Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1892-07-23
GREAT SUCCESS.

As she sat in her rooms in Doughty
street, Bloomsbury economically
lodged was Kitty. for she saved money!,
slipping her morning cup of chocolate,
she seemed a shade less lively than
usual. Under her curly fringe Of
brown hair there was a temporary but
sufficiently distinct furrow of thought.
1t locked very much out of place,
this temporary furrow of thought; for
its present p~atroness had much to in
duce her 10 assume an aspect of joy.
I'm a months time she would shout
her "Swan Song" at the music halls.
A quiet wedding, ands then as Mrs.
Herbert Easelton she would embark
on a life of dignity aud peace.
Herbert Easelton was a very decent
sort of a fellow as fellows 90. Ger
tainly he painted vagae, misty land
scapes. for which nobody crayed in the
least: but. as compensation, he him
self thought a good deal of them.
For the twentieth time Kittie Bull
Ter, leaning back in the chair with her
forehead still wrinkied, kicked her
loose slipper in the air, and for the
eighteenth time on her silken-stock-
inged toe caught it. A double knock
at the street door made her jump up.
She called over the stairs:
SIS that a telegram for me, Mrs.
Munro?"
mo, miss; it's only an ADVERTISE
meGt from the diapers"
Kittie muttered something harsh
about the draper and his ways, and
then ran into her bedroom. I'm a few
moments she re%appeared, dressed to
20 ont.
The disturbing fact that Herbert had
not As usual called, and that no ex-
planatory telegram had arrived. did
not permit her TO forget that she had
TO rehearse n new song. She kissed
the portrait of her sweetheart and
went down stairs.
as there"
"No, miss, not yet" sang out the
landlady.
As soon as she reached the hall Kit
tie hurried TO the office. There, also,
was no telegram. With just a suspi-
cion If a tear in her eye, she went to
rehearse a new and merry song.
She sang il three times, danced three
times, the band showing at each turn
obvious and palpable signs of improve
ment; and then she tried through her
funny limitations Of a cafe-chantant
girl, and made the band laugh like
anything.
Are you sure there isn't one there?"
said kittie, trying to crane her neck
round the half-open door; "have YOU
looked among the B.'s?"
"Wite a bit, miss. wife a bit. Don't
be in Il 'urry. Wot's this?"
4 small telegraph boy was sumter
ing through the corridor.
Name of Buller?"
Kitty ciutched at the telegram impa-
tiently and tore it open.
Can not see you to-day. Have e~xcellcn,
news. VIII try 10 write tomorrow.
Herbert.
Kitty gave a little sob, crushed the
little flimsy pink sheet into her mufI
and stood for a moment undecided.
Then she took from her purse a dozen
pieces of silver aud looked at them.
They were nearly all heads. and she
went ont and hailed 4 hanson. "Bur-
lington studio. Langham place"
my dear Kittie. said the cookbook
ing young fellow Chair brushed over
his forehead a shade too much, and a
trace of weakness about the chin) who
opened the door, why, / wired you
and-and-"
Il know, dear Bert, but ! cooldn't
understand"
Then Miss Kittie Butler did a very
silly thing. She fell into Herbert
Easelton's arms and tainted.
When she recovered she was in the
large, worn arm chair near the we'll
Uttered table, and Herbert was stand
ing near.
"How absurd of you. Kittie," he
said, testify, and a little ~awkwardly.
ut always gives n chap a hump TO see
a girl fainting about, don't you know.
Such capital news, too. I've got. Per-
haps III better not tell you if you feel
Mt all off color"
"Tell me-" said Kittie.
you'd never guess. l reckon I've
just about hit the bull's-eye this time.
It's in all the art columns. Look
here" Herbert took up an evening
paper of the previous days date and
read:
Ii is sometimes complained that our
young artists are not sufficiently en-
c~ouraged by those to whom the world
has given gold. There are, it seems.
exceptions. A young artist whose
merits have not hitherto found appre-
citation "a disciple of Corot)has through
the firm of Tablou IL Co., of Old Bond
street, just sold two pictures for e.
500. The titles of the works are "A
Cloudy Evening and "Mist in Hyde
Park,"s The artists name is Herbert
"There!' said Herbert, with a kind
of nervous joy-"what do you think Of
that, my little ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
-eh?"
Herbert went TO a cabinet, brought
the liquor stand and poured out some
brandy. Added to Ii from a syphon.
success to MI. Herbert Easelson,"
he cried.
Success 10 Mrs. Herbert Easelton,"
cried Kittie.
Herbert stopped. There was silence,
broken at last by a nervous little laugh
from Kittie.
~Rittie. | think ought ought to
be quite frank with you. / hope YOU
Il hope you won't mind what I'm 90
ing to say. You see, when we ar
ranged to get married / had never
thought Of such a solid success rs this.
They were saying last night at the
Hogarth that there was really no rea-
son why shouldn't get on splendidly
If | took sufficient pains.
5 I've been thinking that / ought
TO get you to release me. / must be
cleveyT even than | thought, don't
you kN :, or l shouldn't be selling
pictures Tor f1.5o0. and it might do
me a lot OF lnrm il il got wind that I
was going TO marry.
Miss Kittie Butler, Of the principal
music halls" said the voice behind the
muf.
That's just it. my dear-that's the
point. I'm so glad you look at tho
matter % sensibly. You see, this e.
so business is only the beginning.
I'm bound to get on now. sand II you
don't mind"
-Do ! understand" said Kittie, firm
" ~fhnf vousd pnthor aof vn.rrv ma Pc