The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-05-13
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eEn2pS ne lSn [ as SoOu oS AO looks,' said Kitty, wagging her head wisely. '.I know lot about him. You know he wasn't a bit in love with Maddy."
 You hinted that before. And was he really a mere fortune-seeker? can't believe that of Carleton. I've known the man for years"
 He must have been, or else why did he want to marry her? He's in love with another girl"
 He isl who?"
 'T don't know who. But Made ieine hinted it to me only few days ago. It made her miserable. And that's why everybody thought she wrote that paper that said. T love S.. but he does not love me-"
 And you don't know who this rival is?'
 No, but I know what she's like. She's the 'clinging rosebud effect" What do you mean?"
 ~Just that You know Madeleine was a big, grand, splendid type.- majestic and naughty; and she thought Schuyler loved better some little, timid girl, who would sort of look up to him, and need his protec- tion."
 "Fessenden looked steadily at Miss French. Are you imagining all this, " he said, ''or is it true?"
 Both" responded Kitty, with a charming little smile. "Maddy just hinted it to me. and I. guessed the rest. You know, have detective in- stinct too as well as you"
 You have, indeed;" and Rob gave an admiring glance to the poutiug red lips, and roguish eyes. "But tell me more about it.'
 There isn't much to tell,' said Kitty. looking thoughtful, "but there's a lot to deduce."
 well, tell me what there is to tell. and then we'll both deduce."
 Tt pleased Kitty greatly to imagine she was really helping Fessenden, and
 
 she went glfbly on:
 .Why, you see, Maddy was un- happy-we all know that,-and it was for some reason connected with Schuyler. Yet they were to be mar ried, all the same. But sometimes AIaddy has asked me, with such a wistful look, if I didn't think men preferred little. kittenish girls to big, proud ones like nerself.''
 And you, being a little, kittenish girl. said yes?"
 Don't be rude," said Kitty. flash ing a smile at him. 'I am kittenish in name only. And I am not little!" You are. compared to Miss Van Norman's type"
 .sOh, yes; she was like beautiful Amazon. We'll, she either had req son to think, or she imagined, that Schuyler pretended to love her, and was really in love with some dear little clinging rosebud
 "Clinging rosebud. What an ab. surd expression! And yet-by love! --it just fits her! And Miss Van Nor man said to me-oh, I say, Miss French. don't you know who the rose. bud is''
 --No.'' said Kitty, wondering at his sudden look of dismay.
 well I do. Oh, this is getting dreadful Come outside with me and let's look into this idea. I hope it's only an idea.''
 Throwing a soft fawn-colored cape round her, and drawing it's pink-linet hood over her curly hair, Kitty weni with Fessenden out on the lawn ani down to the little arbor where they had sat before.
 Did you ever hear of Doroth, Burt?" he asked, almost in whisper
 No; who is she?'
 Well she's your 'clinging rosebud. and I'm sure of it! And I'll tell yor why
 First tell me who she is.'
 She's Mrs. Carleton's companion Schuyler's mother, you know. She lives in the Carleton househld, ant she is the sweetest, prettiest, shyes little thing you ever saw! 'Clingins rosebud just fits her"
 ''Indeedi" said Kitty, who had sud denly lost interest in the converse tion. And indeed, few girls of Kit tvs disposition would have enjoye, this enthusiastic eulogy of another.
 'T don't admire that sort, myself, went on Rob, who was tactfully ob servant; 'I like a little more spiri end vivacity." Kitty beamed once more. '.But she's a wonder, of he, own class I was there at dinner las night, you know, and I saw her fol the first time. And, though I though nothing of it at the time, can lool back now and see that she adore. Schuyler. Why, she scarcely tool her eyes off him at dinner, and sh. ate next to nothing. Poor little gir I believe she was awfully cut up a his approaching marriage."
 And what was Schuyler's attitud, toward herr" Kitty was interested enough now.