Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-09-13
KITTY COMES TO MYCASTLE
By PAUL cRESWICK.
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Copyright, by Joseph B. Bowles.)

i--close to my little malicious hostess. P'Air!" I gasped Give me air--and another and stronger cup of tea! Without milk or sugar You have broken my heart"
 Kitty only laughed Tt was Egre- mont" said she, unfeelingly.
 I sighed-with vigor My best lfriend-that's what always happens, He was chortling all yesterday that he had news too good to be true And I wouldn't listen. Now find it."
 "Well?"
 "Too true to be good. All my cast lies in the clouds go tumbling." ' You shouldn't have built them in the clouds" said Kitty, placidly. Tt twas ridiculous of you; and so damp Give me rather dear little cottage. Iwistaria-covered, on the good earth. With easement windows, and a big iIold:fashioned garden-full of sweet 'old-fashioned flowers
 i Tt would be lonely living there all alone" I suggested.
 iS T didn't say all alone" retorted kitty. One might find a twin soul" Il There's generally something tishy about twin souls," objected l. T would sooner have more definite tenants for your cottage. If might make a pro- position"
 "A proposition?" interrupted Kitty, That sounds like Euclid Don't I chall up"
 l. Talking about a cottage" l began, '"reminds me of rather queer story. rAt least, it isn't exactly a story-it's imerely an episode. It deals with an odd man, very even little girl, and a castle in the clouds"
 |. The opening is promising re- marked Kitty, smoothing out her skirts il "The castle must first engage our attention" said carefully. Tt was actually rather nice. It was in the country, and it had easement windows I believe there were old-fashioned Flowers in the garden-and roses. There may have been wistaria, but I'm not positively sure. The castle was semi-detached.' " How terribly prosaic, Semi-de' tached, Reggie-so that there were two lots of people, and twp pianos go- ing, I 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 instance. One was the very even lit- 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's Garden. On the other side of the close.trimmed hedge lived a man."
 'Only man?'
 "A man, and his books, and his pipe, and one faithful retainer I enumerat- ed. He was manifestly odd, and out of it. 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 tCdSe. me ldltulul IttdlHtl htpI tHe house tidy. and chastened the dog and the cat who also resided at the Haven"
 Was that the name of the castle?" . 'The name of the mans side of 1t" I corrected. Tt 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 of it. First, there was the strange old furniture-always smelling faintly of beeswax and tobacco smoke. Old presses covered with china and cut 1lint-glass decanters-"
 Empty, I trust?"
 "very often empty-sometimes full" I went on. There was a grandfath. CTS clock in the narrow hall. ticking of the seconds in leisurely fashion. In the dining.roOm a medley of an. cient chairs. rush-bottomed. a beauti. ful oak table, black with age. totter. ing oak dresser on which were ar. ranged brass cooking-pans and candle sticks. and more china There was a mirror opposite the window. reflecting in a tiny round frame the picture of the garden"
 ''Honesty's garden"
 Part of both gardens. I imagine that. on occasion. the man could dis tinguish Honesty, as. with long apron and big gloves. she tended her roses and cared for them. Inside the case ment windows were self-colored flax curtains. gathered back; but which one could draw along a brass rail. The walls were distempered in plain |. fiat tints. and above the lintel of each l door was letteTed a homely prOverb. Thus. in the hall over the front door That thou may'st iniure no man, dove-Iike be: but scTpent-Iikc that none may injure thee In the dining room Better a dinner of herbs and contentment therewith than a stalled OK and strife uithaL' Then there were book-shelves ceiIing-high every. where. Full of books as odd as the zian himself ]
 Tell me- commanded Kitty.
 Well. they were such a rum eollec- ton Novels and sermons. cheek by . fowl Books with gay bindings. books . vSth their backs broken: English, !, French. German Latin. short and tall, < fat and thin-pictHred and plain And !. everywhere the faint smell of tObac . co and beesvaN~
 Was the nan yOIns7"