KITTY'S
Dy Author of
CHAPTER Ilf.-Contlnucd )
"What la the mntter, Kitty?" ho
asked, In a Brave, kindly tone, when
lie ail looked at nio for some minutes.
'Nothing," I retnrnod quickly. "Do
X look ns though something waa the
raattar?"
"Yes, very muoh," he answered
qulotly, after a moment's pause.
I threw my work awny from me, and
looked across nt blm doflantly, desper
ntcly, with a sudden passionate lni
pulso to pour out In hitter words all
my anger and resentment.
"Yes, something Is the matter!" I
exclaimed.
"I knew that," he replied, In his
quiet, kindly tone.
I looked at him quickly, my breath
coming and going lit Uttlo excited,
angry gasps. Ami In n moment, as I
looked, my flash of courngo vanished.
My heart wbb heating fast still, but
boating In a frightened, fluttering way.
"I ought to understand your moods
by this time, Kitty," ho continued gen
tly. "I know in a moment that some
thing had worried you. Toll mo all
about It."
Tell him nil about Itl I had sud
denly realized that nothing could ln
duco mo to toll him a word about It.
I could only wonder nt myself for my
own temerity for having said so much.
I looked away hastily out of tho win
dow at tho organ-man and his monkey
nd the growing troop of ragged chil
dren. "Oh, It was nothing!" I returned
hurriedly. "Something voxed mo. It
was nothing not Important."
It surprised mo that ho did not urge
mo any further. lie sat regarding mo
Krnvely nnd thoughtfully. Thoro was
something of anxiety In his oyca when
I turned my head again and surprised
his glance.
"Oh, Mr. Mortimer!"
Tho exclamation came from tho door
way. Meg stood tharo, bcr hand on tho
door, and looked In and hesitated, evi
dently trying desperately to think of
somo excuse for hastily retreating. As
John Mortimer rose and wont to meet
her, she came In reluctantly, looking at
him with a hnlf-doprccatlng, hnlf
Inughlng glance, hor bluo eyes twink
ling oven as sho mutoly apologized. Sho
I BOWED MY HEAD
stood in tho middlo of tho room for a
mlnulo, as though hesitating whothor
to go or stay. Sho took oft hor pretty,
shady straw hat, nnd shook hor hair
free into Ioobo, airy, pretty waves and
curls; thon suddenly sho banished tho
thought of retroatlng, sat down bosldo
me on tho sofa nnd gave horselt up to
tho pastime of tormenting us.
Bending forward a little, with ono el
bow on her knee, nnd hor protty chin
on hor Uttlo pink palm, she could face
us both. Now her eyes glanced mis
chievously into mine, now suddonly,
with a swift amlle, Into his. Xud how
bowltchlngly protty sho lookod nil tho
whllo! I found myself wondering with
a sudden cagorness, and a strange sick
ness of heart, what John Mortimer
thought of her prottlness.
"Kitty's to lcavo school, Mr. Mortl
nior," sho told him presently, In an
admirably simple, natural tone. "Did
you know?"
I bowed my head lower over my
work.conacloun that my faco was grow
ing crimson, and thnt two pairs of
eyes wore wntohlng me.
"Is that truo?" ho askod.
"Mamma says so, For somo nowly
arisen nnd mysterloun reason, Mr. Mor
timer, Kitty Is to blossom forth at onco
Into a grown-up lady aren't you, Kit
ty? She's to turn up hor hair nnd
learn how to mnko Jnms Instead of
Latin prcfle. Mamma, you muse know,
awoko this morning or, rather, thl3
afternoon In a most astonishingly do
mestic mood. Sho descended upon us
In our sitting-room and took our
breath awny. Whal do you think sho
said?"
HUSBAND
"Hetty," Etc,
45
"Mff, don't!" I orlad helplessly. "Mr.
Mortimer doosn't want to hear."
"On tb contrary, he's looking most
eager," said Msg, provoklngly calm.
"From all we could gather, Mr. Morti
mer, Kitty's to renounce the higher ed
ucation and take to ladylike accom
plishments Jam making and the put
tins of feathera Into her hats. Now,
what would you say was going to hap
pen T You don't know, of course!"
"I wish I did!"
"Kitty, you know, was destined for n
goverues "
"I'm to bo n governess still," I In
terposed. "The plan Isn't changed;
nothing could change It. I want to be
a governess!"
"You want to bo a governess?" re
peated Mr. Mortimer slowly, In n some
what puzzled tono. Well might ho bo
puzzled! Times beyond number I had
confided to Mm my utter detestation of
the post of preceptress told him I
would rather sweep rooms, make match
boxes, sell apples at street corners
do nnythlng! Nevertheless
"I shall lovo to bo a governess!" I
declared, with steady decision,
"Kitty my dear, dear Kitty!" ex
postulated Meg.
"I shall love it!" I repeated, with de
fiance CHAPTER IV.
Looking up, I found John Mortimer's
eyes still fixed upon mo with ft steady
glance, half puzzled, hnlf troubled. He
made a hasty, resolute attempt to
change the conversation, nnd Buccoed
od; In a few minutes Mog was gaily de
scribing our plans for summer holidays
in August. She had forgotten mo and
tho plcasuro of tormenting me.
"Wo are going to Cornwall," and sho
sighed. "Cornwall's quiet that suits
father: nnd Cornwall's cheap that
suits mamma. It doesn't suit us at all.
Dora and I hato hills and cliffs; we
llko promenades and bauds nnd ten
nis. It's a frivolous thing to confess
we don't carel Wo detest cheap placos,
and, If thero's ouo thing worao than n
chenn n ace. It's a quiet place! Are
you also coming to Cornwall, Mr. Mor
tlmor?" "No; I am going to Brittany, It my
present plans hold good."
LOWER OVER MY WORK.
"That's whero your slater lives?"
"Yes."
"I don't think I would go to Brit
tany to seo my sister If I woro you."
"wny not?"
"Oh, sho don't deserve It. I don't
llko your sister,. Mr. Mortimer von
non't mind my saying so, do you?"
Mr. Mortlmor amll,ed quickly, yot
nair reluctantly.
"How did you como to know my sis
tor?" ho asked.
"I don't know her; I don't want to
know hor I don't like her! I road nn
nrtlclo of hers onco In ono of tho dull
magazines the magazines that father
takes in. It was on 'Girls of the Nino
teonth Century.' I daro say It was very
clever I know It was vory horrid, sar
caBtlc, superior, hateful 1 She was
'girl of tho nineteenth century' hcrsolf
once, I suppose, onco or Id she nearly
ninoty?"
"Sljo Is Just thirty-six, Miss Mog."
"Poor thing!"
Wo both laughed at the long-drawn
out pity of Meg's tone.
"At thirty-sly I can imagine that ono
may feol a hundred!" sho said fcollng
ly. "Still ono may feel a hundred with
out fooling so superior about it. Fathor
gnvo mo tho nrtlclo to rend; ho thought
It would do mo good, and It didn't!"
"No; you don't seem to havo boon
benefited, I confess."
"It only mndo mo rojolco to think
that I lived In tho nineteenth century
Olrlo In tho last century woro much
' loss frivolous, ns well as Icsb Indopond
cut; they thought less about their hats
1 und dresses-mndo their things Ins.-
spoke when thoy wcro spoken to nr.
wcro altogether models of correct de
portment. Well, I'm glad I wasn't ai
last century girl! Besides, I haven't I
tho lenst bit of n wish in tho world to
bo dead nnd burled I I'm glad your
sister lives In Brittany! Brittany's n
good long way off. If sho lived in Lon
don I suppose wo should havo to know
hor?"
"You trill ho sorry to hoar, Mies
Mog, that I believe sho is thinking of
comlnc to London."
"Oh! To live?"
"Yes I think so. Sho went to Brit
tany ten yenrs ago to live with n very
dear friend of hem, who married nnd
settlod there. Her friend, Mndamo Ar
naud, is a widow now; thcro Is noth
ing to keep them in Urlttnny any
longer. They are coming to England
in September indeed, I nm going
abroad now to help them to settle
their affairs before they leave"
Mej; wan tapping tho ground softly
with her little pointed shoe, nnd look
ing down at It with nn absorbed, puz
zled air, her brows knit In thought
"Madame Arnntid Madame Ar
naud!" oho repeated. "I have heard
of Madamo Arnntid!"
He did not offer to quicken her
memory. It nccmcd to me thnt an
expression of nnnoyanco crossed his
fnco.
"Whnt Is It that I havo heard? I
can't remember," said Meg, raising her
eyes and appealing to him.
Thcro was n distinct noto of lmpa
tienco In his gntvo tono as ho an
swered her.
"I nm sure I can not say. Whnt
ovcr you havo heard must havo ben
In her pralso that ono may safely af
firm 1"
Meg mndo a Uttlo gesture of disdain.
"And does sho belong to this cen
tury?" bIio asked, after n pause, her
bluo eyes looking nt him seriously.
"Yes sho belongs to this century,"
ho said, smiling.
But again, in spite of his smile, it
struck mo thnt tho conversation vexed
him. I Jo was Impatient, not nt case.
I had not spoken, but now I felt a
sudden need to nslt ono question tho
samo question which indirectly Meg
had asked.
"Is sho young?" I asked quickly,
looking at him.
"Not what you would cnll young,
Kitty," ho returned gently, in a differ
ent tone. "Sho Is 30 perhaps a Uttlo
moro than 30. I havo not scon much of
hor theso last ten years, but I saw her
for an hour or two Inst summer; sho
was as young then ns bIio was at 20.
Sho la ono of thoso womon who will
never grow old. When -sho comes to
London, Kitty, you must know her.
You nnd sho will bo good friends I
think so."
"I don't envy Kitty," said Meg, In a
stago whisper to hor pointed too. "la
she a French womnn?" sho asked In a
different tono, looking up again.
"No English."
"And sho married a Frenchman,"
said Meg. "How horrid! "Was ho llko
tho Frcnchtnnn ono sees upon tho
tngo always rubbing his hands and
bowing? Why did sho marry him?"
"Becauso she loved him, I suppose,
novor asked her."
"Then why assume that It was lovo?
Very few peoplo marry for lovo ex
cept In books or so mnmma says. Not
that mamnia'H opinion Is worth much;
It's hor opinion that our dresses should
last two summers, and that tho sec
ond summer, if wo look guys, wo
should bo contented. All tho same, nil
peoplo don't mnrry for lovo for In
Btanco, I heard today of n person who
thinks of marrying for u very different
motive"
Ho showed no curiosity, nor did ho
Ehow much signs of confusion. For-
Imps ho had not heard what Mec Bald.
Ho did not scorn, Indeed, to bo heed
ing hor; ho was rising now to go.
"If ono wanted to fall In love," said
Meg, "ono would novor chooso a
'ranchman. Mndamo Arnntid Ma
damo Arnntid? I wondor whero I havo
heard and whnt I havo heard of Ma.
damo Arnaud."
(To ho continued,)
Ntnincn Duel.
LcttorB from Buenos Ayres glvo do-
tails of n remarkable- duel of which
tno famous Italian fencing mnBter,
Chovnller Plnl, was tho hero. Plnl re
cently opened a school of nrntB, In tho
Argonttno republic, nnd, having been
subjected to some criticism by n local
Journal, told tho scribe in hla own
frank, ploasnnt way what ho thought
of him. Reparation was demnnded nnd
pistols wero tho weapons selected. Tho
conditions of meeting woro singular.
Tho adversaries woro to be placed back
to back, and at tho word of command
woro each to take fifteen stops forward
and then turn around nnd flro simulta
neously. On tho ground tho men wore
placed ns arranged, and, at tho given
signal, began to march forward, ono of
tho seconds counting tho Bteps. Plnl
had only mndo five strides when he
heard a report and tho whistle of a bul
let past his ear. Ho turned nnd Baw
his adversary with tho smoking pistol
In his hand. Plnl, In n furious rngo,
dropped hla wenpon, rushed at his man
nnd gnvo him n sound threshing with
his fists. Tho seconds took sides for
their respcctlvo principals and a gen
eral moloo went forward until Borne
gendarmes nrrlvcd. Plnl's adversary
then took to his heels, and has not
beeit soon since Pnll Mall Gazette.
A llomletl Aililcr.
When Tom Hood wns passing his
honeymoon In tho country ho killed
nn addor ono day. "Tell your father,"
ho wroto to his wlfe'B sister, In do
scribing tho Incident, "thnt they aro
called adders because two and two to.
gother mnko four."
Tho Hwitn II t.oiiK-I.tvoil lllrd.
Among tho birds tho Bwan lives to ho
tho oldest, In cxtremo cases caching
300 years. Tho falcon ItaB been known
to llvo over 161 yearn.
mura "TCYTnnT. a t?
XJULIJJ JJUJLIAA JiLXLt
I.
Donaghue knelt at the door and put
a practiced ear to tho keyhole. Thoro
was a fnlnt sound of breathing, i;o still
thnt Donagltuo pressed his rough ear
till closer to tho brassy aperture In
tho door and listened even more Intent
ly. Hla small eyes clUtoncd in the dark
hallway llko the eyoa of a cat (ho had
been nicknamed "The Cat" for IhLi
vory peculiarity), but there was no one
In tho houso to see thoio glistening
eyes navo the servants, fast asloep two
stories above, nnd the oecupanta of this
no room. He had watched that house
three preceding days aad ntghUi. He
know thnt It was occupied by a youag
man and hit wife evidently newly
warded and beyond doubt rich. lie
knew that the servaita were a eook,
two maids, and a butler, a ad he hod
almost worked out la als ralnd Just
where the pretty wife plaeed her Jew
elry when she went to Ltd In tho m fiend-floor
room, and Juet what means
the husband took to aeoure bis proba
bly well-filled purse.
Donaghue was patience personified.
and ho received the reward that all
patience deserves. His thin faco broad
ened Into n smile as he realized tho fact
that tho breathing was that of a wom
an, and that sho was alone.
When ono Is In tho habit of maklnc
social calls of tho description that
Donaghue wa3 making It la much bet
ter to find husbands away from home,
the servants and occupants of tho
houso nil asleep, and tho policeman on
tho bent qulto out of hearing.
Donnghuo was not In tho habit of
entering tho mansions of tho rich by
tno rront door, or being ushered Into
tho presence of tho hostess by a liv
eried flunkey, of making pollto inqul
rlra concerning her health, and depart
ing, nfter leaving his card.
Tho fact was, Donagltuo shrank from
notoriety. Ho preferred a quiet en
trance by tho window wholly unob
served If posslblo, nnd, departing, loft
not his card nor anything elso was of
"DON'T MENTION IT,"
valueandat tho samo tlmo portable. In
deed, Donnghuo was not tho tall, hand
some fellow that most heroes aro. On
tho contrary, ho was of medium height,
sparo, slouch, and had a general np-
pearanco that was anything but pre
possessing. "Dead easy," said Donagltuo to Mm-
self. "A young married couplo, as I
thought, and husband's away on the
looso. She's calling his namo In hor
sleep. But I needn't expect him until
morning, nnd when ho does como home
ho'll probably bo drunk. That's what
I call dead easy."
Ho turned tho knob of tho door and
opened It tho fraction of au inch. His
small eyes glistened In tho dark as ho
found that tho door was not locked and
that In' all probability It would not
squeak,
"Tho easiest thing I've struck In my
twenty years' experience," said Don
aghue, again to himself a remark that
was noteworthy only becauso Don
aghuo was Uttlo over 20 years of ago,
and, therefore, must havo begun his
efforts to get on In tho world at qulto
an enrly age.
Slowly and with infinite enro he
opened tho door and ontored the room.
Four foot from him, as ho stood al
most breathless, with his hand still
clasping tho knob of tho door, lay tho
sleenlni: form of n woman. A flood of
moonlight from tho window fell upon
her and melted tho pink of hor cheok,
tho cream of her throat, tho lnco of hor
night-dress, and tho whlto sheet that
wrappod hor, Into ono scml-goldcn hue.
Tho undulation caused by her breath
Ing mndo her look llko a drooping Illy
ewnyed by tho gentlest of breezes.
"Groat heavens!" thought Donaghuo,
"what a beauty!" Ho could hear her
faintly mutter tho namo "Paul Paul"
at Intervals, and ho had a vaguo con
Bclousness of a certain disrespect for
Paul, whoevor he might bo. A man
must bo a bruto t lcavo such n wom
an alono at night, Uo lingered but a
moment, though. Beauty was a thing
of Uttlo value to Donaghue. His own
Magglo was hardly cursed with the
fatal gift of beauty, and sho was quite
na Jealotu ns other wives. Ho stepped
softly and quickly to tho dressing-case
at tho other end of tho room. Ho
picked up n perfumed lace handker
chief nnd threw It away Impatiently,
although In hU moro youthful days
a lace handkerchief ho would havo
considered n prize of no mean value.
Below it ho found what ho wanted
and expected a locket and chain, a
Jeweled watch, a heavy bracolot, a
pin, and what seemed to him a handful
ol rings. Ho held them all up la tho
moonlight and noticed how thoy
sparkled in hla trembling hand, and to
smiled with delicto t.
"There's nothing tho matter with
this," said Donaghue, almost aloutl.
"She won't look m pretty In the Morn
ing, after sho haa orlcd for nn heur or
two. She'll ery, of course, but sbo's
rluli, and can afford to lose thorn. Site
an get others Just llko thorn. Her
husband will buy them for her Just to
keep her pretty mouth shut about aU
being out so long. Hanged if I o
how ho can keep away long onouga to
glvo a fellow llko mo a chanco to make
a living."
He turned and looked at her. He
felt llko adding a stolen kls3 to the
other Jewels he had taken. Ho almost
laughed aloud at tho thought of such
a man as ho kissing such a pcorlo33
beauty as the woman who lay on the
bed before him. And ho was Just about
to depart as peacefully as a social
caller, when suddenly ho heard the
nlammlng of the front door In tho hall
below.
"Her old man," said Donaghuo, for
gottlng that he was probably a young
man; "and I'm caught Caught bur
glary ten years at least. I'll kill him.
But I'll be caught whether I kill him
or not, and" (solf-upbraldlngly) "I
could have got away easily enough If
I hadn't stopped to look at her."
Again he stepped quickly to the door
and listened. Ho heard footsteps In
tho hall beneath. Tho man had stepped
ANSWERED DONAGHUE.
Into tho back parlor, or library, which
ever It was. Perhaps tho man had been
out on business and would stop thoro
for a mlnuto or two at his desk. Per
haps thero was, after all, a chanco for
escape. Ho was cool and careful. Ho
dropped tho Jewels on the bed. It would
not do to bo caught with them about
him, And ho went out.
II.
Tho door Equeaked this tlmo, and tho
young wife started in her sleep, awoko,
and half-roso In her bed.
Donaghuo, at tho samo time, heard
tho Bhufllo of feet In tho room below.
Ho paused and listened at tho top of
tho stairs.
Even though the man had heard the
door squeak ho had not loft tho back
room.
Donaghuo tripped down tho stairs as
softly as a cat. Ho had been In a tight
fix before, and he was never cloverer
than when ho know that ho was In
danger.
But luck was against him. Thero
was a fur rug at tho foot of tho stairs
Tho floor beneath was polished. He
slipped and foil, nnd lnsplto of him
self ho uttered an exclamation that was
profnno enough to be unmistakably
masculine. He heard tho man rush
from tho library, and how It all hap
pened he hardly knew, but somo way
or othor ho managed to dash Into the
dark parlor, to throw open tho window,
and Jump out.
Ho expected to tall at least eight or
ten feet. Ho did not fall two. Ho had
Jumped out on a porch, ovldontly, for
he could seo tho railing In tho moon
light. Thero wns ono thing to do to
hldo directly beneath tho window In
tho shadow and wait, Ho know his
pursuer would bo thoro In a moment
Ho know thcro would bo a huo and cry.
Still, thero was a chance.
True enough, tho man camo to the
windowbut, to tho lnflnlto surprise
of Donaghue, ho made uo outcry. Ho
heard tho mm utter a half-articulate,
"Heavens has it' come to this 1 " Ho
heard hire walk a few steps and strike'
& match. Ho saw tho light of tho gas
Jeta from tho window and then ho
know that he was safe, and he cursed
himself for a fool for leaving the Jow
cls bohlnd.
It was tantalizing'. He raised him
solf cautiously and looked In tho room.
Tho wan was sitting In n great arm
chair In tho center of the room sobbing
aa though hla heart would break. Don
aghue nlnioit laughed aloud at tho
slgJtt. Thoro was something In it all
that ho could not understand. Ho
wanted to flud out tho real meaning
of It. Beside, he had n sort of dare
dovli Idea that perhaps after all ho
niisht cat tin Jewels. Ho waited.
Ho had hardly tlmo to scratolt his
head lu perplexity when tho door of
Uio reoai dm epeucd, and tho woman,
wfcoae beauty bad been unconsaJously
the eauee of Doaazhuc's folly, entered.
SJiq irw UU Lu her night-dress, but
she wae very pale and very frightened.
Sho ran to the sobbing man and foil on
hor knees as she erlcd out:
"Oh, Paul, Paul I whnt Is tho mat
ter?" To Donarhue'a surprise the man
pushed her roughly away.
"How can you look mo In the faco?"
he cried. "How daro you como to mo
after this?"
Calmly tho womnn raised herself to
her feet, and, looking at tho man, said
In n forced whisper:
"What do I mean. You know what
I mean," answerod tho man. "Ho has
been hero at last perhaps not for tho
first time. But I havo found it out. I
havo found you out."
Donaghue heard n stifled moan and
tho crash of a body ns It fell on
tho floor. Ho began to gather a crudo
Idea of what it was all about. He had
some experience with Maggie; Ho had
been Jealous himself once. Ho raised
himself a llttla hlghor and peered over
tho sill of tho window.
The woman was not moaning now,
but In a dead faint, and, with her faco
as whlto as tho sheet that covered hor
in tho room above, sho lay motionless
at tho feet of tho man who accused
her.
Tho man stood over her with burn
ing checks and clenched hands.
"And tho cur ran away from you?
IIo didn't even stay to fight mo llko a
man! He's a coward. I knew It when
wo mot him In Baden. He's a villain.
I know It when he followed us to Lon
don. Ho can take you now. I don't
want you. And somo day ho'll run
away from you, poor, beautiful, miser
able fool, Just as ho has run away from
me."
Thcro was considerable human na
ture In Donaghue, even though ho did
mako his living in a peculiar way.
This was a Uttlo more than he-could'
stand. Ho Jumped up and leaped back
through tho window.
"Look hero," ho shouted, nnd thon
wa3 suddenly silent, for a pair of
strong hands wero clasped about his
throat, and tho heavy weight of tho
largor man had borne him to tho floor
In a moment.
"You, such a being as you, my wifo's
lover!" roared tho man.
"No!" screamed Donaghuo, making a
desperate effort to freo himself.
"Well, who arq you?" said tho man.
"Let mo sit up and I'll tell you,"
answered Donaghuo.
Tho man released him, still keeping
him within arms' reach in tho corner
of the room. Donaghuo felt his throat
tenderly.
"Well?" said tho man, peremptorily.
"I'm the man that wno In tho house,"
said Donaghue sullenly.
"What do you mean why wero you
hero?" asked tho man.
"Well," answered Donnghuo, regain
ing somo of his customary bravado,
"I wanted to add somo of your
Jewelry to my collection. See? If
you .don't believe mo, you'll find It
where I throw It away, up In your
wlfo'a room."
"I shall sond for thoi pollco nnd havo
you arrested," said tho man, qulotly.
"That wouldn't bo very fair," said
Donaghue. "I camo back hero becauso
I wanted to clear things up between
you and your wife. I could havo got
away easily enough. If I woro you, I'd
send for a doctor, and even though I'm
a thief, I'd ask my wlfo'a pardon. You
may not got a chance, though. Sho
looks as though sho woro dead."
Tho man turned and dropped to hla
knce3 by tho sldo of tho prostrato
woman. IIo put his car to her heart,
and when he raised his head again
Donaghuo saw that thero wero tears In
his oye8.
"Thank God, alio has only fainted!"
said tho man. "Bring mo Bomo water
from tho library."
Donaghuo brought tho water In n boI
ld silver pitcher that mado him sigh
with a vain wish thnt ho had got away
with It and the Jewels above.
"Sho will bo nil right In a moment,'"
said tho man; "and you may go."
"ThankB," said Donnghue, nonchn
lnntly, going toward tho window.
"Perhaps It Is I who ought to thank
you," said tho man, "for, after all, you
havo proved that my wlfo Is truo to
me."
"Don't mention it," answered Dona
ghuo, as ho disappeared "at least not
to tho pollco." Sparo Moments.
IIli lluslncm.
Ida Who Is that man wo saw In
front of tho cave?
May IIo takes tourlsta under
ground. Ida Goodness! ho must bo an un
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