Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1892-07-29
HER OWN WORK.

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dignant eyes-great, brown eyes with a
golden light In their depths which made
tho small. oolorless face al times posi-
lively radiant.
We were sitting on tho stairs at Mira
Crampton's last ball. There was always
o crush at tho Cramptop mansion. and
Kitty and had made our way out OF
the whirling vortex Of dancers at immi-
hent risk Of life and limb, and had glad
ly sought this last refuge. Every other
corner, every room, every niche seemed
overfowing with gayly dressed people
In groups, but moro often 10 pairs.
laughing, chatting. flirting. And sit-
ting here. Just behind the marble statue
Of Psyche, had accused Kitty Hath
away Of being fiirt
Well, II looked Hike 10, must confess,
for she was always surrounded by On nd
miring group, upon whom she lavished
impartial sweetness. looking all the timo
30 demure and innocent as To almost do
ceive mo. |, Alan Gordon, aged twenty
Ave. had never been In love In my life.
II wero one Of the crowd Of cavaliers
who knelt at sweet Kitty Hathaway's
feet IL was only because she was 30 alto
gether bewitching that ! had no choice
In the matter. Tonight her Airtations
had exceeded their usual limit.
"Miss Kitty"-l assumed my most
| magisterial xpression-"don't you know
that II Is WRONG to flirtY
"Is III" with swift glance, quickly
withdrawn. "Who-who flirtsf Oh.
yes, know. You arc referring to Annie
Merton. ] must confess she does, or
rather tries, 30 fiirt successfully; but
don't believes she understands the art
"Annie Merton, indeedr feel my
self getting indignant. can ola maid
Of forty at leastl You know perfectly
we'll that l am referring TO certain
brown eyed maiden surnamed Hatha-
way. Miss Kitty, II Is shame for you
30 break al these loving hearts"
She laughed clear, ringing laugh.
"Bahl Nonsensel You men have no
hearts TO break. Your hearts arc petri.
fed, ossified. fossilized, and all the rest
| Of It. You DO not know what 10 IL TO
love woman truly, steadfastly."
kitty, stop! You arc wrong, and you
know II. You know that ! am not
foolish. flirting fellow. You know-or
you ought to know-that love-
"Mis kittyi I beg ten thousand par
dons, Gordon, but this Is my dance.
The Manola, Miss Kitty; and you did
promise 10 to mo-"
I felt like annihilating tho tall young
man who had made his way with diff
Guilty TO our secluded corner. But there
was no hope; she must 60. She rose.
and l fancied regretful look In the
lovely brown eyes as she turned TO mo
and deposited her bouquet-a magniA-
cent collection Of orchids-in my hand.
"Keep 1t until ] return" she whis-
pered. "If survive this waltz I Will
be back here; 30 don't 60 away
Ny eyes met hers; smiled and nodded
and then she was gone. And all a&
once 10 occurred 10 me how dark end
dreary the place had grown-whst dull
affair tho Champion ball had become
and how missed Kitty Hathaway.
And then something else occurred TO
mo also-something that oa,ne crushing
down upon mo with Sudden force, neor-
ly depriving me Of my sensee. Iawoke
oil ut once to tho fact that loved her
7. Alan Gordon, who had long looked
upon love and marriage as O remote con-
tinsency-nn accident which must be-
fall me some time, but not now. Oh, no!
] was my own master; o fortune OF
half million had fallen 10 mo year
ago, and was quite alone In the world
save for my mothor. She had given mp
the bopo of my falling In love, for not
tho slightest fancy had ever troubled
tho peaceful waters Of my existence.
But was awake at last to tho knowl-
edge that whilo ] had been dreaming
love had stolen In at tho door Of my
heart, and aroused myself 10 O realiza-
ton OF the truth when II was too late to
bar the intruder out
While eat there. with Kittys or
. chids IN 10y hand, my eyes dreamily
watching the Coating white robed fg-
ure-she was all In white, o feecy,
gausy, diaphanous material striped with
sivef thTeads-and occasionally inter
oepting o sly glance FROM the merry
, brown eyee FROM over her partners
shoulder, Mrs. Champion. with her
daughter Cara in tow, made her way
with difficulty TO my sido
"Deor pe, Alan, what place 10 sit,
to be suref' Mrs. Champion had known
me all my life. and always addressed me
by my given name "Vou have not me,
Clara since her return from school. My
DEAR with o swift glanoe into Mis-
I Clara's hace, "this Is your old school.
L. Yaate and playfellow, Alan Gordon.
q You arc five years her senior, Alan.
Now pm going 10 leave you two TO re-
new old friendship, whiie I 90 10 Mrr
: Marcy yonder. decloYe, the old lady
n is looking faint nud illr
/, mo wonder, tho atmosphere Is sti
ttng," Thought, as mado way for Mis-.
u Clara, who sunk into the seat at IN,
n side which Kitty had vacated.
q slender, painfully slendey, young
lady yae Miss Clare Champion, witt
pale biue eyes and pale yellow hair, ant
, ah afr Of lansuos.
, Just 500 Kitty Hatbawayr' ejaculat
ID that young lady; "how overdresse,
sy,a 4 and sba dopcoo oil the <i,,,at O..