Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1893-09-02

Kit raised her eyes, a depth Of sad re-
proach in them. DO you think 4 would
leave him now. Miss Mary" She continued
IN me same monotonous tone. as Miss Fen
ION hastened TO get her hat 10 accompany
her: Don't come. Miss Mary. 1 would
rather you would not 1 must be alone. for
this little WHILE" she faltered Mother
lows We must get along home day after to-
TO you-to lx things"
Mary Fenton pressed her hand warmly
IN ners IN assurance OF help.
you wouldn't mind. Miss Mary.
couiuh III be where he might see the
mountain You know I can see il at home,
ana II would be something for US to have
yes dear child I will IA a,,,,ht,,, <or
you"
Mary Fenton's eyes were Drumming over
with tears as she stood still I'm the sun
snlne ana watched the young figure. bent
with grief. disappear slowly among tbe
pines.
such devotion. sach unselfslpess. such
bravery. is Godlike," she murmured 10 her
sen. she asked log nothing and gave
Miss Fenton atten led to Kits reouest.
and the day after lSill was iaid AT rest ON
hillside where the glcam OF Shasta could
always be seen.
The next morning she went TO the carnp
and found Mrs. Jones buslly packing en-
more cheerful than usual TIE tents were
down and Kit was lifting the heavy things
Win ncf ana tying
them into the wagon. She wore the sane
OLD blouse and cigarette hat, but al the
puoyancy was gone from h.r fare. She was
very quiet as she called Miss FentOn esids
ana united an old stocking.
Il want TO repay you for-everything"
NO, child. l can never relay YOU, Kit
Kit gazed at her with a looz OF dazcd IN
curry then went on Harvesting the old
faW-boned horse ani hitchst him 10 the
wagon.
1T win be lighter drivin' home" Mrs
Jones observed, as she tucked the last
blanket around the frying Pan.
Mary Fenton never forgot the look of
mute agony that crept into kit's big soft
eyes as she looked at her mother Then she
pulled her hat further Town over her face
with the same old gesture, as she Chamber
ed into the high seat OF the wagon and Iook
the rains, while her mother got up beside
her.
You win have a long. hot drive" Miss
Fenton said stupidity.
oh. wen stop with folks ove- righ. and
1t Will be real pleasant, Mrs. Jones an
swercd. tying her ylnbonnet strings
Mary fentcn climbed up on the wagon
whee! and kissed Kit warmly ami whisper
ed, 'Ill take some shasta lilies 20 his
grave. L viii remember"
Then a cracking OF the long willow switch
that served for whip. the old horse start
ed Up and they were gone
Mary Fentca watched The bobbing OF the
short reddish curls amid the clouds OF dust
until a turn in the road hid them. then she
sat eoNh uhutF pine, covered her faco
with her hands and cried.
She sat there for some time. At last she
heard a footstep cracking the dried pire
needles and looked I'D.
Dick she exclaimed. with a start and
began, womanike. smoothing the rufiied
hair on her forehead.
thought you were never going to wrfte.
SO came 10 you" He held out his hand
TO her. Il came on the morning train
missed you at the tavern ana was told that
You were over in this direction, helping
some protegees of yours. Crying, little
woman. He caught sight of her tear
stained face. then ticking IL between both
MS hands he said tenderly: Now, Mary,
tell me. have you decided
The answer came very family, Yes.
DICK Then half To herself she repeated
Kits homely words: eff folks have got
each other in this world they've got All
that's wanted. On. Dick" she continued.
with the new enthusiasm shining IN her
eyes, enthusiasm that she had always voted
bad form-''the noblest soul I ever taw has
gone from me today"
Mary Fenton's life was blessed by K,t.s
unconscious hand. and poor little Kit far
away on her Oregon land, toiled LOYALTY
looking up at night at Shasta's white peak.
and praying that soon she might fold her
hands and that she and Bill couif be happv
together somewhere above the great white
mountain.