The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1891-01-02
DECIDED BY CHANCE

had lust 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 poolin
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 a
sigh of infinite relief. lone more days
gone!" said she; and Kitty and lilly,
Swimming cream in the cool cellar, made
haste with their work so as to finish
without the light of a candle, and as
they worked they talked and laughed
lightly, as 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 exc
out their slender allowance of pocket
money by assisting the harassed land
lady in "busy times" Kitty was a ra-
diant blonde, with hair just warmed
with red, eyes of mischieyous 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
jetty lights, and q small head set with
imperial grace ~ 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 T." said lilly, enthusiastically.
Il mean TO have him!" said Kitty,
waving her skinner above a fresh pan.
Il like that" ironically observed lilly.
eve always pined to be an artists
bride" said Kitty.
eyes" interrupted lilly, land I have
made up my mind to city life. This
country vegetation don't suit me! /
must marry a city mani"
Kitty covered up the stone cream jar
with a little clink.
well, how are we going to settle this
matter said she, with a laugh. "We
both want Wayne Hillardl We're both
determined to have him."
"Draw lots" suggested lilly. Moth
ing like chance for determining a question
like this. Oh! l say. Kitty, this pan
leaks. Give me n e of the new ones. l
do like a new milk pant makes one
think of sheets of silver"
mo, we won't do that-it's too hack
neyed," said Kitty. "Ill tell you what
we'll do, lilly. Mr.. Hillard never
comes into the house without going
straight into the milk room for a drink
of new milk. Mrs. Mix always leaves a
little brown pitcher there for him. Well,
we'll leave two pitchers, n 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 ch~eerfully give him up to you'll"
Girls, L should think you'd be
ashamed of yourselves"
lilly gave a great start; Kitty colored
until the freckles looked like a fleet of
tiny brown boats on a sea Of scarlet.
Mrs. Mix was at the head of the stairs,
glazing down at them like an indignant
tabby cat.
"We-we didn't mean anything"
feebly uttered Kitty.
W. "SAO Ohiy hidhiuS LUZ. luuI-
INJURED lilly.
at amt the sort o fun they used to
make when | was a girl" said Mrs. Mix.
I'VE 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 I heerd every word you said.
Here's the platter O fish. Put it in a
cool place, not too neal the milk"
Kitty Farrar and lilly Grey looked
guilty at each other, and INDUCED in a
surreptitious litter when the door closed
sharply.
"Do you suppose she did hear it ALP
said lilly breathlessly.
ut isn't a 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 a squatty
white ware specimen, with a 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 stairs they could see Wayne
Hillard come direct to the little milk
room and take up the white pitcher.
"There!" whispered Tilly, spasmod-
ically squeezing Kitty's round little arm.
But the white pitcher was empty. He
Get it down with a smothered exclama-
Won Of impotence, and Selling the flow
Ing blue poured out a glass of cool, foam
ing milk and drank it. Then he walked
out again.
"Therel" retorted Kitty. He took
my pitcher after ALL"
"But he took mine first"
Don't be shabby, lilly. If ever any
thing wa 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"
s'Tll see about that" said lilly reso-
lutely.
Hush" cried Kitty. Whats that
Some one giggling. It's Tom"
'No, it isn't. Tom has been sent up
to Spotswood farm for half q dozen ducks
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