The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1891-05-07
DECIDED BY CHANCE.

The sun, great glowing ball of fire,
had Just descended behind the fringe Of
elm trees on Meadow Hill, and the
parched summer world was free to
breathe at last. Wayne Hillard, finish
ing his sketch of the fern shaded pool in
the glen, dropped his pencil and inflated
his lungs with the fragrant oxygen.
Mrs Mix, cleaning trout for the NOR
rows breakfast, in the kitchen. sighed
sigh of infinite relief Zone more days
gone!" said she; and Kitty and Tilly,
skimming cream in the cool cellar, made
haste with their work so as to finish
without the light of candle, and as
they worked they talked and laughed
lightly. us girls will do.
Who were Kitty and Tilly? Why,
they were Mrs. Mix's "hired help"-the
rosy daughters of impecunious neigh
bors, who were more than glad to eke
out their slender allowance Of pocket
money by assisting the harassed land
lady in busy times" Kitty was ra-
diant blonde, with hair just warmed
with red, eyes Of mischievous gray, and
a complexion that would have been per-
feet were it not for the sprinkling Of
freckles across the bridge of the saucy
nose. Tillv, ON the contrary, was pale
and dark, with big, solemn eyes full of
ietty lights. and small head set with
imperial grace on her slim shoulders;
and their voices sounded like the indis-
tinct twitter of orioles as they talked
and SKINNED great leathery sheets OF
cream and strained the nights milk"
into broad, shining pans.
81 think he's splendid said Kitty.
$50 do II" said Tilly. enthusiastically.
II mean to have him!" said Kitty.
waving her skinner above a fresh pan.
Il like thct!" ironically observed Tilly.
"Ive always rlAal to be an artists
BRIDE" said Kit
Yes" interr 4 Tilly, land have
made up my I TO a city life. This
country vegeti.,. don't suit me! |
must marry a G., i2an!
Kitty covered " the stone cream jar
with little chm.
We'll. how are we going to settle this
matter" said she, with a laugh. I'VE
both want Wayne Hillardl We're both
determined to have him."
Draw lots, suggested Tilly. Moth
ing like chance for determining question
like this. Oh. | say. Kitty, this ,~
leaks Give me one of the new
do like new milk pant MA, o..,
think of sheets of silver"
mo, we won't do that-its too hack
neyed," said Kitty "Tll tell you what
we'll do. Tilly. Mr.. Hillard never
comes into the house without going
straight into the milk room for drink
of new milk. Mrs. Mix always leaves
little brown pitcher there for him. Well,
we'll leave two pitchers, one white for
you, the other blue for me- The one
that he selects shall decide the question
If it's blue-then he's mine! If it's white
i cheerfully give him up to you'll"
Girls, should think you'd be
ashamed of yourselves!'
Tilly gave great start; Kitty colored
until the freckles looked like feet Of
tiny brown boats on sea of scarlet.
Mrs. Mix was at the head of the stairs,
glaring down at them like an indignant
tabby cat
"We we didn't mean anything"
feebly uttered Kitty.
1--WE were only making fun" MUIR
INJURED Tilly.
sit amt the sort O. fun they used to
make when was girl, said Mrs. Mix.
"We were talking about the milk"
apologized Kitty. with excusable equivo-
cation.
"'Tain't worth while to fb, said Mrs.
Mix. II was standin' jest by the win
der, and heerd every word you said.
Here's the platter O fish. Put it in a
cool place, not too near the milk"
Kitty Farrar and Tilly Grey looked
guiltily at each other, and INDUCED in a
surreptitious litter when the door closed
sharply
''Do you suppose she did hear it alp
said Tilly breathlessly.
1T isn't hanging matter if she did, ;"
declared Kitty. "Quick-get the pitch
ers! Take them in the back way. !
hear him coming now"
"Oh, If it's como to your knowing his
very step
''Do hold your tongue. Tilly"
On the whitley secured milk room
shelf stood the two little pitchers, one of
old Flowing blue" the other squatty
white ware specimen, with crystal
clear tumbler beside them In Kitty's
haste she had forgotten to fill but one,
and as the two dimpled faces peeped
from the twilight darkness at the head
of the cellar sU.t,.' tAey could see Wayne
Hillard come d.roct to the little milk
room and take up the white pitcher.
"Therer' whispered Tilly, spasmod-
ically squeezing Kitty's round little arm
But the white pitcher was empty. He
set it down with smothered exclama-
ton of impatience, and seizing the fow
ing blue poured out glass of cool. foam
ing milk and drank it. Then he walked
out again.
"There!' retorted Kitty. He took
iny pitcher after all.
"But he took mine first.
Don't be shabby, Tilly, If ev. -
thing was rejected your pitcher was
He is mine"
Nonsense. Kit! BY all the rules of
love and war he belongs to me.
ii mean to have him, anyhow"
"rll see about that said 1illy reso-
lutely.
Hush cried Kitty. Whats that
Some one gigghng. It's Tom.
"No, it isn't. Tom has been sent up
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