The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-06-30

ASh { PiiAlaiAy 10 HO hiuSUu0CfSlotAo
ing by reason Of this heading. He who
thinks to see the glimmer Of the footlishts
espies but a mirage and must look else
where. for hero Will no record b found Of
either playhouse or players. comedy or
tragedy. in such sense a. the modish world
holds them.
: I misdoubt me. indeed. If Mistress Kitty
Malone had at this time even as much as
heard Of the fame Of Master David Garrick
bruited about, though It were even to the
wilds Of Northern Yorkshire by means
either Of the Weekly News-Sheet, or by
some gallant. who coming from London
town. by word Of mouth. made known to
his friends the doinss Of the gay folk there
Never had Kitty been to London. It was
not tho custom In those days for ladies' to
travel. and her father. Brian Malone had
only oncs himself visited the capital sincs
ne day. ten ysars before when he had
midst OF the rebellion. and take up his
abode In the old Yorkshire manos house
which was part Of his v1fe's dover.
Even then he had not suffered any one to
bear him company. The gaping Of an old
wound rendered . consultation with IN en-
inent chirurEeon Necessary. but he held
that all womenkind-his own included-were
best at their own nresideA and had feigned
not to see the wistful look IN his wife's eyes
at mention Of the projected Journey. His
ideas Of ~womanliness were reckoned prudish
by his ~neighbors even In those days-the
latter end Of the reign Of George uL-when
the tether allowed to matrons and maids
was vastly shorter than It u now.
In her leisure hour sweet Kitty might
walk through the country lanes with her
gouvernants or her own woman. might
promenade up and down the parterre along
side her lady mother. or work In the tiny
flower garden which was her especial prideI
but these were mostly all her pleasures even
when she kept up holiday.
Never might she scamper In madcap fash
ion with her spaniels; 1t was not seemly In
q little gentlewoman. and the sight Of q
torn rufhe or mud-bespattered petticoat was
but the signal for sampler or s~pelling-book
to appear. And never-most emphatic was
this ma~ndate-never must she learn to ride.
To Jog behind her father on . pillion to
church was sometimes necessary when the
cumbersome coach was too heavy to drag
through the drifting snow; that was all
well and good, but to mount . saddle-horse.
even within the park. was In nowiss to be
heard OF
And then the Irish blood in Kitty's veins
rebeIled, and she urged her father pitifuliy
to grant her this one boon Her mother
also protested that there could be no harm:
that tho trusty Parker would instruct her to
ride old General with all decorum.
POUNDS. madam" the Squire made an
swer. 'Tu have no daughter OF mine turn
amazon, and there's an end on
And 80 there was for q season Then It
49, Ntk~>-. KiftV UfrQ Vod
mayhap not unwittingly. from her dour-
faced g~ouvernante and went q piackoerry-
ing In the woods behind Stonehall. Into a
rosebud of q mouth more OF tne
1uicy fruit went than Into the large sun
hat which served as q basket. but there
"a. no one to see her, and oh. it was grand
e. be alone. all amongst the knee-deep
bracken and velvety moss She sat down
on the trunk of Q fallen tree. looking
dreamily at some pink fungi hard by.
thinking of the sweet Fay-Folk Of the
Brownies.
Then IT was time for refreshment again.
and. at the rate of one for the hat and two
FOR the cherry lips, the spoil was divided.
Then all of a sudden the sound as of a
c,.toI fired. the voices of men and some
ching else. she wot not. and a man In a
green coat, with gilt buttons. galloped past
ON a beautiful bay horse. What seemed q
large toy-trumpet was slung over MS
shoulder. and he waved one arm over his
head as he rode and had the air OF one
mar daft with excitement. Poor Kitty was
for running home, but just then across her
nath came one, two. three-nay. perhaps a
.core of large white dogs with big. Mapping
brown ears, such as she had never seen De-
FORE In all her life. They seemed hard
pressed for time, and Kitty must needs fol-
low to see what they sought Quickly they
outsped her. but all breathless as she was
vas not too late to zee them join the
man on the bay horse. or to watch him. 10
her 10Y. clear the thick-set hedge AT q
Then good-by that day to all these won
ders. for they were quickly out OF sight,
and hack with scratched legS to the aroor !
md Mra. Vernon.
CHOW now, Miss. where have you beenr'
was her greeting.
.-oh. Madam, the blackberries." faltered
owr prsvaricator. and made prompt onerins
r .nch a. remained "'rwas sadly wnlful" ]
the r~ouvernants with her mouth fuli.
now let us to the house"
On the frst opportunity Parker vas
.-Oh. = beautiful horse larger than Cen