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To-Day's Short Story. KATHIE'S ROMANCE. Kathie Fernald comes up the drive, a big dog trotting soberly at either side, crosses the terrace, with a nod and smile to the two sitting there, enters the open door aa lightly as the sweet, west wind that follows her, and goes upstairs unannounced, the brass- shod heels of her small walking boots clicking musically over the tiles of the hall j floor. "Do you not think Katliie Ferna.1 d pretty— and 'taking.' Doctor Maturin?" speaks Juliet Ormond's slow, serene voice, with just a lazy lifting of the dark almond-shaped eyes to his face. I thought her beautiful last summer, and most charming," returns the gentleman addressed, half absently, yet taking exception to that participial adjective in spite of himself. Ah f" syllables the mellifluous voice, persuasively. "And not now? But why not, pray, if I may ask?" Sh-e seems changed, to my eyea, from the way she looked then," says Robert Maturin, frankly, yet with a troubled shadow on his honest face. I can see but one real difference about her, and yet to me it alters her whole appearance." "I suppose you mean the style of short-cat hair which she has taken up?" with a shift- ing gleam in the slow, black eyes. it has become 'the fashion.' It is quite the rage, too. among those young women who are a little-no, not quite fa-st-I don't mean that exaotly; but—well—just dashing enough to be fond of horses, dogs, toboggans, and tricycles"—(Dr. Maturin winces. Does not ho himself remember how fine and fearless a horsewoman K athie Fernald is, and that she owns to a liking for dogs? And he knove she has toboganned at the Exhibition. But tricycles—oh, never!)—"and it is also much affected by the literary and lecturing sister- hood. Besides, it is very becoming to Kathie, and she knows it; it is not everyone to whom it is given to wear baby carle eo bewit-chiipgly-she never was so perfectly chic in her liie. I think she is just as 'taking as she can be." All this in the low, placid tone of languid criticism, watching its effect the while from under drooping eyelids. He makes an impa- tient gesture at the close. "I don t admire dashing girls, nor 'taking' ones either; and as for ohie, I hate the word in connection with ladies. And short hair I do abominate, however becoming its wearer may think it; a tastefully arranged coiffure has more charms for me," with an approving glance at the well-kept black ooils on hie handsome companion's head. She smiles a little; her masked battery haa not been play- ing all in vain. And Kathie Fernald, sitting inurumapected proximity at the open window of the room above, where she has gone to awai-t her friend's return, inadvertently, overhears it all. She is a shapely, graceful girl, with some- thing irresistibly fresh and winning in her air; there is always a flash and a sparkle like that of new wine about her. It is the rich wine of life and youth, with health and strength at their untrammelled best in the fair, quick body. She has a real se-a-sheli complexion, a trifle darkened sometimes by sun and wind, but never much injured; wide, velvety, dark-grey eyes, a.nd a wonderful orop of gold-bright ourhs cut short, and rippling evenly all over the fine little head, uninterrupted by any parting from. crown to forehead. Now the red-rose lips quiver: He thought me beautiful laat summer." Then the white teeth set-. "Juliet Ormond of all women!" Again: "He &J)omiuateo short hadr. forso<Jlth 1"1 But here the shining head cresta itself like a. bird's—yet, oh so proudly!-and there are no tears, but a steel-like flash, in the lovely eyes that watch Doctor Robert Maturin as he presently atroiLs alone across the lawn, lighting a cigar as he goes, to aid hia reflec- tions. Juliet Ormond watches him, too, with black eyes, lazy yet covetous. Yes, he is well worth winning, this handsome, frank young fellow, so earnest and sincere of heart, with his growing practice and the goodly property his father has left hirn. For -t-ell it not in Gaili-the fortune which the late Caleb Ormond has contrived at last to leave his fascinating relict is rather a shabby one, th-ough she has skilfully covered all defects as yet. So she begins to weave her spell with "nods and beclu and wreathed smiles" for Robert Maturin's unwary heart; and indeed she manages to keep him at her side for the next two weeks, an apparently devoted cavalier, but well outside of that charmed orbit wherein Kathie Feroadd movee, a, "bright, particular star." However, though outside, some very lin- gering, pathetic, glances are cast over into that circle by this poor, beleaguered disciple of ifisculapius, who yet knows not how to heal himself. "Robert Maturin!" It is the voice of a lovely white-haired lady, calling him sharply-an old friend of bii, and also of Kathie Fernald's. She Aas just intercepted one of those long. wistful looks with which he has followed that young lady, and stope him in parsing. "Robert Maturin, you like Kathie Fernald very much, don't you?" with the abruptness of age and long acquaintance. "I'm afraid I do or did," he admits; then dreamily: "I thought her simply perfect, once my very ideal of a most lovely woman. But now she is changed." A long pause. No, Mrs. Woolson," he finishes at length, impa- tiently, "I could forgive a woman anything, but this fashion of short hair, that is a folly I despise." "On, hush! For shame, to speak like that of Kathie Fernald's hair!" cries the sweet old lady, indignantly. "It is a mercy the mis-fort one was no worse. We—her friends are proud of it, if eiie is not." Misfortune!" in blank amazement. "Is it possible you do not know why Kathie Fer.iald weajis f-hort curls to-day? Let me teil you, then. She was at the Hart- woods' country house last autumn when it barnod to the ground. Ah, I see you begin to guess, but you don't know yet. You have thought it was a whim of hens to follow a. freak of fashion; but, no, there is not a more womanly woman alive than Kathie Fernald, and such a spirit, for all her sweet face. I remember you ha\e been long away, but I suppose you had heard of this. Well, it so happened that the night of the fire there were only women in the house, not even a on the place, a.nd the fire had made great headway before it was dis- covered at all; still, they had got safely out, and were standing about haif dazed, as usual, on such occasions, when Kathie Fer- naid, who had been everywhere and helping everybody, remembered a< young servant- girl, who was confined to her room by ili- n e- and had been forgotten in the rush. It wasn't half a minute before she had snatched a blanket which some one had brought out in the hasty flight, wet in the basm of the fountain near by, wrapped it around her, and was off like a flash. She went back into the fire-doomed house—that slig-iit young girl-up the smoki-ag- stairways, and actually succeeded in dragging th,o frightened maid down a.nd out into safety. I tell you it vvar a deed the most courageo'vs man might well havo hesitated to attempt, for the sinoke and iiamea were dreadful, and the chance of escaping with life but narrow. Her lightness and quick strength saved her, though; she was not. much hurt, after a.II- our brave Kathie—only a few blisters, which healed without scar, her health is eo perfect. But her magnificent hair was ruined—you know how luxuriant it was—being unbound, most of it was burned to a cinder, and it all had to be cut off close to the ekin. It was a tria,l to her, for Bhe was justly proud of it, that lovely hair; but she beara it braTC Y though she, too, despises short locks," woman-like, ftnisiung with this sharp thrust 16It her discomfited companion. A long pause. Does Juliet Ormond know all thisP" be asks at length, very slowly. Juliet Ormond? She, too, was at the Hartwoods' at the time it happened; and with the irtter absence of reason which distinguishes some people at such times, she even wus selfish, enougrh. to ask Kathie if she was going into the burning house again, to just bring out her jewel-case, which was on the dressinc-table in her room. Mrs. Hart- weod told nro the whole story; she said you should have aeen Kathie's eyes flesh at this most idiotic request. I think I see how she looked now," f;miMng across at Kathie her- self, who at this moment turns to approach her eagerly, but, seeing who is with her, moves quietly aside, a look of sudden hauteur dimming the epsyrkle of the sun- shine face. "Of course, Juliet Ormond knows it," goes on Mrs. Woolson; "and I am surprised then pauses, discreetly deciding to say no more, having, with a woman's intuition, readily divined the whole situation. So am I surprised." speaks Robert Maturin, quietly, in that pause, t'hat I should be such an unmitigated simpleton"; and he turns awtvy, olng the cud of sweet, and bitter memories," yet with his whole heart in a glow of love and admira- tion for Kathie Fernald and her heroic deed. I never meant you to know it at all," says Kathie herself, between smiles and tears, when, having fought her that sa-ime evening to plead his cause, he gently touches tOO soft cropped curls with a few reverently tender words straight from his full heart; "never, after you accepted Juliet Ormond's false estimate of me." But the only punishment she imposes upon him for his harsh judgment is this: she decrees that he shall wait till the "baby curls" have grown long enough to "do up," before she will bend her bright head to the I wreath of "bridal bondage"; and so well he loves her, that though he feels erem this to be a heavy penance, yet he bears it cheer- fully for her sweet sake.

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