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Updated: July 26, 2025
It was one such as she received very often now-a-days, as a very large pack, all of that year's date, much worn, and tied with a blue ribbon, would testify. Most of them were dashed boldly off on large office paper, with "Kathie dear," flourished into one corner, and news of all kinds, inquiries and odds and ends, filling several sheets, and "Yours, Ralph," in business scrawls at the bottom.
"I would like to have him above anything you could give me, Kathie," he replied; "but you must not think of giving him up to me." "I will have to give him up," she said, simply; "Papa dislikes him already, he is so unfriendly to Mr. Walcott, and he himself absolutely hates Duke; I believe he would kill him if he dared; so you understand I could not keep him much longer.
"Kurt's not going to die." "But they all say so. That funny little doctor yesterday he made me tired but he said so. I heard him as dad put him into the car." "Yes, Kathie, I heard him, too, but I do not believe," replied Lenore, dreamily. "Kurt doesn't look so so sick," went on Kathleen. "Only only I don't know what different, I guess. I'm crazy to go in to see him.
"Not for me," Sylvia whispered; "I couldn't drink tea in a place like this." "To be sure," cried Mrs. Sheridan, not hearing Sylvia's comment. "Michael will be pleased to see you. Doesn't he call you 'Pretty Miss Kathie'? But you will excuse the liberty in a boy. He is recovering, the doctor says, which himself was here to-day, and the car stuck out there in the mud, and the doctor swearing!
A moment later Kate again faced him with a smile, but her eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Poor papa!" she said, softly, her lips quivering; "he thinks he is doing it all for my happiness, and no matter what wretchedness or misery I suffer, no knowledge of it shall ever pain his dear old heart!" "Kathie, must it be?"
"Only a corner of the great old U.S.!... What would the Germans say if they could look out over this?... What do you say, Lenore?" "Beautiful!" she replied, softly. "Like the rainbow in the sky God's promise of life!" "An', Kathie, what do you say?" went on Anderson. "Some wheat-fields!" replied Kathleen, with an air of woman's wisdom.
I am all that he has left, and after what he has suffered in his silent, Spartan way, I must bring joy not sorrow to his declining years. And this will be my only reason for yielding." "But, Kathie, dear child," Darrell interposed, "have you considered what such a life means to you what is involved in such a sacrifice?" She met his troubled gaze with a smile.
"My poor child!" said Darrell, tenderly; then reaching over and possessing himself of one of her hands, he continued, gravely: "The mistake was mine in that I ever allowed myself to think of loving you when love is not for me. I have no right, Kathie, to love you, or any other woman, as I am now. I did not know until last night that I did love you.
"Tell me how to get rid of these feelings, Kathie," she resumed, after a moment, "for they make me wretched at times. I find myself mentally going over the same ground, again and again, holding imaginary conversations with the man who has wronged me, arguing the case and bringing up evidence, as if it were being tried before a judge and jury. How would you conquer it in Science?"
"I do like it immensely," she replied; "I am tired of 'Kate' and 'Kittie' and Aunt Marcia's terrible 'Katherine; I am glad you are original enough to call me by something different, but it sounds so odd; I wondered if there might have been a 'Kathie' in the past. But," she added, quickly, "I must not stay here. I just came out to say good-night to you."
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