The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1894-06-29

~ surely must hnd some way oil
earning my bread" said the girl. Ell
only ] knew which way to turu!'
cts II pity, amt It," said Mrs
Hall, industriously shaking the table
cloth out at the back door, greatly to
Old Lanterns satisfaction, THAT Obed
Stilton amt back from sea? Second
mate he is now, amt he?"
Kitty colorel deeply, anl dropped
flowing blue cup on the table,
fortunately without its sustaining any
damage.
''It would make no difference to me,
whether he was at home or not" sail
she.
Mrs. Hall st,rel.
"Why, ain't We keepiu' company?'
she bluntly demanded.
Kitty shook her head, and stopped
to pick up ~ two.tined fork vain dc.
yice--to hidc her bushes
"No." said She, eve never were en-
gagedl'
"But he used to come to your house
Sunday evenings, stcaly?'
'That was nothing"
low," observed Mrs. Hall. MS she
spread a red-and- black table-cover on
the table.
Kitty criel COOL deal the first,
night or two of her sojourn at the
Widow Halls, but youth md health
are cheerful elements, aul PRESENTLY
she began to smile again, espec tally at
the gradually revealed ollitics Of Mr..
Benjamin HigGs, the boarlcr
'lsn't he homely?' said she to her
hostess.
"Wcil-no lot Jest ex,ctly home
ly," said Mrs. Hall. ~ don't deny
that his nose is IL little t. one side,
and his eyes amt pretty color, nor
his teeth amt exactly reg'lar. OF
course he amt got profile like Obel
Stilton had. But he's got dreadful
pleasant face, especially when he
smiles, and he is handy bout the
house. He whitcwashed my buttery
ceiling bettcr'n old Jubal Jones
coulda done it, and the way he fixed
the stove-ovcn can't be beat"
'Do you think he is young?"
"Bout thirty, guess"
'oD. ne must Dc 1OrtY.
.,.~ - oiucl Iolks than forty in
the world, said Mrs. Hall. young
people, they don't think nobody has
no business to live artcr they're six
teen years old. But they find out
afterwards.
One day, however, Kitty-who had
gone to the barn after eggs-came
crying back to the kitchen.
"Fll never speak to that man
again. sobbed she-''ncver Oh, |
hate him-I hate him.
Claws sake, child, what's the mat.
tcr?' cried Mrs. Hall.
cold Lantern is deal. l saw him
shoot her."
"Mr. Higgs, Shoot Old Lantern?"
''.She sat there right on her nest in
the haymow, under the big beam
where tho sunshine comes in. She
knew me, for | saw her black eyes
sparkle like glass beads, just as they
always do when she catches sight OF
me and thcn-anl thcn-oh, | never
can forgive him !" walled KITTY.
'But never hcerd no gun &C off,"
sail Mrs. Hall
And Mt the sam" moment Mr.. Hiygs
cane in, bcaming and exultant
"I guess | did it that timn," said
he.
Kitty could only flash m angry
glance at him, but Mrs. Hall eagerly
inquired.
"Donc WHAT"
'Got n tirst-rate picture OF thar old
L. lad I.,,, I.n,
That's the sort Of picture he added,
complacently, that sells better than
all the waterfalls and picturesque
ruins going. A bnby in hammock,
a dog asleep on the kitchen floor, u
kitten playing with ball that's the
thing that catches the public eye.
And I've turned n trump crrd this
time
While Old Lantern herself, flying
cackling past the window, set her lit
tie mistress heart at rest
81 took his camera for gun, she
confessed to Mrs. Hall. ooh, how
foolish | was!'
":ohoot your pet Dominique, Miss
Cotton! Why" erie Mr.. Higgs,
"what do you take mo for? wouldn't
harm q feather of her old head, not
for n dollar
And Kitty whispered to Mr. Hall
that night:
'I think he is choking when he
smiles and shows those white teeth Of
his--don't you?'
Before the little green pears on tn
big tree nal assumed the size Of
vest-buttons, Benjamin HiggS hal
asked Kitty Cotton to De his wife.
"I'm not rich man, snid he, "but
I'm able to keep n wife. And that
photograph Of Old Lantern on her
nest--it just went off like wildtire.
The barn interior, you know, and the
wisps of hay in the sunshine that came
through the cracks, and the big beams
oyeIhca,i-everybody bought 1T. I've
tried half dozen times to repeat the
experiment, bat she never would sit
still for me.
Kitty bent her head down over
Lantern, who was contentedly pick
ing corn out of her hand.
"Fhc dear old thing" whispered
she. "Good luck came here with Lnu.
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