The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1891-07-09

not love Kitty the less for being quite
uniirtatious and devoid Of little arts BY
which to deceive her father.
Mr.. Childers with stern. parental dig
| nifty had said 70 her. kitty, II there has
ever been any spooning between you and
that fellow Mark Spoford It must be
broken Oh. Do you hear me. girlT
"Yes. sir, !" sadly
"Well. now. mind what say; I would
cut of daughter Of mine with shill-
ing who would dare to disobey me in
such case. With shilling, dye hearT
ayes. sir. meekly.
IF be dares to write to you, Kitty.
you must send his letters back unopened.
Dye hear. Kitty"
ayes. sir" tearfully.
That was all. and Kitty had never
thought Of disobeying. When Mark was
ct home she avoided walking out, and
always drove In the carriage. She kept
away from all the windows on the Spot
ford side Of the house. She never ap-
peared on the veranda. Already she
had returned Eve Of Marks letters IN.
opened. and had sent back all the books
and little presents be had given her.
But. strange TO say, when that great,
breezy, all pervasive Mark was at home
the Childers house seemed to tingle with
the knowledge In some mysterious way.
from foundation stone TO the highest
tendril Of wisteria sporting above its
chimneyA Kitty never knew precisely
when he was coming, but she was al
ways conscious Of his arrival She saw
him through the back Of her head. heard
him whistling about the Spohord garden
even when all the doors and windows
were closed and curtains closely drawn.
while she stifled herself in the sewing
rooms on the wrong side Of the breeze.
The cat mewed MARK has come" the
birds sang MARK has come" She felt
as IL his eyes were following her in the
darkest corner Of the house. There was
q suppressed excitement about Kitty on
such occasions that made her eyes bright
and her pulse uncertain, and she was
always starting and looking behind her
at the least noise.
Mark, however, did look upon 1t as
very malicious in Kitty that she seldom
frequented the drawing room on the
Spoford side Of the house unless Rigsby
called Rigsby. Marks hated rival. the
young dude favored by old Childers be-
cause Of his neutral temperament and
large bank account. Rigsby. according
to Marks estimate, was fellow who ran
all to clothes and manners, who would
have thought it a capital sin to wear q
shirt collar Of any but the most modish
cut, who held his elbows at q particular
angle and grasped his cane in the middle
with serious acrimony, and was the ex.
treme swell and anglomaniac Of Little
field Whereas Mark Spoford, whose
thoughts were always wool gathering,
never knew whether his trousers bagged
at the knee, or his coat wrinkled In the
back, or his necktie was screwed under
his ear. n he went alone to the tailor
TO buy Q suit It was generally too short
In the sleeves, leaving his big hands and
wrists exposed in q somewhat ridiculous
fashion But people never laughed at
Mark The fellows at college had tried
It once or twice in . practical way, but
after that they grew sad and meditative
when SpoffOrd was mentioned, and when
they met him II was noticed they treated
him with marked respect. he was like
some big dog that has not a particularly
beautiful coat. but you would not care 10
monkey with him more than once. There
was something lordly. too. in his great
shapely head. looming above all the men
about. that made him observed in all
companies There was nothing malicious
In Marks feeling toward Rigsby. he
contemplated him o. q good natured.
Shlggy big dog looks at . stylish little
one-with the amused, desire Of taking
him gently by the scruf Of the neck and
rolling him over in the mud. The idea
that Kitty. his Kitty. elected and fore
ordained from the foundations TO be his
own, should care for tailor made Rigsby
was too preposterouG
Now. Is Mark paced round the garden
bareheaded and in his slippers he was
mildly melancholy. Il was . beautiful
June morning, and every rose and lily
on its stem spoke to him Of Kitty. He
chafed at the thought Of the obstacles
that piRheaded. obstinate old Childers
had put between him and his true love.
Every fiber Of his large person seemed to
be enamored Of Kitty q different way,
% that his heart was only the seat and
center Of this confederation Of loves. As
he stood looking vaguely up at Kittys
window above the spikes Of the brick
wall it occurred to him that It would be
an easy thing to rig up a telephone be.
tween the two houses. He, who was so
expert in telegraphy and allied sciences
could do 1t in a few hours. but what
would be the good II Kitty refused to
speak to him along the wire1 Mark had
never studied these things rs related to
the art Of love making. BE had never
heard that they had been Of the least use
in melting the hearts Of obdurate fathers
or winning over lovely girls to disobey
their parentA
Now, rs Mark strolled disconsolately
about the garden, kicking an occasional
pebble out Of the path or STOPPING to
pluck q ripe strawberry, he spied lad.
der near the hothouse. It was only the
work Of 4 moment to place itagainst the
wall in q secluded spot under . low
branching apple tree, which gave him
the opportunity to spy upon the Chill
deFs' domain without being Seen. Mark
stealthily mounted the ladder and peeped
over into the other garden Grip, the
great mastiif, lay Just below, with his
paws extended out Of the straw Of his
hutch. and his great. moist, black muz-
xle resting upon them, his inhAmed eye,
however, active, and the tip Of bis tail
lashing rehectively the ground, while he
mapped now and then ct an unwary ay.