The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1921-01-11
LADY KITTY.
BY MILDRED WHITE.

o9. 1870. Western Newspaper Unlon.)

come of Kitty Cayendish when her
father died, and perhaps old Oliver
Cayendish wondered too.
And this anxiety upon his part may
have been accountable for the request
that his beloved daughter bring to
satisfactory climax the tirtatiouS
game she had been playing with her
two eligible admirers. With almost
| lovers ldolatry, Cayendlsh wor-
shipped the Lady Kitty, as he called
his girl and only certainty of his
own approaching end could have per
suaded him TO place her in another's
care.
When he reasoned gently concerning
the ACCESSIBILITY of her choice between
two men who so eagerly waited her
pleasure, Lady Kitty, endeayoring to
laugh the affair off, paused before the
sad determination of her fathers face.
But dearest" she objected, "why
should I marry without love, and If
love were here, would there not be
sign?
Arthur is happy companion-l
love him In just that way, and Rob
ert is my 'obedient servant use
him just that way. But to settle my
contented heart upon either one as
Observation-Disclosures has got into yon
father to ask such a thing?'
Cavendlsh turned aside impatlently.
lido very much ask 1t, Rather
lne," he said, take walk and think
It over"
Wonderingly, she wrapped the gera-
mum wool scarf about her shoulders
and started for the woodland path.
1t would soon be time to close
up Elsmere and go back to the city
apartment with It's marble surround
ings. Sometimes she played here an
other game, which since childhood
never lost its charm, secret game
never shared.
At these times she was a gypsy
Kitty, free as the winds. gathering
nuts with her little hands that must
be carefully creamed afterward, dig
cling robbery plants from beneath
their beds of leaves, or swinging out
upon a bough, with the little cur
barn dog barking beneath her-the
yellow cur dog was with her now, as
she hurried down the woodland path
to think out her problem. Her mo-
dish couture had been much dlsar-
ranged by entangling branches, rip
pling loosely and charmingly about
her small head. She was going to sit
down upon a fallen log to dispense
the troubling question OF her future
state, when the cur dogs bark again
lured her on. He was leaping before
the. entrance TO a log cabin house,
and as Kitty followed a mans voice
called from within.
Come In, whoever you are" called
the man. II need help"
Pain trembled In the voice. Kitty
went In. He lay there on a cot bed,
a long slender figure, with an arm
helpless and red stained at his side !;
the face turned toward her was fine
of feature and pale beneath its tan.
Quick" begged the man, get II
| bandage. The bleeding Is making me
faint-there Is no one else to help"
The faint had come.
Lady Kitty worked quickly, as he
had asked her. A aounce from her
white petticoat was just the thing
There was water near to wash the
| Jagged cut. and antiseptic on the
wooden dresser; water, too, to battle
his forehead. The brown eyes opened
at last to look up at her gratefully
Il tried my best-to tie the thing
up the young man murmured, but
eyerytime the weakness-got me. II
was an axe on the ground. | STUN
bled and fell against 1t some way
then-when l tried to get back here
to the hut"
"All right" Lady Kitty said, cheer
fully, don't bother talking. I will"
Her eyes rowing about the room fell
upon a small cupboard.
II will get you something to eat.
Then when you feel stronger I'll go
and send out a doctor"
| bul lHe pTODlen OF nef future and
the problem of the wounded arm,
were as nothing In this new problem
of cookery. Everything In the cup
board seemed to be contained In cans.
She hurried one can labeled soup"
to the cot.
How" she asked interestedly, do
you get Mt it?'
The young man WINGED with pain
as he attempted to show her.
"Oh, | will manage" she assured
him with confidence she was far
from feeling. But when one ham
mered 4 knife into the tin, one made
an opening sufficient to release the
soup and when one put two sticks In
| the little stove with some paper and
matches beneath, why It actually
made a fire. And when one carried
the hot soup to a thankful young man.
who nevertheless accepted 1t matter
OF factly-well, one felt glowing
satisfaction Of accomplishment.
And when Oliver Cavendish that
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