The Shreveport weekly news., 1861-10-21
The Accidents Of Love.

John and Rcb.cca Kedficld had
lived many years in the quiet coun-
| try-piace of c., and acquired, by
constant toll and unwaverinS indus
try, enough of this worlds goods to
be counted well TODD people. With
ont child upon earth to take care
Of, one would hardly suppose the
household work would b. much, but
| they We're unccmnonly busy this
particular morning. Uncle John,
to, everybody called him so, had ia
ken unusual care in completing his
toilet, As ais" had his good spouse {;
she could be seen occasionally at tn"
door, as if expecting some one; and
her white cap. with its benevolent
border. and her "nrw calico told
, too plainly that indeed somebody
WAS expected. Uncle john, weary
of watching. had taken his pipe, for
IL stroll through, the orchard, which
WIS rich in abundance of fruits. Not
to wait for the Anticipated arrival,
for carriag" soon drove up to the
gate, and saucv locking little mai
den soon made herself visible. and
was kissing aunt Becky in a styl.
tina, showed very plainly that she
was very glad t" sec her. 1iisie
ianc. for that was the little ,naii-n' =
name, was the child of aunt Bcckv'~
only sister, and the pet OF both of the
old roupl. she annually visited.
Come. I'il-ir, sit down now. and
tell me about the folks said aunt
Rchccca, who was anxious t"lirar Of
her only surviving relative.
We'll. let me S""--tathcr is we'll
mother i well, Charlie i--' 'harlic
is sick
Poor boy replied aunt Becky.
~"rrrwfutlv. lie "rt f" have come
too: it would hav. don. SIGH deal
of good to &c, SON" of this fresh
country air. VIVA; ais him. I'll
sir!'
.Ail- him p replied the r"guiSh
little maiden. .Ail> him Why,
aunt Becky, he Is pas, curc-nothing
in the line of m"dicin" can cuT"
, him
LA, I'ilsic, how you do talk. 1t
is the same bronchitis, or
No, no, auntv; hcis in lovc-re-
ally in love-
Now don't be fooIing, child hu,
tell me they are all we'll. and d" keep
sober face. | can't tell whether L"
believe you or not
'Evervbody's well, them answer
ed Til~ie. pcttishly, not r.li-hins her
ann, Becky's last speech, even to
Packet, the horse and Rover the dog,
and so goodbye; I'm going to find
uncle John
Well, dear, think You will find
him III the orchard, and
i can find him il he's on the farm
And away she ran. while aun, Becky
called after her in vain.
Dear, dear. what highly she is !!
l wanted to tell her that Peter Strad-
sparkcr was stopping with us; but,
la she could not wait to hear. and
Jest like as not sh-Il see him, and
Aunt Becky did not finish the
sentence but went about her house
work, while 1iIsie went rompins
through the orchard, in search Of
good-natured uncle john. Present
" she curbed her steps somewhat,
for she espics uncle John, as she
thinks, sitting against large apple
tree, enjoying the green meadows
and the bright sky above him. Til
sic creeps cautiously up behind, and
suddenly thrnsts her roguish face in
| to his. ut the same time hallooing
"boo! - She gave one scream, and
made good her steps for the house.
while the gentleman, who was none
other than Peter Stradsprakcr, was
sonrwhct puzzled at so unexpected
an introduction and ere he could
recover from his astonishment, Ill
sic was out of sight.
Tilsic reached the house nearly out
of breath.
oh, Aunt Becky! went to find
uncle John. and when I thought l
had found him, stole up behind him
10 say boo to surprise him, AID
dear me. thrust my face right into
n strang"r's--and n mans too
Aunt Becky could do nothing but
laugh at Poor Tilsic's confusion.
. 'Iilsie, child, ! called after YOU