Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1902-10-08

| There is certain Kitty, isn't there
think I have heard you mention her.
Tell me about Kitty"
kitty" said the deputy claimant,
looking into the bright face above him
and speaking in the tone of one who
| repeats a lesson, "Kittyis the farm
er's daughter on the farm next to mine.
Her name is Miss Katherine Elizabeth
| Brown. She is Farmer Browns only
daughter"
SWELL, go on"
II don't know any more"
"Oh, yes you do" said the girl, laugh
ing. What does she do?"
"She helps her m other."
"Oh," in a plying tone. "Are they
poor?"
"No, they are we'll to do"
"Can they not afford a servant?"
"Half dozen of them"
"Then why don't they have some %
"Kitty and her mother do just as
well. They would think it an urheard-
of extravaganza"
SIS she pretty?"
"She is very pretty"
'Is she nice?'
"She is very NICE"
els she accomplished"
"Her accomplishments are the envy
of the countryside"
The girl on the bank rose suddenly.
eve had better be getting back, she
said. "The sun will soon be here"
"Not for another hour" he said,
easily. "And I want to tell you more
about Kitty. AS said, she is very &C.
complished. She can play the organ"
The girl sat down again.
flynn tunes she plays, on Sundays,
No. 1 Songs and Solos, Her friend,
Miss Robina Merrigold, sings. Miss
Merrigold also dances, but Kitty does
not approve. She has religious scru-
pies. Miss Merrigold plays cards, in
select company, but Kitty considers
this very wrong. Besides her father
won't let her. Kitty is also beauti-
full hand in the dairy. Her butter"
"Thank you," said the girl, smiling,
shat will do. AS you say, she is very
accomplished. Now, tell me about
Canada. Do you like it?"
''It is the first country in the world"
"Would Like it??'
"No, you wouldn't"
"Why not?" she asked, sharply.
because you are in place here, this
is your proper setting, this is your
home"
The girls eyes filled with tears.
my home!" she said. "It will soon
belong to that farmer-that stranger.
and my home will be with Aunt Maria
in little two-by-four villa on the out
skirts of London Oh, if you only knew
that villa, with it's tiny. tiny rooms and
it's tiny, tiny garden where everything
bigger than a rose tree looks out of
place. Oh, I shall suffocate there. I
shall dry up and be a mummy-like
Aunt Maria!"
The deputy claimant threw the re-
mains of his grass blade into the stream
with sudden reeklessness. His bright,
good-natured face became hard and
determined. He did not give himself
time to be afraid. Turning to her, he
took her hand in his and held it firmly.
She also had no time to be afraid.
"Alice," he said, would you like Can
ada better than that villa-would you
like me better than Aunt Maria?"
The clasp upon her hand was strong
and firm. She had no chance to be
'evasive. So, with downcast eyes, she
answered 'Yes," confusedly.
do you love me, Alice?"
EYES," she said.
The clasp upon her hand grew firmer,
but he did not kiss her. Surprised, she
glanced up only to see in his face that
which caused her eyes to drop again
and dyed her cheek with bushes.
"Alice," he said again, and his voice
was stern, "are you sure you 1ove-a
farmer?"
EYES," she said.
"Could you," his voice faltered a
little, could you love-a thief?"
81 could love you"
"And think, Alice, a coward?"
II love you"
my name," he said, sis Thomas!''
t'It is dear name," she whispered.
LOU uo1i y UNNECESSARILY, Nc SAID.
desperately; land I can't take YOU
until you do. am all those things. I
am not the deputy claimant. 1 am
the real claimant. came to take your
home from you. I am the thief you
spoke of. am the coward. Iinsulted
you-now, Alice?"
The girl withdrew her hand gently.
Her lips were pressed together very
tightly. She turned her head away.
He could see her slender shoulders
shaking with suppressed emotion, s.< ;.
j 'sHow long" she said, In a choked
voice. chow lorg nave you been afraid
to tell me te1s, Thomas 90 : ~
"a whole month"; . he said, despair
ingly, flour long, cruel weeks. 49,. H.. e.
'''OL., DEAR she said, II shall die:
i know I shall. Ican't stop laughing
She sprang to her feet andfaced him,
.hereyes bubbling over with merriment,
her lips ripping with smiles, :-.. 9..5 !.
-Four Meeks!" she cried, ito thin.s
that we have lost four lovely weeks
For, Of course, knew it ali the time!,'
Canadian Magazine. ]. 4
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Has B.en Much Anoat. s*.z .5.....
Lord Brassey holds the RECORD J, OF
having sailed nearly 10000 miles S.
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