The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1907-01-14
Eveninp. january IL


cnange. Should like to ask you home
but we're only modest folk; and
dull, / fear, at times. He seizes the
others hand, shakes it-and tears
himself away"
Again a brief pause: You may
think that l am becoming prosy. as
well as sentimental in my old age
Reggie" Kitty remarked. But, some
times, one likes to think quietly Of the
past. It helps one to be honest
and"
"Tolerant?"
4 was going to say-humble," con
fessed her ladyship. We'll, my Mar
reaches home, and lets himself in with
his key. In a small, neat front room
sits small, neat woman: with the
dearest, truest face in the world. She
is knitting quietly; and turns her head
with some quick, bright word Of vel
come on her lips. One sees"
Kitty held up little hand, as if tc
shield herself from the blaze of oul
fire. zone sees, she added, gently
that the small, neat woman-is
blind"
why do you talk of it, Kit?" asked
l. softly. 1T hurts you; and there is
no need. One should reread only the
pleasant pages in Life's book"
1T helps me to be honest" persist
ed Kitty, slowly. There are moments
when one so nearly forgets
My Man asks abruptly for his son
and learns that he has not yet come
IN. This house is almost an hotel,
says the father, grufly and little
unfairly. "A shabby one-but it serves
for him to sleep in, and eat in. He
draws his chair TO the fire and sits
there moodily; whilst his wife, putting
away her knitting, noiselessly busiea
herself getting the supper. The door
opens, and the mother smiles as she
hears her daughter enter. Such a
queer little girl, Reggie, with pig
tail OF mouse-colored hair! She glances
shrewdly towards her father, and notes
the tired, pinched features; the scars
Of the many wounds that Time has
dealt upon gallant If rather impa
tent fighter. She crosses to him, and
coming behind his chair"
i can see you. Kit l interrupted
And pig-tail and all. I don't find il
strange that / should SO dearly love
you"
Hush I ought not to remembel
these things, aloud. But you, Reggie
are somehow different from all the
folk meet. Please don't mistake my
meaning. / get into way of speak
ing very intimately with you, l an
afraid"
You make me very proud. Kit
Proper pride, let me believe" an
nounced Kitty, deciding for US both
But now-supper is ready and we al
sit down. Well, halfway through sup
per, there sounds a knock at the door
The son presently comes into ths
room. He takes the mother back te
her chair-she had gone to the dool
to meet him-and he stoops to kiss
that dearest face. Sorry to be late
Dad says he, wee bit nervously
But / got kept at the office. An ole
chum of the guv'nors turned up. jusi
as | was leaving He waits to see
If the frowns will reappear, ere tell
ing US the rest Of a marvellous tale
The clouds have lifted, ia
deed! The boy had stayed late L
good purpose. He had been summoned
to the guy'nor's room so soon as the
old chum had left It. Had been of
fered grand post, a tremendous lift
up. But-abroad"
Kitty turned toward me. @You Gym
les viii say that that's the way oi
things, she declared roundly. as if on
her defense. Its not truel Perhaps
sometimes the good is hidden away
Ike the kernel in a nut-and we have
to crack hard shell to get it out
It's there, Reggie, though
You will have guessed that my faith
er's 'schoolmate' and Mr. Tyson's old
chum were one and the same? He
had gone straight to Tyson's, and
whilst my brother was fidgeting at his
desk, the two men had been discuss
ing matters, weighty enough for us