The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1897-07-09


lot morning sunshine; pussy loved the
warmth and sunshine. Lambert sought
TO stroke and caress Sabina, since
Sabina was held tight over humping
little heart and close under rosy lips
and dimpled chin and soft, flushed
cheeks. His finger-tips thrilled at the
delicious proximity, and Sabina mag
netically perceived it and Indignantly
set back her ears and Missed, whereat
he pinched her ears and was promptly
hidden to $50 sit ovuh yawnduh f you
cahnt leave huh yuhs alone" where
upon he stransferred- his attention to
Sabina's lashing tail and precipitated
row. Sabina clawed and struggled:
| the outraged caudal bristled like bot
tie washer; Katesie sought to soothe
with more hugs and kisses and those
emotional and passionate mouthings
| which women lavish on their feline
favorites.. ''Oh, um Cattums! -um
Kittums!-um Possums !-um Twee-
tums!" rapturously exclaimed Miss
Walton through her close pressed lips,
as she buried her nose in the fluffy fur:
and this was more than Lambert could
stand. With sudden quick decision he
lifted the astonished Sabina from the
damsel's arms and dropped her on all
tours on the grass plot below. Then, he
seized her mistress by her empty hands
"Katesie, do you suppose I've waited
all these weary months to see you
squandering kisses on a cat? Have you
10 answer now, after all I've told you,
after my coming so many hundred
lniles?"
Her hands were writhing about in his
grasp, making every pretense, and no
real effort, at getting away. "Ah didn't
tell oyu to come" she finally pouted.
Its no time for trifing, Katesic
I've loved you dearly-ever so long
ever since the time you leaned this bon
ny head upon my shoulder"
"INh didn't! All nevuh didI"
''You did; and I've got five glossy
threads of your beautiful hair to prove
it."
'It was all the fault of that hold
shoulder-strap. All hate it, and youth
hateful fo' reminding me of it," And
still her hands kept writing in vain
impotent pretense at struggling. He
held them with scarce an effort.
'Well," said he, solemnly, 'they will
never vex your soft cheek again, Kate
sic. / have worn them for the last
time"
"Yo' have?" and now the struggles
seemed gradually to cease, or their con-
tinuance became purely mechanical,
and the big. deep gray eyes looked visit
lashes. "Whut--whut fob, Aid like 70
know?" She didn't quite say 'Gahke."
''Well, several reasons have been set
before me. Mother is getting on in
years, and wishes 1 could be near her,
instead of half across the continent
away"
She was looking up at him very sol
EMMY now.
"Ah nevuh could bean you in those
things-cits," she said at last.
Bravo! You are mastering army
vernacular already, Katesie," he an,
swered, his eyes twinkling. "And do
you think you could bear me if L con-
tinued to wear the old shoulder-straps?
All, Katesie, it's too late. Here they
are" And, transferring unresisted one
snowy wrist to contact with it's fellow
forth from an inner pocket an Oblong
parcel in which lay the light-blue vel
vet straps, wound round and round
With silken threads of hair. II couldn't
bear to turn them over to anyone but
you," he solemnIy said. "They are
mine no longer"
She was silent moment. Then the
deep gray eyes were again uplifted,
studying with troubled gaze the sol
dierly, sun-tanned young face.
"Ah'd much rather you were going
TO keep on weahing them" she said.
..'But I thought you hated the very
sight of them-and the uniform?''
''That was befo' Brothuh Floyd woh
it."
He had repossessed himself of the
little hands by this time. "Then you
do like the army blue little? How 1
wish I'd known this sooner!" s..
''The army isn't so bad, now that
some southern gentlemen are going
hack into it," she answered airily.
ut would be still more attractive with
a certain southern girl 1 know in it."
'Ah doa't see how that would do you
any good. f you're going to leave it,"
"Ah! 1t was the army was thinking
of just then-not myself. Thank you
for thinking of me, Katesie.'' And now
his eyes were brimming over with
mingled tenderness and merriment. He
had raised her hands, and, placing them
palm to palm, stood clasping them.
their rosy finger-tips close to his lips.
"Ah didn't! All wasn't! Let go ma
hands. Mist Lambuht" And once
again she began 10 writhe, simply Is
feel his resisting power. "Ah wouldn't
live like some of those women do at the
foht-just like gypsies."
''No," responded Lambert, demure-
~. That's what lady friend of yours
told me; she said you were spoiled
little southern girl, brought up without
any idea of housekeeping or care and