The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1862-09-11
Var. Weeds Second wife.

fashions have changed along with the times,
find and she sighed heavily.
Miriam pulled at knot in her thread with
out speaking.
Now, when one is a little irritated. nothing
can be more aggravating than for a person not
10 answer, thus adding insult to injury, and
Aunt Rrchel felt so, chatting away in silence.
What is your objection to Mr.. Weed Come,
now let us hear, she said at last, Just as though
she never had heard and could not imagine
Nonsense, wouldn't stand in the way of
happiness for the sake of being ninny there,
now Aunt Rachel spoke warmly and looked
triumpbantly, as though she had made a final
argument.
But only think of his eight children, per-
sisted Miriam, ungratefuly refusing to be con-
WINGED even now. L wouldn't undertake the
care of them for all the world
Aunt Rachel rocked harder and sighed heav-
Ter.
You wouldn't know enough to hold out your
hand If it rained guineas, / do believe. You
don't believe it anything TO have family to
your hand all through with teethng and tie
measles. l tell You it is no small trouble to
bring up children SO far, and it's an ungrateful
lazy mink that refuses good husband and q
good home because she is too fond of her ease
to help him take care of his poor motherless
children She spoke with emphasis, looking
severely toward the window opposite, as though
she referred to some culpable damsel outside.
"A good home and good husband aren't to
be met with every day, let me tell you. Miss land
Esther Poole save that Mr.. Weed was never
heard to speak cross word to his wife, which
is more than can be said of half the mon, and
most of the other half There is good farm
up there, too, and it's well stocked; enough to
do with, out Of doors and in, Esther Poole says.
Besides being enough to do replied the
:. D. ~
can't name the sum of money that would tempt
me to go there; couldn't marry Mr.. Weed
were l ever so anxious to, because he don't
show any sign of wanting me-
But, Miriam, you know very we'll that Els.
Their Poole says that he is looking about for
wife, and widowers with family are always in
a hurry so it is well enough to have your mind
all made up if he should ask you.
THAT is an excellent plan. Have you got
your mind made up in case Mr.. Weed asks you,
aunt Rachel7' This was Brooks Sergeant, the
clerk at the postofice who spoke. He had been
leaning in the window by Miriam for full min
ute and if you had seen the look he gave her,
You would have been sure that he had already
made up his mind and that there was a rea-
son she didn't give, why Miriam would not
marry Mr.. Weed.
i wasn't saying anything I'm ashamed Of
said aunt Rachel, rather fercely. It's nothing
but common sense advice, though perhaps you
young giddy heads don't think So
Oh, yes, I'm convinced you are entirely
right, and shall you accept him though if ne
offers himself PERSISTED Brooks.
4 don't consider that l Ill obliged to tell you,
but hope should dU my duty aunt Rachel
returned with much dignity, picking up her
work.
well. Miriam, you had better nos set your
thoughts too much on living on farm aud
training Up Mr. Weeds eight children for hear
that he is going TO marry Esther Poole, rejoin-
ed Brooks, throwing kiss towards the widow
fl ON the top of his ouue, he started off up the
street.
presume you nsger saw bomb explode in
a setting room? l never did, but infer it would
probably produce decisive effect, and therein
resemble Brooks Sergeant's closing remarks.
The deceitful, lying hypocrite When
Aunt Rachel found words, these were all she
uttered
Who? Brooks or Mr. " eed 2 asked Mi
riam, innocently.
Aunt Rachel gave the question no attention.
TO think she continued, how that impu-
dent piece of business came faWning round, SO
full of sympathy for Mr.. Weed and his little be-
reaved flock She is "a designing crocodile,
that's what she is, and III be bound she was
making her wedding night-cap that very min
ute. Bat only pity the poor defenseless chill
dren, for Mr. Weed is old enough and expert.
enced enough to care for himself and he ought
to be on his guard against man-hunters and
snakes in the grass
Aunt Rachel rocked like a sail-boat in a
squall, and never noticed that Skip had drag
ged her work under the table and was making
perfect hornets nest oft.
Its lucky I didn't conclude to accept Mr.
Weed, and SO met disappointment, observed
Miriam, demureIy.
Don't be fool, child said aunt Rachel,
sharply The wonder is TO me- she added.
how a man of discernmeDt could be so taken
III by a gosspping, idle slattern.' What more
she might have said is unknown for-'sp eak OF
angels and one hears their wngs'-there was
a ruslIe at the door, followed by a brisk little
knock then who should enter but Esther
Poole herself.
Aunt Rachel arose, probably to give her the
accustomed greeting, when she suddenly dis-
covered what a muss Skip was making OF her
work. He must have dirtied it sadly, and per
haps torn it, that she was so savage IN her lan~
guage to him, even chasing him from the room
with foot stool, and bringing back in her face
some marks of her dspeasure with her when
she returned This undoubtedly accounted for
certain erispness in her manner and SIP oech.
I've lust been up to sec poor Nr. Weed 9
bereaved little flock said Esther Poole with
an appropriate expression OF gloomy sympathy.
.Yon have no idea Miss Banks, and you would
not have unless you saw it with your own eyes,
how much they need head up at the farm
She shook her withered curs gently, as
though the word had suggested the thought
that she had head.
Aunt Rachel made remark to the effect
that she expected she must see with her
avn ewes if she saw at all, adding, Skip was
! a sconudreI 70 make such work with her ball
| 1T thread. and she believed that dog would
come TO drowning yet
Esther Poole went on It's enough to
make your heart ache to see those motherlesi
youug things washing and trying TO get along
| he lest they can, and The eldest net fourteen
nil Cbristmas. It's my mind Mr.. Weed is
martyr and saint, to bear his troubles as M
does aud keep up such good heart
1T is my mind, Mr.. Weed IS an ihhunlai
monster, to let his children "orh 50 vs. uea
:, stated that his unfortunate wife was huTnet
10 her crave by hard work, and won't say
~ am pretty sure ] don't envy tn
,o,,,on who is going to take her place
Amt Rachel spoke severely, being sta lrrl
taed about the dog.
It 10 hard for the girls, and though expec
thew do the best they can't the house sadly shows
the want Of q head Esther returned, agail
4 shaking her own. i told Mr.. Weed THIS morn
M. it was high time he was looking 1opu, pin
fyr a mother for bis dear family, ana ! 'hough
toIks wouldn't have reason 70 t9Ik II ne o,o
make haste, considering how he is situated
a Goodness da1S CIRCULATED aunt Rachel i yopl9 On.
ct Out Of ssb ho %So was nh so i'
| leIha' : - in at the door, aud before Hils
Ing hlS ,,ane to Birdie at the former one
Poole had !. ,aed, There is Mr. Weed nov
a M soms ebor in 'he buggy win h Window
The elderly made from the buxom wido
in season 10 get DO"
| Scott af6ru.1 Ps,bo
Poole. sinking into chair. nat 40 vol
make ofsuch dolngs? | suppose VI weed
n4d TOO much regard for the memory of ms de-
ceased companion and beresved little flocS "
take viper to his freside; but he II live to re-
pent his foly--nark my words now, Miss Banks
Such heartless conduct on the part of Mr..
Weed shocked aunt Rachel too much for