The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1898-12-31
MAT Miss Foster was different
from and more charming than all
L the rest of her sex might have

from and more charming than all
L the rest of her sex might have
been proved from any OF the
fifteen men to whom she had been engaged
in the two years since shs had come back
from school, beginning with Cadet Ferris
and ending with Cady.
That Captain Foster was exactly like all
the rest of mankind, and little deserved the
blessing he had in his daughter, was mani
tested by his drawing from his pocket a
letter, and saying as he gave it to her,
'By the bye, Kitty, this came for you yes
terday while you were riding with Cady,
and forgot to give it to you"
Miss Foster looked at the y, Stmark and
at the almost feminine chroprnrNy, ami
knew that the letter was from Fort Bowie,
and from Gloucester. She laid it beside
her plate and finished her BREAKFAST. After
ward she took it up 30 her own room and
read it, Then she sat with folded hands
and looked, unseeing, at the photographs
OF the fifteen upon the wall befora her
She was very white.
The most a'tute woman will frequently
stake everything and play all her game
upon honor IN man When that chances
to fail, her calculations are set at naught,
and the bottom falls out OF her universe.
And Gloucesters honor had failed. He
wrote-Kitty Rad it again. $50 you tell
me you are engaged to Cady. That means
little TO you. But it may mean much to
him. Therefore, to prevent his being made
the fool that have been, have taken the
liberty OF sending him by this mail the
letters you have written to me within the
last month-four in number-that he may
know with whas manner OF woman his has
to DEAL
Now, fourteen times before, Miss Foster
had not been in earnest. But this time
she was. Unfortunately, the fact that she
cared greatly for Cady had not prevented
her from writing to Gloucester more airec-
tionately than prudently, in order to keep
him-t'other dear oharmer who was away
upon her string, SO long as it would hold
MIN "lbnout n M ietteio,
sent while she was actually engaged to
Cady, were going to fall into his hands.
1t was desperate situation. But, for all
her blue eyes, and curls, and bewildeTing
ways, Miss Foste: was the woman to meet
it,
After time she rose to hel feet and set
her lips 1t is a popularity of Cupid show
lips that they can set, upon occasions, She
knew that Cady had not yet received those
letters. And she determined that he never
should. She would rob the stage.
Guard mounting was Just over, and the
stage was not due until noon. Kitty set big
hat a-tilting upon her curls and walked
down to the postoilice. Fate, with her
partiality Cor the brave and fair, wlled
that the postmaster should have left his
desk. Miss Foster pushed open the gate
and went behind the rail. The keys to
the mail bag hung upon their hook. She
put them in her pocket. When the post
master came back she was placidly mark.
ing his clean bottrY with the letter stamp.
'If you please, Mr.. Jones, she said Il
want this lstter registered "
An hour later Miss Foster refined up her
horse on the top of "a rise and looked across
the tlat stretch OF CROSSWORD, and cactus,
and sage. Far away tiny speck was
crawling toward her along the white road
1t was the stage. She had been born upon
the plains, and she had an uniaiIing eye
for it's distances There would be full half
an hour to wait She cast about for some
lissure in the parched earth. 1t appealed
to her daring
She put her horse to run and jumped
it time and again until he was winded
Then she rode again to the crest Of the
slope. The stage was near. She dis
mounted, felt of the girths, and sat down,
hugging the tiny MONDAY shade OF mes
quite bush, for the sun was burning down
from hard, blue sky. A big red ant was
carrying beetles wing many times
larger than itself. Kitty watched it until
she heard the rattle of traces as the
stage climbed the other side of the slope.
Then che commended her soul to heaven
and brought her quirt down upon the
horses black TANKS.
The stage driver drew up his stock, and
the one passenger put out his head and
shoulders and gazed at the slender gray
rising alone in the midst of the prairie,
"What even, Miss Kit" - the driver
stopped short. lie saw the horse grazing
OIL bunch of stumpy grass, il hundred