the glitter
ing dawn anda cstbird sang due west.
Kitty opened her window and looked
out on the perfumed garden, and filed
her lungs with the delicious freshness.
Her golden hair, prettily dissheveled,
shone like a star through the vines above
her windows. She quickly dressed, and
putting ON slippers and a light morn
ing robe tripped down stairs to the gar
den. Toms Siberian niastiff was prowl-
ing about the Enclosure seeking some
thing to devour. His eye infarned and
he growied slightly when Kitty APP
peared, but she patted his coat with her
little white hand and spoke few pleas
ant words, and Grips tail went down
and his carnivorous teeth and belligerent
ear were appeased--such power has
beauty over the beast.
The ladder still stood conveniently nm
der the cherry tree planted against the
wall. Kitty longed to send some little
token to Mark to make glad his heart
with the knowledge that she had read
and interpreted his message Alright, but
she dared not trust to a note, even in
shorthand, lest it should come to grief
like the luckless paper he had sent over
the garden wall. Great clusters of the
La France rose, loaded with rain drops,
were blooming about the back porch.
Kitty, knowing the Language of flowers,
pulled handful, and detaching a bow
Of blue ribbon from her morning gown
tied them in pretty nosegay. White
roses bound with blue ribbon Mark
must be more stupid than she believed
him to be if he did not understand the
message.
She climbed the ladder, a pretty girl
ish vision, with her golden hair hanging
about her shoulders, her little slippered
feet twinkling, frilled petticoats and
Huttering muslfns held in one hand, and
cast the bunch of roses over the wall
without daring to look and discover
where it had fallen. It comforted Kitty
to reflect that if the bunch of roses did
not come into Marks hands no one would
be the wiser, and elated by this thought
she skipped down the ladder and ran
away to her own ROOM But unfortu-
natAly, the wall being high and armed
with spikes, Kitty did not perceive Larry
O'Rafferty below in the strawberry bed,
gathering bowl of the ripe, luscious
fruit for the Spofords' breakfast table.
Now the love missive designed for Mark
fell squarely upon Mr.. oRafsrtys
chuckle head.
As we know, Larry had turned an
amorous eye on Susan. the Spofford's sec
end girl, and was yiciously Jealous Of
Denis, the Childers' coachman. There had
been bad quarter of an hour between
Larry and Susan because OF those
friendly cracks Susan was wont to
hold with Denis on the way home from
early mass. Susan had cried and de-
Tended herself on the ground that she
and Denis had both come from County
Cork in Ireland, aad were almost OF KIN
from the fact that her third cousin had
married Denis brothers wife's sister.
Larry, however, was only half appeased,
and had promised himself the satisfac-
ton Of warming Denis jacket at the flrsf
opportunity Now, when Larry was
pelted with the bunch Of white roses
from the other side of the wall he stood
up, scratched his carrotty head, and for
some time puzzled over the phenomena
silently.
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