The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1901-03-08
THE YELLOW KITTEN

manner, and no one, not even Mrs
'Lias Miller pretended to contradict
her.
Its the truth, indeed" Mrs. Sarah
Crump agreed, with her fat, comfort
able chuckle and the society in body
responded, That's So"
Yes, the yellow kitten was RESPONSE
Bile for the wedding that was to GENE
off tomorrow and that would thus
unite forever not only two very attract
I've young people, but also the well.
known families of Price and Campbell
But we have begun at the wrong end
of the story, for Miss Priscilla ought Ia
have made, and in fact did make the
remark about the yellow kitten at the
end Of the narrative, and not at the
beginning And thus, to get things
straight, we will start over again in the
old-fashioned orthodox way.
Once upon a time mot so very long
ago, either the little village of Pine
Vile fiourlshed like a green bay tree.
1t is true It had not arrived at trolley
ears or electric lights, but It was a very
charming place to visit nevertheless.
Bicycling was not entirely unheard OF,
though those who rode were scarce-a
few visitors at the summer boarding
house In the little hills just outside the
village had introduced the wheel, but
the most conservative Pinevillians,
Miss Priscilla Price at the head. quite
frowned down upon the sport, and Miss
Rebecca Slow has said, In season and
out of season. that III any niece of hers
so demeaned herself as to be guilty of
such an unladylke, worldly amuse-
ment, she would be sorry, that's all, 4"
and then an expression of having al
ready made will would pass over her
austere countenance.
But to the storyl There were two
prominent families In the village who
had lived there since the very existence
of the settlement, and with whom all
the best people craved to be connected
in some way. They were the Campbells
and the Prices, and Miss Priscilla, who
insists upon getting into print just as
II she were heroine, was one of the
most respected members of the latter
tribe. AS 1t has been limited before,
this is an old-fashioned story, and has
a genuine heroine, to wit, Mabel Camp
bell. or course, there is a hero, too
whom the girls said was just too
sweet to i've" and their mothers de-
elared that he was a perfectly safe
young man, while the fathers and
brothers, though not going quite so far,
had only good words TO say of Charlie
Price, at your service.
Now the gentle reader" or, as some
writers prefer to say. the fair reader"
has doubtless guessed the sequel
Charlie was in love with Mabel, and
the wedding, though properly opposed
by the powers that were, was a natural
consequence. But where or when did
the yellow kitten come In? All in good
time, my friends.
The Campbells and the Prices had a
feud of long standing, originating in
the years gone by over the fence
boundary, each head of the family
claiming twelve feet more of ground
than the other considered his due. For
tunately this feud was conducted in a
quiet and perfectly lawful manner, and
poison, bowie knives and pistols did not
figure in 1t. But the feud was a posi-
tive one, Notwithstanding. No Camp
bell or Price had ever been known to
shake hands, not even at a church So
cial, which Mrs. 'Lias Miller and Miss
Rebecca Slow denounced far and wide
as "onChristianllke." But in spite Of
the disapproval of many of their COM
mon friends, there was apparently no
chance of any of the members making
up until-well, Just before this story
was written.
The places adjoined, as the disputed
boundary line suggested; in fact the
whole village had grown up around
them, and what was once an old coun-
try lane where their gates stood, was
now smart village street.
AS children, our hero and heroine had
several times displayed much contempt
for the family fuss, and had been seen
playing together, though often forcibly
separated by indignant parents with
threats of being sent supperless to bed
If the offense was repeated. Evidently
they had inherited none of the Ill feel
ing of their ancestors, which was
mighty unnatural Miss Priscilla
thought, though, as she always said,
she blamed the mothers on both sides
who certainly had not inculcated the
proper spirit Of righteous resentment
and unappeased wrath in their Off
spring.
But when childhood was over, Mabel
Campbell was estranged by circum-
stance from Charlie Price as complete
ly as if an ocean had been between
them instead of paling fence. When
she was Is she came back from board
ing school and was pronounced old
enough for picnics and soclals, and
was, indeed. the acknowledged belle of
the Young Peoples Pleasure Club, and
the favorite even of mauons and spin
sters at sewing bees and Dorcas socie-
ties, and a perfect Id at home. She
was an only child, and the love that
seemed to overflow from father and
mother was expended upon innumer-
able pets. She had two fat Yorkshle
puppies, pug dog, parrot, and a cat
who recently had added to the process
sion a yellow kitten. of the story. This
small animal was up TO mischief of all
kinds, and had the most exploring turn
of mind, for she was forever getting
lost and being returned to her mistress
by little boys Of the village who thus
turned many an honest penny.