The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1902-09-05
KITS SWEETHEART.
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BY WILLIAM WALDO.
Z ACK CARDREW whIstled. linen
up went MS eyebrows,

mp went his eyebrows, second
e indication of surprise. Then he
laid the note on the table. aud,
standing over Il with his hands on his
hips IN a commanding fashion, he read
It again to make quite sure Of It's con
tents:
Dear Jack:-Q0nt possibly get back
for half an hour BE my good angel,
there's good chap. Madeline and /
have had a tiff; nothing really serious,
only she is so impetuOus. She promised
10 call to-day, and we were to thrash the
whole thing out over a luncheon OF the
daintiest conceiving, and here ] am simply
booked for an hour or more with my only
mOneyed relation. My dear old Jack you
see my dilemma and your duty! If Made
line goes to Half Moon street and finds
me not there, that beautiful half hoop,
with the pearls, ct Cetera, (which, by the
by, is still unpaid for) will return into
my possession Tor the jeweer's), and
Madeline Oh, Jack, my dear old
chap, you must explain how unhappy
was having TO 90 out If / stayed, /
could make IL up with Madeline, and we
should be married, but ] should offend my
disgustngly rich uncle and lose my in
come. On the other hand, / am now IN
pleasant proximity to the income, while
khe wife-precious, impetuous Madeline
is in danger OF being lost forever. SO you
must pacify her until l come. And | say,
old boy, do just slip in a few incidental
touches as to my-ahem manly qualities
Paint my virtues in all the iridescent hues
of an abnormaly healthy Imagination.
Butter me up for all you are worth.
Bring us together like the good fairy in
the story book, and l shall ever remain
your grateful KIT"
up. S.-Say I'm a real good chap and
all that sort of thing"
Here was a strange situation Jack
reviewed it critically, marking off the
main points on his finger ends. Kit,
the best chap in the world, though a
little impetuous, vexes Madeline, also
impetuous. Madeline consents to a
general amnesty to discuss terms Of
peace. Kit appoints-here Jack con-
suits his watch-a quarter Of twelve.
Madeline agrees. Kit is ambushed by
a hopelessly wealthy uncle. and Made
line is on the point of coming to the
agreed spot to find herself, in plain
English, spoofed! Item; One interme-
diary-viz. and to wit, Jack Cardrew-
who hereby swears and undertakes to
pacify, moliify, soothe, soften and 9th
erwise stroke down Madeline.
After which mental declaration Jack
fell into an armchair and tried to pic
ture Miss Madeline Nelthorpe laugh
ing at the odd chance that was to give
him his first introduction to Kits
sweetheart.
She was late. It was five minutes
to twelve Jack strobe the room with
all the seriousness of a professional
expert in smoothing over the waters
of true love. To complete the picture
he thrust his right hand with an air
of careless meditation into his double
breasted jacket and hooked his fore.
finger into his watch pocket 1t came
in contact with a hard, smooth sub
stance. A bright light iIlumined Jacks
face as he very carefully and tenderly
withdrew a dance programme. Il
would inspire him in Kits cause. He
knew what it was to love. He had 9
very deep and sincere attachment fol-
he looked at the programme agains
the eighth dance-"pink with blue
dots" So brief, so unintelligible, ye
how sweet a morsel Of wOmanhoot
was contained in those magic if slight
ly unromantic words, pink with blue
dotsv' And to think that was all ht
knew of her! Her name, her chaperon
alike unknown to him! The music o.
her voice, the delightful roguish laugh
the deep, unfathOmable blue dots
eyes, mean-lingered in his memOr!
like some pleasant dream.
Yes, he could plead to Miss Mel
thorpe Oh Kits behalf with lover
enthusiasm. He could speak iron
experience, for Cupid had taken hin
by the hand and shown him a wonder
full new world, a realm hitherto I'm
dreamed of, a beautiful pink paradis
withheld, blue dots.
Twelve o'clock. She was late.
Just then the door opened, and Mis-
Nelthorpe was announced.
Jack came forward to meet her, the
stopped dead. Could it be? Kit
sweetheart this?
"NIr. Cardrew,' exclaimed the bC
witching visitor in a tone of genuin
amazement, what surprise"
"Pink with blue dots" cried Jacl
with a look of chagrin.
"Then you haven't forgotten me"
Forgotten you? No; wish ha,
/ mean l wish-oh, to think what
have promisedw
And he let slip the little suede finger
of his lost angel and metapEoricall
turned his back on paradise.
"The eighth dance" said Miss Ne
4horne- with q SIGH and half LAUGH.