Nevada County picayune., 1891-12-10

son Farm would be sold at auction on the following Tuesday, at the Merchants Exchange in New York City, on behalf of the holder of g forcclosed mortgage.
 "Foreclosed :" gasped Mrs, Kip son. "Why. it was only few months ago that they wrote us to know what we intended to do about it."
 And we did-nothing," said Kitty, who, over her mothers shoul- der, had read the letter with sorrow ful, startled eyes.
 What could we do?" 1 meant to ask Deacon Jackman's advice, " said Mrs. kipson. "or to borrow money from Cousin Hunt Halliday out in Jersey. But somehow there never seemed to be q good chance. l don't see why on earth these peo- pie should be in such hurry"
 And she began to cry in weak conyulsive manner.
 Don't fret, mother, dear,' said 1 Kitty. Its too late for that solt of thing now, Don't you think we might talk to Mir. Ross about it!"
 Il don't want Mr Ross prying into my affairs" said Mrs. Kipson.
 But, mother" pleaded Kitty, every one says what excellent judgement he has, and how
 "Oh, everybody, everybody" re- torted Mrs. Kipson. "And you, 1 suppose, are willing to fall down and worship hlm with the rest!"
 "Indeed, I've no idea of doing any such thing" said Kitty, burst ing out laughing in spite of herself, And she felt, more than ever, that this was no propitious opportunity to broach the subject of her engage ment.
 Next Tuesday, At the Mer- chants Exchange, New York 1! Sold at auctlon,"
 Mrs. Klpson unconsciously repeat J ed the words to herself as she wan dered up and down the rooms, view l ing the familiar hooks and corners which she should see no more. It was plain, unpretending farmhouse but it was her home. She had no other place to go. Kitty might get married to Mr. Ross-she thought it more than likely that such thing might transpire--but she wasn't going to play otherin-law in any mans house. The Ross place was a fine one, she knew-they had re- gently built on a two-story addition, with dairy at the back, and put in spring water and a gas machine. ] But the house never yet was built that was big enough for q man and his mother-in-law.
 Poor Mrs. kipson, She was lonc- ly now. She was losing home, Kitty, everything,
 1t isn't as if were young" she thought. "Fm over forty now, and there's only the downhill of life left for me"
 In her minds eye she bcheld her. self, like old Hester Morris, passed on from relation to relation, an un. welcome guest eyerywhere-a de- pendent on grudgingly given charity.
 It would be better to live with Kitty and MT. Ross than that" she thought. kitty is at least my own child. And :hen, if Dear me, Mir. Ross, how you startled me Pm sure never heard you knock. "
 Mrs. Kipson sunk, pale and con- scious of heavy eyelids and red eyes, into chair. It was all coming now Mr. Ross was going to ask her for Kitty, And of course she must be prepared with some answer or other on the instant.
 'I did not knock" said MT. Ross. "I found the great door open, and so l came directly in. Am l dis turbing you|'
 "N-no," said Mrs. K,pson, faintlv. "Wont you sit down."
 And even while she spoke, she could not help acknowledging to her self that Mir. Ross had a frank, open face and pleasant way with him.
 Il don't wonder Kitty likes him., she thought.
 II have called to see you, Mrs. kipson, about myself" said Mir. Ross, plunging abruptly into his sub Iect, 'l am thinking of marrying again.
 Yes" faintly murmured the