Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-06-09


along comes this son of yours. I'm not
knocking him, Mrs Fessenden,-I guess he's
all right,-but when he tries to take my
daughter Fanny away from me, right in the
beginning of big season, I'm just as much
against It as you are ana N'''' ! ''''''
"Then why-why haven't you commanded
your daughter
commanded my daughter! Mrs. Fes-
sender, my daughters got more spirit and
more independence than you dream of! Even
at that, she loves me, and loves her father,
and perhaps if | went to her and explained
why-oh, she'd chuck your son over like he
was an old costume! But it would break her
heart, and | don't want her heart broken.
What I've been looking for is some way to
end it without making her feel too bad, and
for the life of me | can't
"You m1st!'
"Don't talk to me like that! / can't be
bossed. The more YOU try it, the more | feel
that, after all, my daughter and your son
would make good pair. Oh, don't jump!
Even if they were to get married, | don't
want it to come off before the end of the sea-
SON.
"The end of the season. Never! 1t must
never take place! The disgrace"
THE moment the words had left her lips,
Mrs. Fessenden saw that she had made
an irreparabe mistake. A fire flashed from
Kitty Blandon's eyes that made them as
yellow as her hair. She shut her lips tight,
and folded her arms, and it was sometime
before she spoke. When she did, it was a
relief to Mrs Fessenden, relief from the
violence of that CLEAN in Kitty's eyes.
al told YOU she said, @that nobody could
boss me- also told you that you couldn t
do any talking against my family and get
away with it. You wouldn't take the tip.
Now you've got to take the consequences!
l bid you good day.
She turned on her heel and started to
flounce out of the room; but Mrs. Fessenden
called her back.
Mrs. Blandon, Mrs Blandon, she cried,
holding out her hand.
Kitty stopped, pleased at the utterancc
of her real name. "Well?" she said patron
izingly.
"Where-where are you goingo'
"To hunt up your son and my daughter,
give EN- my blessing, and tell 'em to get
married by the first minister they can run
across"
Mrs. Blandon! You DON'T say you
shall mott L
Kitty Blandon, shutting her features off
from the WOIlu Will IIlC IciFy sCll, lIsi'i
started for the door. Mrs. Fessenden was
following appealngly after. Suddenly they
stopped and both drew back in anazcment.
FANNY and Walter were entering the
L room arm in arm. Their faces were
aglow with happiness as he led her to seat
near the door and said:
"Now, Fanny dear, just second, while
| telephone mother and give her the sad
news"
"All right, Walter dear; but don't be
long. Oh, hope she won't be too dread
fully angry!'
"Not when she sees you, Fanny, and
knows what sweet little wife I'm bringing
home"
"Too latel"
The cry issued from the Threats of both
mothers, and Walter and his wife turned to
see their respective maternal parents stand
ing with outstretched hands one moment,
the next falling into each others arms, sha-
ken with sobs.
"My mother!' screamed Fanny.
"My mother!" gasped Walter.
They each stepped forward, and laid a
hand on the shoulder of the mother belong
ing to each The two women, feeling the
hands, turned simultaneously and said:
go! You are no longer child OF mine!"
And they fell to sobbing again.