The Washington weekly post. (Washington, D.C.) 1878-1916, 1899-08-22
THE END OF A CAREER.
c-By MARGARET WOOD.

hoped her mother did not know hoz
Hiany-but although she esteemed hin
very highly she had not any web &
marty him. snd had told him So
But, mother" answered Kitty. II ID
h0t care Tor John IN that way. And
am sure could never settle down Wit
any orc. however much I liked him. r.
this dull, dead-aliye place. where nothIn.
ever happens and where the talk nevel
sels beyond one -neighbors and the lateg
~ curates. BAH loathe Il"
Nifty exclaimed her mother. horrf
heai now can you talk so7 I,oathe ;hs
pace where you were born and brough,
W and where the friends OF a lifetime
ave. IL This Is the result Of a boarding
ssHo9i eaucatien, for my part think H
1HglIa De put a stop to-"
hI'ty sighed. IL was hopeless n tan
win her mother on the subject, for sae
oOlid not se brought 20 see that what bad
s,I 1,.lSt -, Ior her during her married life
sOou HuAI@hd and q comfortable income
49,. hOt De aH-ssfHcient for a girl oil
hltty's nature and disposition.
Ihe height OF Mrs. Mason's ambition IN,
her daughter was that she should r,arry
John Forrest. He was the son ~ a CON.
t!einan-farmer living a few miles out Of
the little tewn. good looking. and win or
1eIeht prospects, and abjectIy IN love
with Kitty.
lie, Ike Mrs. Mason, could no, under.
stand Kittys yearning. and ar,bjtion
out ne had no misgiviugs as 10 the resiIlr
Of his loye-making. He felt certain tina,
IN time such persistence as his must win
the day.
While Mrs. Mason and Kitty were sit
haf L..
biazlng IRE, with a large gray cat blink
Ing happily on the hearthrug. and a wick
ed-IooEing parrot swinging in his brasy
cage In the window, talking 10 himself in
low voice, John Forrest and his sister
Mary were walking briskly along the road
which led to Mr.. Mason's house. John
had driven his sister over to the town 10
make few purchases, and before re
turning they, as usual, stopped to call on
Mrs. Mason.
Upon entering the drawing-room, John
quickly drew up a chair to Kittys side
and fixed on her the adoring gaze with
which she had become 80 familiar and OF
which she was so tired. well, Kitty"
he said. "and how are you getting on?'
She's not getting on at all well" ex-
claimed Mrs. Mason before Kitty had time
10 reply. addressing Miss Forrest. who
had Joined the circle round the fire. She's
a very tiresOme girl. Mary. What do you
think she's done now?"
"Oh, nothing very dreadful. Tn sure.
answered Miss Forrest, looking affection
ately across at the charming little figure
IN the great arm chair. Mary was very
fond Of Kitty. and the only one of her
friends who sympathizsd with her in her
longing to get away from the monotony
and narrow-mindedness of the little cOun-
try town. what is il that has vexed
Mrs. Mason, kitty?" she asked.
Once more the mother interrupted be-
fore Kitty had time to reply why.
Mary" she said, 'she has arranged with
that school girl friend of hers in London
10 share a studio with her, and she says
she is going next week, and I'm sure l
don't know what will become of her.
Here Mrs. Mason dissolved into tears,
while John jumped up from his chair
and paced angrily about the room. If
possible he distrusted London more COM
pleteiy than Mrs Mason
rs this true. Kitty?' he asked, stopping
suddenly before her chair,
Yes answered Kitty, quietly, 81 am
really going"
Yes" commented the sobbing mother,