Argosy All-Story Weekly, Vol. 146 No. 4 — page 116: what you’re looking at

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By JOHN SCHOOLCRAFT Author of ‘‘Let the Wedding Wait,’’ etc. CHAPTER XIV. THE FRAME-UP, ITTY came back from her ride earlier | K than usual. She watered Daisy at the trough, washed the bits, rubbed the mare down with a wisp of straw, cleaned the stirrups and leather, went through all the ritual which her father had taught her from start to finish, and still did not go up to the house. Instead she tiptoed through the barn and stopped in the yard behind it, listening intently for some sound from the tin house, where she knew Springtime was at work. Kitty reckoned that in her long life of twenty-one years she had seen almost every | erent thie the kind that sat that always wanted to hold hands the first day of meeting, the serious ones” who planned to be of service to the community— young lawyers mostly, with their eyes on a village office—even lads-from distant me- tropolises who came to spend a week in Napoleon, and upon seeing her, decided to make it a month. Clerks, farmers, young merchants, col- legians—they had all passed under her rather scornful eye and left her so un touched that she had begun to feel that pet- haps she was to go through life without ever feeling the delicious pain of love. And in spite of the fact that she was perfectly cer- tain that there was something about Spring- _ time which she had never before seen in @