Year: 1875

The last paragraph of the letter read
thus: MY darling, though wayward
child, feel that have done all aud the
best that dying father can do for his
child when l have entrusted you to the
care of my dearest anl loyal friend, DR.
Haven. know that my daughter has
the reputation OF being a wild, untama-
Bile mad cap, yet dose idolize the mem
ory Of your mother, that feel she could
not bear me child who did not have a
fountain Of pure, wetlanly nature some


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thus, l shall leave you with perfect truts
to the care of prayer. hearing God who
knows the dearest wishes of my heart,
and will fulfil them according to his own
wise counsel


The young girl laid down the letter
with quick, impatient sigh, posing her
self first on one foot, and then on the
other, finally turning, and gliding to the
window, with light, splinging, elastic
step, which scarcely deigned to touch the
floor. Two large tear drops trembled on
her lashes, which she dashed away as she
murmured:


Poor, dear papa! No one will ever
love me again, as you did. Mamma l
never knew but it is Of no use-I never
can be dull and stupid as most girls arc
Life must be gay-full of sunshine and
fowers--and must be left to roam when
and where please, or know shall not
be good Why is it that feel so rebel.
ions and wicked when am in the society
Of people who are so distressingly good ?
And about this doctor-wellw we shall see |!
| feel now like handling pistols and bow.
ic knives in defence of my rights should
he attempt to enforce me, greatly fear
this precious, pious guardian of mine will
rue the day he ever took me under his es-
pecial care and keeping


And, humming gay tune, five minutes
later she was flying down the lane at
breakneck speed, followed hard by n
young terrier who was straining every
nerve to catch the streamers Of white
morning dress that stretched so tempt
ingly behind. The result of the race was
made known, when, half an hour later,
the young girl returned. with her dress
SO badly torn and soiled that its future
service was utterly out Of the question
Deacon Briant's wife. with whom Kittie
had made her homo since her father s
death, merely gave her hopeless. patient
glance, murmuring to herself, as she tur
ned to parsue her mornings work:


'Only one week more-only one week
more, and then, am thinking Dr. Haven
will rue the day she ever entered his
house / have heard that he was quiet.
stern sort of man, one not likely to be
very patient with the follies of young
girls, and l should like to know how he
will manage with such high, Hier as Kit
tie. Like as not he will turn her out of
doors before week. After all love that
girl, and should take her back, il she
worried the life out of me. How can
help it, when she comes to my bedside,
nearly eveiy night, and putting her sweet
young face to mine, while she puts back
my hair so softly, says Il do so love you.
aunty, and am sorry ever gave you
any pain It's my opinion. if that girl
ever loves truly and worthily, it will he
the saving of her; otherwise, she will be
lost


hardly think Kittie Westley had an
enemy in the whole world She was hand
some and daring, though frank and cor
dial; the young people all loved her,
while the old folks shook their heads ON.
inously, and declared the girl wonld
certainly come to ruin some day, unless
DR.. Haven was smart enough to govern
her, which thing never had been done


And so Kittic Westley, homeless, al
though not without. Il small fortune er
trusted, for safe keeping and with scarce
ly relative in the whole world, went to
live with DR.. Haven. The house was sit.
uated little out of the city, in a retired
locality, he having siven up the greater
part of his practice 10 his partner, who
took charge of the office in the city. The
doctors household consisted of himself,