Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-03-18

| Jared only called her by her formal
| Christian name, Katherine, at rare in
| tervals, and then with sense of famil-
| iarity that made him half ashamed.
But after Jennie Mordant had tied
his necktie and brushed the threads off
| his coat he escaped from her bright
eyes and merry ways and walked to
Low Hill with a light step. AS he
neared the house he saw Katherine re-
turning home "cross-lots" from Widow
| Sangster's, where she had been to take
the old lady some buttermilk. With
one leap he scaled the wall, and, hur-
rying to the narrow foot path, he said
softly:
Don't walk so fast, Kittie."
The girl stood still, trembling and
blushing, and then she asked, in a
voice scarcely audible:
What made you call me-that?"
MAY call you so again?''
YES" she answered simply, and he
did not know how quickly her heart
was beating And so they went in
silence through the gathering dew and
darkness up to the door.
When it was time for Jared to leave
he sided up to the kitchen window
and, reaching in, with one arm on the
sill, he dropped spray of lilac, as if
by accident, and said: Goodnight,
Kittie."
So the summer passed away with a
new glory, and when the evenings
grew long and cool in the autumn a
dancing school was talked of in the
village. So the season opened far
more gaily than usual. Then there
was to be husking at Farmer Nor
dant's, in the long. new barn. Long
before dark the great piles of corn
filled the barn floor and the flddlers
walked about, with their pet violins
tucked away in green bags, while the
kitchen was overlooking with food,
and a row of cider barrels lay tapped
in the yard.
Katherine Hubbell came down early
with her brothers.
The candles were lighted in the sit
ting room and there was Jared-her
JaredAactually romping with Miss
Jennie. She was standing on her toes
to reach his head, pulling his hair and
bothering him, when suddenly he
turned and, taking the two little hands
in his big brown palms, he held her
so firmly that she could not get away,
though she struggled and laughed for
a minute and then stood still, listen
ing intently.
When he let her go she patted his
face, smiled brightly and ran away,
and Katherine could see that Jared
was blushing like girl.
She did not go into the sitting room
as though nothing had happened.
She was not actress enough for that.
She went slowly round to the kitchen
door and found the girls; and in their
merry chatter they did not notice her
silence. But that Jennie-how could
she ever speak to her again?
She could not flirt and laugh, and
pretend not to care, as some girls
could; her eyes flashed with anger, as
she thought of Jared leading Jennie
Mordant out before them all; and
creeping away to Grandma Mordant's
room, she huddled herself down by
the fire in forlorn little heap. The
old lady was not there, but she soon
came in, and with her was that Jen-
ME-" talking low and earnestly.
"She is always in my way" thought
Katherine, bitterly; but she held her
breath to listen, as Jennie said:
Jared says he never has a chance
to see her a minute alone, and the
house is so full of company that I'm
sure there won't be another quiet spot
but this room. I'll manage to SNUG
gle him in while she is here, and then
do you make an excuse to go out and
leave them; there's dear, good
grandma She is really sweet little
girl and Jared is so fond of her. Do
you know he calls her Kittie?"
The old lady chuckled pleasantly to
herself, as she went out after can
die, and when she returned with it
lighted, the room was empty. But
later, the harvest moon dropped lower
from the deep sky, and all the radiant
stars came near to listen to the new
meaning that echoed in Jared's voice,
as he said: Goodnight, Kittie."
Last night an old man lay dying, in
a handsome home; his gentle silver
haired wife stood beside him, holding
his hand. Its growing dark-come
nearer-Good-night, Kittie." And his
voice had hushed forever.
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