South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1916-08-11

T%ITTY CRAWFORD opened a letter that
had arrived by the morning post, read
n it through with shining eyes. and then
Eazed across the breakfast table at her father.
I've got place. dad" she cried. Isn't
It splendid?-
Mr. Grayford glanced up without much show
Of interest and did not offer to look at the let
ter.
What as?~ he asked.
Nursery governess." she replied. It's
NAT gentleman l went to see three days ego.
His name Is worthington and he is widower
with two little children-such dear mites they
arc. fell IN love with them directly saw them.
EIis sister, Mrs. Crane lives with him and keeps
house She is widow. did not take to her.
but am sure I shall like Mr. Warrington; he
vas so courteous and thoughtful"
ARE yoa going to live there9"
81 must dad, but shall often come home
A curious expression crossed Mr.. Garyfords
thin. WORD face, and his long. slender fingers
plucked nervously at the frayed edge Of his
shabby coat It was his way of showing emo
ton He vas not In the habit OF uttering many
words; they seemed useless to him.
Since his w1fe's death when Kitty was born
Mt Crawford had grown reserved and silent
The disappointments Of many years had
weighed heavily on -hm and his hair was pre-
maturely white. He looked fraf and i'll. but his
eyes were alert and alive.
1T will save you money, dad" said Kitty,
and Nellie can look after you"
Nellie Carter was an orphan niece whom Mr.
Crawford had given a home
"Oh, If only you could get your operas taken,
dad, some Of your pieces said Kitty, Il
wouldn't have to leave you then"
wistful look crossed Mr.. Gravfords face.
BY profession he was a musician. He had
written and composed an opera and many
pieces OF music for the piano and the violin,
but he could not get them published. His
whole life was bound up in his profession and
his daughter but his failure musician had
bitten even more deeply than Kitty knew.
EFT Is time for you to go and give your les
sons dad" said Kitty you mustn't be late
OF else they might get someone else"
Yes. must CO." he murmured, rising to his
feet, his thin fingers stin plucl1ing at his coat
7 go I'm tomorrow, dad" said Kitty. putting
her arms round him Wen have this evening
to ourselves Nellie can go to the pictures
Then you can play lot Of your pieces to me-"
MT. GrayfOrds face grew eager
Yes. Kitty" he said "and you shall hear
my new obligato."
Presently he picked up his violin case and
left the little house. and Kitty set to work to
prepare for her departure. Soon she was in her
tiny bedroom, with its shabby though spotless
furniture and httletrucfle bedstead Her stock
Of clothes was very slender, and she eyed the
garments doubtfully. She really ought to have
anew dress for afternoons but she had not the
money to buy one. and her father only Just
earned enough to keep out of debt.
That evening Kitty sat listening TO her father
playing. He was lost in his art directly bow
touched strings and Kitty was entranced with
the beauty Of the music and IT'S rendering
An artist would have found her a fitting sub
Jet had he seen her then. She sat- bent for.
ward. her elbows ON her knees her chin resting
In her hands gazing with soft expressive eyes
At the old man he played. She was not ex-
sctly beautiful, but there was something very
charming about her. She was just twenty-five
and her life had been one long seif-sacrihce, but
fortunately # had left no mark on her soft
rounded cheeks.
Next morning she arrived at Mr. worthing
toms house in Kensington. She was clad in
home made coat and skirt hometrimmed hat
and In her hand she carried gladstone bag
maid showed her into the morningroom.
where Mrs. Crane seated. Mrs. Crane did
not get mp when the girl entered, neither did
she offer to shake hands.
Good morning." she said, a tr1ne acidly for
1t had been against her wishes that her brother