The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1907-06-08
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/ KITTY CONES |
! TO MY CASTLE /
7 BY PAUL CRESWICK.
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BY PAUL cREswIcK.
CCopyrIaht, by Joseph b. Bowles. J

| sat down hurriedly upon the couch
close 10 my little malicious hostess.
"Alr!" | gasped. Give me air-and
another and stronger cup of tea!
Without milk or sugar. You have
broken my heart"
Kitty only laughed. ut was Eyre.
mont" said she, unfeelingly.
| slghed-with vigor. MY best
frlend-that's what always happens,
He was chortling all yesterday that he
had news too good to be true And
! wouldn't listen. Now find tt"
"Well?"
TOO true to be good. All my cast.
les 10 the clouds go tumbling."
You shouldn't have built them ia
the clouds" said Kitty placldly. 1T
was ridiculous of you; and so damp.
Give me rather a dear little cottage,
wistaria-covered, on the good earth.
With easement windows, and big
old-fashloned garden-full of sweet
old.fashioned flowers"
1T would be lonely living theirs all
alone" ! suggested.
IL didn't say all alone" retorted
Kitty. "One might find twin soul"
There's generally something tishy
about twin souls" objected l. II would
sooner have more definite tenants for
your cottage If might make pro-
| position"
"A propositions" interrupted Kitty.
That sounds like Euclid. Don't
crowd me SO. Reggie, or ! shall get
up"
Talking about a cottage" | began,
reminds me of u rather queer story.
At least, It isn't exactly a story-its
merely ali episode, II deals with an
odd man, a very even little girl, and
a castle in the clouds"
The opening is promising" re-
marked Kitty. smoothing out her
skirts.
The castle must first engage our
attention" said, carefully. 1T was
actually rather nice. Il was In the
country, and 1t had easement windows.
] believe there we're old-fashioned
flowers in the garden-and roses.
There may have been wistarIa, but
|
was semi.detached,"
How terribly prosaic! Semide.
tached, Reggie-so that there were
two lots of people, and two pianos go
ing! ! don't like this story"
There were two lots OF people,"
agreed. but not two pianos. And the
people weren't exactly lots In either
| 4.
tie girl who lived with her mother,
and looked after her-and the roses.
Folks called her Honesty; and her
side of the castle was styled Honesty g
Garden On the other side of the
close.trimmed hedge lived man."
only u maa"
"A man, and his books, and his pipe
and one faithful retainer" | enumerat
ed. "He was manifestly odd, and out
OF II. Nobody called to see him; and
he didn't seem to mind. He went to
town occasionally, and always came
back laden with books. Nobody knew
how he lived-nobody appeared to
care. The faithful retainer kept the
house tidy, and chastened the dos
and the cat who also resided at the
Haven"
WAS that the name of the castle?'
THE name OF the mans side Of II,
corrected 1T was the oldest Haven
you ever could dream Of | want you
TO go over this house with me. and
tell me afterwards what you think oi
It. First, there was the strange ole
furniture--always smelling family o
beeswax and tobacco smoke. Ole
presses covered with china and Gu
fiint.glass decanters-"
Empty, l trust?"
Very often emptY--sometimes full,
went on. There was grandfath
er's clock In the narrow hall. ticking
off the seconds In lelsurely fashion
In the diningroom Il medley OF an
cient chairs, rush.bottomed, a beauti
ful oak table, black with age. a totter
ing oak dresser on which were ar
ranged brass cooking.pans and candle
sticks, and more china. There was {
mirror opposite the window, rejecting
In tiny round frame the picture o
the garden"
"Honesty's gardea?"
Part of both gardens, imagine
that, on occasion, the man could dis
tingush Honesty, as, with long aprGI
and big gloves, she tended her roses
and cared for them. Inside the case
ment windows We're sell.colored fla,
curtains, gathered back; but whicl
one could draw along brass rail
The walls were distempered in plaiT
hat tints, and above the Intel Of eacl
door was lettered homely provArb
Thus, in the hall over the front doc
THAT thou may'st injure no man
dove Like be; but serpent-like tina
none may injure thee In the dining
room Better a dinner of herbs ant
contentment Herewith than STALLED
OK and strife withal.' Then ther,
were book-shelyes ceillng,high every
where, Full of books as odd as tn,
man himself"
Tell me-" commanded Kitty.
We'll, they were such a rum colleC
ton. Novels and sermons, cheek b.
iowl. Books with gay bindings, book
with their backs broken; English
French, German, Latin; short and tall