Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1896-11-28

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sit wouldn't be right not to, would itP"
Then Kearney went boldly to work to
prove that it certainly would be right not
to.
"But he loves me-" protested Miss Eos
ter.
$50 do-what If he doess You don't
love him."
"But I ought to. Maybe I shall" And
that was all that could be done with Kitty.
Her mother came to the door of the car.
"Kitty, you must come in right away II
your head aches, you can go to bed. F."
My heads better now" she said, ris-
ing. "Can't I just stay up until we get
to Wilcox? l think maybe Carrie, or per-
haps Mr.. Lowell, will be down there
They went back into the sleeper, where
the officers and their wives sat talking and
trying to keep awake one-half hour longer
until Wilcox should be reached The COM
panies from Grant were expected to be
waiting there for the next train east, and
many pleasant meetings might be crowded
into the short delay at the station.
Miss Foster got pillow and curled up
on seat. IF fall asleep, Mr.. Appleton,
will you waken me at Wilcox?' she re-
quested.
Certainly, Miss Foster" he answered.
Kitty closed her big, dark blue eyes and
thought. She thought how funny it is
when man who has called you Kitty
and has been awfully in love with you
says "Miss Foster" and pretends he is a
mere acquaintance. She thought Apple
ton was nicer than Ferris or SAKE or Low
oil DIT Lo MI
not quite. She thought she had done
very we'll with Mr.. Kearney. She disitin-
guished in the matter Of condolences did
Kitty. She knew that nothing reduces a
promising situation to mere friendship so
quickly and successfully as an open, frank,
whole souled confession. Such q thing
was clumsy, and Kitty loathed clumsiness
in these matters. She had withheld enough
Of her plant to turn it cleverly to account
She had made Kearney sorry for her and
had refused his advice with FRUSTRATED
grace.
Then Miss Foster fell asleep and dream
ed rosy dreams until Appleton touched her
arm with book he had been reading.
"We are at Wilcox, Miss Foster"
sob, dear! What did you hit me with
that hard thing for9' she cried, jumping
up. sit hurtW Her lips trembled, and
her eyes filed
kitty child, didn't mean to hurt you
that is-really, bog your pardon, Miss
Foster
Certainly, Fr-Mr. Appleton, " she re-
piled, rubbing her arm, with chuckle
which passed for sob suppressed.
They drew up at the station, where
lights twinkled from the blackness all
about them. There was no one on the plat
form; there were none of the shouts of well
come expected
Kearney rushed into the car. 'Say,
what do you think? They've left-every
last one of them--on the train ahead.
They've got a big start of u.s."
Miss Foster cried COIL" and beamed
with delight She began to believe that
heaven cares for its own.
"We've only three minutes here,' Kear
ney called back over his shoulder as he
rushed out again.
The train had begun to move when
Kearney reappeared. He brought with
him can Of oysters whereof the top had
been hacked open. They're all had
time to get, Miss Kitty" he explained az
he set them before her on the window sill.
Kitty was daughter Of the plains and
knew the worth of an oyster. She clapped
her little hands in high glee.
Suddenly Kearney's face fell. "By Jove,
I've no fork or spoon''
"We might Use pencil if you'd sharpen
It," suggested Miss Foster.
cor hatpin."
mo l like the pencil idea better.
Then Miss Foster took the pencil and
the can and went to spearing the bivalves.
"They were NICE but they've made my
head ache again." murmured Miss Foster.
Its SO close in here!'
perhaps another breath of fresh air
would do it good" Kearney suggested.
maybe, assented she, and they slipped
unnoticed out on the back platform once
more
Kitty drew in the night air with delight.
She trilled bar Of a song ooh, I'm
500 happy!" said she.
$50 am I, said Kearney as he held her
steady with his arm half about her.
"Why9' queried Miss Foster, fitting back
her head to look innocently into his eyes.
The little fluffy head was SO near, the parted
lips were 80 childish, the round eyes were
SO tender, Kearney bent over her.
"Why, do you think, Kitty"
ooh, Mr.. Kearney, you mustn't" she
cried, pulling away.
"But you're not engaged, he suggested.
"That's so," answered Kitty thought
fully.
"Unless you will be to meS" He caught
both her hands and tried to force her to
look at MIN. "Will you be?'' he insisted.
"If you think I'd better, said Miss Fos-
ter Gwendolin Overton In San Francisco
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