The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1900-05-17

lett looked quickly around as the door
shut. Before she could speak, the
young man caught her by the plump
shoulders-a thing which he certainly
had no right to do.
Miss Kitty BARTLETT" he said,
''you've been crying"
'Ihaven't; and if had, it is moth
ing to you"
''Oh, I'm not so sure about that.
Don't deny it. For whom were you
crying? The professor"
mo, nor for you either, although I
suppose you have conceit enough to
think so.''
"Me conceited? Anything but that.
Come now, Kitty, for whom were you
crying? l must know"
':Please let me go, Mr.. Yates" said
Kitty, with an effort at dignity.
''Dick is my name, Kit
"Well, mine is not Kit.''
you're quite right. Now that you
mention it, I will call you Kitty, which
is much prettier than the abbrevia-
ton"
II did not mention it, Please let
me go. Nobody has the right to call
me anything but Miss Bartlett; that is,
you haven't, anyhow"
well, Kitty, don't you think it is
about time to give somebody the right?
Why won't you look up at me, SO that
can tell for sure whether should
have accused you of crying? Look up
Miss BARTLETT
''Please let me go, Mr.. Yates. Moth
err will be here in minute"
''Mother is a wise and thoughtful
woman. Well risk mother. Besides,
I'm not in the least afraid of
her, and I don't believe you are.
I think she is at this moment Civ
| ing poor Mr.. Stoliker a piece of her
mind; otherwise, l imagine, he would
have followed me. I saw it in his eye.''
II hate that man." said Kitty, incon-
sequently.
Il like him because he brought me
| here, even if I was handcuffed. Kitty,
why don't you look up at me? Are you
| afraid?"
| ''What should I be afraid OFF," asked
Kitty, giving him one swift glance from
her pretty blue eyes. ''Not of you,
hope"
well, Kitty, 1 sincerely hope not.
| Now, Miss Bartlett, do you know why
I came out here?"
| For something more to eat, very
likely said the girl, mischievously.
Nov, Miss Kitty, that, to man in
captivity, is both cruel and unkind
Besides, I had frst-rate breakfast
thank you. No such motive drew me
into the kitchen. But I will tell you
You shall have it from my own lips
That was the reason"
He suited the action to the word, anG
kissed her before she knew what wa.
about to happen. At least Yates, with
all his experience, thought he had take1
her unawares. Men often make mistakes
in little matters of this kind Kitty
pushed him with apparent indignation
from her, but she did not strike hin
across the face as she had done before
when he merely attempted what he
had now accomplished. Perhaps thi!
was because she had been taken so com
pletely by surprise.
II shall call my mother" she threat
ened.
"Oh, no, you won't. Besides, sh'
wouldn't GOMEZ Then this frivolous
| young man began to sing in low voic'
the fippant refrain: "Here's to the CIR
that gets kiss and runs and tells he
MOTHER ending with the wish that sh,
should live and die an old maid AM
never get another. Kitty should no
have smiled, but she did; she shoul,
have rebuked his levity, but she didn't
"It is about the great and disastrou
consequences of living and dying al
old maid that want to speak to you
have a plan for the prevention O
such catastrophe, and I would like t.
get your approval of it."
Yates had released the girl, partl
because she had wrenched herself ava.
from him and partly because he hear
a movement in the dining-room an
expected the entrance of Stoliker O
some of the others. Miss Kitty stoo'
with her back to the table, her eye
, fixed on spring flower, which she ha
unconsciously taken from vase stand
ing on the window ledge. She smoothe
9 the petals this way and that, an
4 | SccuQcu SD Interested III DOV6n1Cd
, investigation that Yates wondere
, whether she was paying attention t
! What he was saying or not What hi
: plan might have been can only b
guessed, for the fates ordained tina
they should be interrupted at thi
j critical moment by the one person O
earth who could make Yates tongu
= falter.
:, The outer door to the kitchen burs
open and Margaret Howard stood O
d the threshold, her lovely face allan
s with indignation, and her dark ha
s down over her shoulders, forming
picture Of loneliness that fairly too
y Yates breath away. She did not n
IS tice him. .-'.- IT,
|. 'Oh, Kitty!' she cried, ''tho:
r wretches have stolen all our horse
It Is your father here?'' ~ . -
g What wretches?" asked Kitty, il
Il noring the question, and startled (
% the sudden advent of her friend.