Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1897-10-11

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M IN beautiful bay hun
w 81 ter, H 6 gh-fier,
v ~ miles and miles
every day, but nothing diverted his
mind from the fact that he had been
thrown over by the girl he loved
Charlie was attractive looking, very
slender, not very tall, with fair hair,
and n long, fair, twisted mustache.
All his life he had found his chief Joy
among his horses and his polo ponies,
and High-flier was the jewel of his
stables. Until he met Kitty, he never
had thought it possible that anything
could take precedence of High-hier in
his heart
Kitty had taken precedence in n
number of hearts. She was clothed
about as it We're with a garment with
that intangible quality or gift called
style. If she had put on rags and
tatters, they would have at once
assumed an air and grace, but as her
papa was amply blessed with this
worlds goods, she was not called
upon to display her magic, and, in
stead, gloritied the pretty things that
clever people on both sides of the
world contrived for her.
In addition to being stylish, Kitty
was pretty, with quantities of soft,
dark hair, blue eyes and singularly
brilliant teeth.
Don't talk to me about Charlie
Earl. | hate him. she said to her
most intimate friend, who had essaved
to probe her heart the day after the
engagement was broken. and the way
she rushed into everything that came
up Tor the next three weeks, and
| filrted with every man who came near
her.. and allowed Harry Gibson, who
had been in love with her for year,
to devote himself to her, should have
convinced the most skeptical that she
cared absolutely nothing for her ex-
| fance.
Then the races at the Hunt Club
came off. Everyone went in her best
bib and tucker, and Kitty. of
course, was there. She came
driving in to the Club grounds
in her phaeton, dressed all
in black-dainty, chiffony, Frenchy
black-with big, feathered picture
hat on her graceful head. Beside her
was Harry Gibson, looking inetfably
happy.
Charlie Earl was to ride in two of
the races-one for ponies, one for
hunters-and he was resplendent in
his pink coat, with a little cap to
match, tight white trousers and black
boots
Kitty bowed to him with elaborate
indifference as he rode past ON his
pony, Dart to the first race, and
she smiled scornfully with slightly
bored expression while the race was
being run, and when Charlie came in
far ahead of the other racers.
Charlie does ride well!' exclaimed
Gibson, i'll generous admiration.
"Oh, he is rather good horseman, "
said Kitty, ''What sweet pony your
Kitty is, Mr. Gibson. Why didn't
you ride her in the race?"
"Oh, Tn not much to look at on a
horse said Gibson, "and don't like
to make myself ridiculous in-some-
body's eyes. "
'Whosea Won't YOU tell me?" said
Kitty. with languishing glance.
"Oh, you know, Kitty" said Glib
son.
Indeed I don't, " protested Kitty.
In the eyes OF the only girl in all
the world | have ever loved" said
Gibson, forgetting the little actress
and the seven or eight sisters of seven
or eight of his friends, and the two or
three married women to whom he had
made the same statement.
"And what is her name?" said
Kitty, demurely.
Yours" said Gibson.
"Oh!' said Kitty, casting down her
eyes and trying to blush.
You won't refuse me?" said Glib
son, his round, blonde face red with
nervousness and anxiety.
NO said Kitty, so low that he
could scarcely hear her, her head still
bent.
Gibson began to pour forth hi,
rapture in adjectives and exclamation
points.
Then the race for hunters began.
"And we're engaged, aren't we
Kitty" said Gibson, ecstatically.
"Yes, Kitty admitted.
"And may | tell?"
'As soon as you like"
"And you love me?"
"Why else should 1 marry you?'
said Kitty, with glance that tried t,
be arch, and then her eyes returned
to the flying figures in the race ant