The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-03-10
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BILLY'S TRIUMPH.
Miss Kitcat laughed.
By Aldney Street.

NOW, When Dolly hnucdI lauSueu uor
pharming eyes closed until only the
long curled lashes were visible, her
barted lips showed dazzling row OF
teeth-and the effect was enhancing.
At least, so thought Alwyn Romaine,
who had been fortunate enough to
smuse her, and likewise thought poor
Billy Darrell, whose pleasure, however,
was mitigated by the fact that 1t was
his brilliant companion who had caused
IT.
Alwyn and Billy were inseparables.
They smoked the same brand of cigar
sttes-at least. Billy bought them and
Alwyn smoked them-and they worked
and played in unison. Billy was lost
IN admiration for his clever and popu-
lar friend, who accepted his friend
ship and admiration with equanimity.
Alas! Love, the great leveller, had
winged his careless darts into the
breasts of both of them, and they
Udored pretty Dolly Kitcat, Alwyn only
less than himself, Billy more than all
the world.
Miss Kitcat was as impartial as love
itself, and admitted them both into
close and perilous intimacy.
Three, and waltzes, please, Miss Kit
cat" said Alwyn authoritatively. No
less please; your dancing is just per
fection, and l flatter myself our steps
fit to a nicely"
Alwyn's requests to the weaker sex
always insinuated a command; he felt
II vindicated his manhood, which was
not Always in evidence.
Billy sat silent while Miss Kitcat
laughed again.
Every WELL" she said, 'if the chap
erons cease from troubling, and Mrs.
GTundy is ait rest, three you shall
have"
Eight, eleven and thirteen" said
Alwyn, noting the numbers on his spot
less cuff
We'll, Mr. Billy" said Dolly gayly,
after a short pause, ''are you not 60
ing to ask me for something?"
1t was indicative of the character OF
William Darrell that every one called
him BILLY" and he flushed UP with
dJ MISS opttCu.
"Well, er-er," he said hesitatingly,
VI sh-should just love ppolka or g-get
you an ice or hold your f.fan or So
something"
Poor Billy's stammer grew unman-
sgeable, but he said "so-something," as
II Miss Kitcat had offered to transport
Mm direct ito Heaven, which as a mat
ter of fact was not far from the truth.
Dolly's eyes softened at the lads ear
nestness as she said encouragingly,
"eeven and fourteen, then, Mr.. Billy.
The luckiest numbers in the card, and
don't forget EN-"
Billy assured her with deep sincerity
that he would not, and then Alwyn,
who always flung himself wildly in
70 the tide of conversation ere it ebbed
TOO far from himself, broke in:
That's real kind of you, Miss Kitcat,
but mind the fireplaces. Billy general
ly manages to enthrone his partner in
the CRATE in the midst Of his wild ca
reer; and, by the way, when may l.
bring my new song to sing to you?
Messrs. Crotchet & Co., the publishers, :,
told me that were it not a tTifie above
the heads of the masses they might
have considered it,
Now, Alwyn, it must be remembered,
was genius, not an ordinary, full
blown, famous genius, but one faltering
On the threshold of publicity and full
Of glorious works, which would, when
the mood struck him, be transmitted in
tanning language to paper. He was al
ways waiting for the mood to strike
Mm; at his club, when he would have
many whiskey and soda to while
sway the time till it came; in the
street, oh, yes, particularly in the
street, when the mood would lightly
nap him, so to speak, and he would
rush to pen and paper, only to find the
moment had fled again; but he was
dlled with very complete self-satis-
hction, and spent many hours of his
valuable leisure explaining his theories
and ideas to Dolly Kitcat.
Billy Darrell had no theories and not
too many IDEAS but he was beloved by
men as the best of good fellows, who
4ouc dhu oHoI 40 SUI di5Hl DIS ne llVeQ.
and his happiest hours were spent rid
ing with Miss Kitcat in the Row or
risking his life in his motor car, which
occupations did not, however, give un-
limited scope for the airing of theories.
Also, Alwyn was poor, and Billy was
one of the lucky rich, or rather, Billy
was rich and Alwyn was one of his
1ucly poor friends.
William" said Alwyn as they walk
ID away from the Ktcats' house that
afternoon, "I-er-must tell you some
ehing. I'm very fond Of that little girl,
ond, what's more. am almost certain
Mat abe is fond of me, too. You see,
q know women SO well. and can enter
into end appreciate their ideas and