Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1891-10-22
HIS WOOING.

kitty, Kitty, run and turn tn,
white COW out of the ciover-fleld
And, bless me, there are all the tur
key chicks out dragging themselve,
In the dew, and the pony has broker
his halter, and is kicking up his heel:
IN the middle Of the pansy bed!"
Kitty Kipson ran, first this way
and then that, now scolding and now
laughing In the extremity OF her be-
wilderment, until the COW was safe
in her paddock once more, the pony
tethered in his stall, and the turkey
brood restored to the sunny quiet OF
the farm-yard. And then she came
in, flushed and rosy, and resumed the
beating of eggs and sugar for cake.
Mrs. Kipson sighed. She was rather
plaintive little woman, with fresh
complexion like girls, blue eyes,
and a trim figure, which still re-
tanned its youthful curves.
1T seems as If everything went
wrong this morning." she murmured
"And it's all Mr.. Ross fault"
~Oh, motherl"
"Yes, it is" persisted Mrs. Kipson.
~He left the garden gate open when
he went out this morning. / declare
don't see what brings him here so
much"
"Neighborly kindness, perhaps, :"
said Kitty, demurely, beating away
at the creamy mass that surged to
and fro beneath her wooden spoon.
"Ncighborly nonsensej" retorted
her mother Il do hope, Kitty, that
you're not seriously encouraging that
mani"
"Why shouldn't seriously encour-
age that man, mother"
Hes twice as old as you are" said
Mrs. Kipson, pausing in the act Of
buttering the pans, and wistfully gaz-
ing at Kitty's round, rose-like face.
well, he might be that, mother,
without being so very old, mightn't
hep"
"He's a widower," resumed Mrs.
Kipson. "And widowers have no
business to marry again."
'Nor widows neither, mother?"
archly.
"No," snapped Mrs. Kipson, "nor
widows neither. Now, il YOU are
through with the cake, Kitty, the
oven is ready"
Kitty went singing about her bak-
ing that morning--and as she sung
she cast glance ever and anon at
the weary-looking little woman who
was mending the torn Spots in the
parlor curtains.
Il won't get married, if L have to
leave mother here all alone" she
thought. Mothers life is hard
enough without being deserted by her
Dnly child. If she only would like
Mr.. ROSS little.
Presently old Deacon Jackman
came along from his daily jaunt to
the postoffice.
Here's letter for you, Sister Kip
son." said he, with the York post
mark on it,"
Mrs. Kipson took the letter and
held it in her hand, while she and the
deacon discussed the chances OF a
plentiful peach crop, and sighed over
an epidemic which had lately broken
WITHOUT. Hnu Wien the Old man fiad
SlOWAy away SnC OpCu
the buff-colored missive.
"It's from Della Jane, she thought
"to let me know how she gets along
In the dyeing and securing business.
But it was not from "Delia Jane.
1t was short and curt, in lawyers
hand, notifying her that the old Kip
son Farm would be sold at auction or
the following Tuesday, at the Mer
chants Exchange in New York City
on behalf of the holder Of fOreclOseC
mortgage.
"Foreclosed!" gaspcd Mrs. Kipson
"Why, IL was only few months ag'
that they wrote us to know what w
intended TO do about it,"
sand we did-nothing, said Kitty
who, over her mothers shoulder, hat
read the letter with sorrowful
startled eyes.
"WlIat could we do? / meant to as
Deacon Jackson's advice" said Mrs
Kipson, ~or TO borrow money from
Cousin Hunt Halliday out In Jersey
But somehow there never seemed I
be good chance. don't see why o.
earth these people should be in sue
a hurry"
And she began to cry in a weak
convulsive manner
Don't fret, mother, DEAR sal
Kitty Its too late for that sort 0
thing nowl Don't you think W
might talk to Mr.. Ross about it?'
Il don't want Mr.. Ross prying int
my affairs" said Mrs. Krson.
-But, mother" pleaded Kitty, "e'