The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1892-05-20

wanted to surprise her. Can it be am
too late?'
noticed shade of disappointment
cross his handsome face, Ss told him
he was too late, but it quickly cleared
again, as | held that cruel, false letter
toward him, saying, in my most allur-
ing tone: Here is letter she left for
you, Harry; perhaps that will be a lit
tie comfort to you
HE fiercely grasped my hands and
begged me to tell him it was not true.
"'Harry, ! whispered, going close to
him. she is so unworthy of you, could
you not think of some one else, some
one not very far away, and marry her
right away, just to let Kitty know you
did not care?'
THE next minute could have bitten
my tongue off for saying those silly,
foolish words, for he cast such a look
of bitter contempt on me that / was
glad to beat hasty retreat.
Nearly an hour passed before I
heard him leave the house and pass
slowly down the gravel walk. The
cruel work was dope now, and what
had gained? | had committed an act
that should live long years to bitterly
repent Early the next morning we
were startled by a messenger galloping
up the walk and hastily handing my
mother a telegram. For a minute my
heart seemed to stand still as my moth
err, with trembling fingers, tore open
the envelope. With face pale as death
she read aloud the few terrible words:
Kitty is dead; horse threw her; she
died almost instantly. Come at once.
81 stood rooted TO the spot, horror
stricken. saw my clothers pale
face, heard her give orders con-
corning the preparations to be
made, knew she kissed me good
by and told me not TO grieve so.
l saw her depart upon her sorrowful
journey; yet did not realize anything.
All l could hear were those awful
words my mother had just read. Sud.
denly my great crime dawned upon
me. 1t seemed as if was her murder.
err | might Just as well have slain her
with my own hand Had it not been
| for me she would not have gone away,
and now she would have been well and
happy, instead of being so stiff and
cold in deaths embrace. Then
thought of Harry, poor, deceived Harry.
All | could do was to go to him, confess
all and receive the curses l deserved.
How my heart ached for him now.
With my head almost bursting with
pain / started madly off to tell him
what a sinful creature had been. As
seated under COOL shady tree. his
dark, curly head bowed sorrowfully in
his hands. AS l approached he raised
his head; / noticed how changed his
handsome, boyish face was.
How / told him | never knew. / re-
member he madly cursed me. / de-
served it. ] knew it, yet they seemed
to fall all UNDECIDED by me. My brain
seemed to be burning mass. longed
to lie down on the cool, green grass
and die. / started homeward, but
only staggered on few steps
and fell senseless by the dusty
roadside. l knew no more for weeks.
"They told me afterwards how they
had brought poor Kitty home. No
mark of violence was seen excepting a
small dark spot on one white temple.
They robed her in white, such as she
had always worn in life. Beautiful
she looked, even in death. A smile was
frozen on the marble face. In death
all must have been peace. They told
me how madly Harry had grieved call
ing upon her to forgive him for think-