The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1892-09-09
CHAPTER u-CoNTISUED.


down the stoOp bareheaded into the bit
ing air and closing the carriage door
with his own hands.
Then he returned to his guests, who
We're wondering at his absence. He
heard a voice whispering in his ears
above the gay strains of the music.
You've lost everything said the
voice; you and Kitty are Paupcrs!'
But when people asked him whittier he
had gone he made light answers, and in
the very teeth of a generally announced
departure he babe the musicians strike
up polka and danced at his merTiest
pace with two or three different part
ners.
The farewells now followed, and ez-
cePt for Kathleen, her mother, his sis
ter, Mrs. Van Santvoord, and five or six
other loiterers, the rooms were soon de
serted.
You're TO dine with MS this even
ing" Kathleen said to him.
Mo- can't"
You can't! Why-has anything hap
Pened?"
Yes" and he quickly told her of the
suicide Of his Uncles partner.
1T viii cause great trouble, you un-
derstand-pecuniary trouble. 1 am
afraid that there is disgrace behind the
suicide. It looks as il Chichester had
robbed the firm of large amounts" He
hated to tell her that her wealth had
vanished into air, though he felt secure
ly certain that she would brim with
compassion and devotion the moment
that she learned the full truth. Had they
not had many sweet confidential talks
together before their engagement and
since? And during such talks had he
not seen straight into her frank, disin-
terested young soul? Long ago, how
ever. he had realized that her mother
was the essence of cold-blooded, mum
dane ambition, and that she had sane
toned her daughters betrOthal from
motives that were in the main sOrdid
ones
Don't mention money losses to your
mother, my dearest he said. II would
rather speak to her on that point my
self" Then, with n meaning pressure
of her hand, he added: IF don't see
You again this evening I shall be
weetched. But must talk with Kitty,
and after that my poor uncle, who is
half-erazed by the suddenness of this
blow, viii need me ct his house. Still,
viii try to get to You, but if / fail for
give me ana pity Ine.'
Very soon a-teryvard kathleen left
with her mother. 1t CHANGED that
Alonzo noted the parting look which
Mrs KcnnCird swept about those lux
urious rooms. It seemed to say, that
3 installed here, mistress of all this grace
and grandeur" And Alouzo, with q Sc
cret catching of the breath, bethought
himself Of the dizzy downfall which
this wOman's ambition must soon sus
tain. He pitied her; it was his naturl
10 do that, and yet already he could fee
his spirit stirred against her by force.
of untagOnism and revolt. Whai
trouble might she not make, in her i'm
Periously disappointed way, for tn,
daughter whose bright nuptial futur,
would have grown null2 But thanl
Heaven, Kathieen's love was proc
ugninst all suasion of this merely sordit
kind. Against that stanch fortress tbs
maternal guns might thunder futile
broadsides.
lust as Mrs. Van Santvoord was glid
ing from the room her brother and she
met face to face. He had been down
stairs, putting the KeunairJls into thcil
rather shabby hired carriage. His eyes
were sparkling @ little unvvontedly, anG
he had not the least tint of color.
''Oh, Kitty he sSid, II forgot to tel
you something N-ish you'd stay her,
about ten minutes or SO longer, won
yOu2'
''Stay?'' yvhined Mrs. Van Santvoord
and she looked toward the gentleman
at her side He was her latest caprice
and she rarely appeared enywher,
Without NM ne naQ an amber mus
tache and babyish blue eyes
give promised MIR. PettigEevv," sla
began, CHAT
You'd walk home with him. In
ished Afonzo. Jack will excuse vol
this once, I'm sure And he laid
hand on the shoulder OF hIr. Pettigrevg
who instantly produced n smile tina
was a union Of hswless teeth and fvv
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. dimples.
=. But when her Jack had gone an
she was left alone in the vacated draw
ing-roorns with her brother. Mrs. Va
Santvoord gave a long, bored sigh
II told them not to bring the car
rage. Lonz," she fumed, dropping int
chair Hector said he might tur-
up, but he hasn't. and you know he neve
does any earthly thing that he promise
he'll do. So now you'll have to sen
sAe home in your carriage, for it's frees
fngly cold outside, let alone being dazs
rs pitch And I ought to have e
home an age ago. I refu8ed the Bal
tholomew's dinner because it's Pasr
areh's ball night. Oh, know you're nc
going because for some reason the KeI
nair6s haven't been asked But that
nothing 70 me. LoIlzs you Aaoyy, an
I've promised to dance the sofilion wit
that dear. lovely Mark tia2hattR2,